“How’d you like to work at the Playboy Club?” he asked as I served his vodka martini. He handed me his business card embossed with bunny logo, his name, and title: Operations Manager. Paying his bill, he whipped out a gold money clip, peeled off a hundred-dollar bill, and said, “Keep the change.” I met him for dinner to discuss my interview with the Bunny Mother. Later, he lured me to his apartment and pounced. I kicked him in the balls and fled. The next day, when I called the club to register a complaint, nobody had heard of him.
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Peggy Gerber
9/9/2022 01:51:11 pm
There are so many bad people that prey on women. So glad for the happy(ish) ending.
Shoshauna Shy
9/9/2022 02:15:39 pm
Trickery abounds. A good story with a wise warning: decline those invites to the apartment under *job* pretenses.
Sue Clayton
10/9/2022 08:32:08 am
If it sounds too good to be true... So many naïve young girls are lured by false promises. Comments are closed.
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