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Somehow I was able to finish all of my homework in my hour of detention. But that didn't excuse the fact that I was terribly late for my job.

"There you are! People have been asking where you where! Now hurry and go put this on!" My boss yelled at me as soon as I opened the door.

"Right! Sorry!" I quickly took the clothing items, if you could even call it that, from him. I rushed to the back room and changed. Only then did I notice that this wasn't my usual outfit. I went back out to find my boss.

"Um, I think you gave me the wrong outfit." I said as I walked feeling super uncomfortable. This outfit left nothing to the imagination. And even worse, it came with bunny ears and tail.

"No I didn't. Someone requested that you wear this and requests mean more money. You should really think about upgrading. Now go to the middle stage! You are already late!"

I rushed to the middle stage shocked. The middle stage is saved for the highly requested, not someone who barely is able to still work here. I usually was jealous of those at that stage because like he said they got a lot more money. Don't get me wrong, I hated my job and if my dad got a change of heart and started paying for some of my stuff I would quit immediately. But life's not fair and this pays the bills.

I climb up the steps of the stage. The only pole left was the middle one, once again saved for the highly requested dancers. To the left and right we're both girls wearing similar slutty outfits. I started my dance and a crowd quickly formed. Mostly gay guys but some straight girls.

When I first started working here I was 7. Back then my boss took pity on me and payed me full price for only having one fan, and old creepy guy who liked the idea of having sex with kids. Around 12, when I hit puberty, my crowd grew and he forced me to take lessons on how to really pole dance. Then at 13 he no longer was able to pay me full price and payed based on my crowd. Since then I've had a pretty good crowed but nothing that would get me on the middle stage. Well until now.

"Hey bunny! Show us your tail!" A couple people laughed at the guys request but I still popped out my ass as I swung around the pole.

The crowd thought this was the best thing ever. They continued to call out requests during my dance always using the name 'bunny' or 'fluff tail' or 'baby rabbit'.

"Group B may now enter break. I repeat, group B may now enter break." Someone called through the speakers.

I thanked god as climbed off the pole. I sat down on the edge of the stage willing people to move out of the way so I could leave on my break.

"Aww, bunny butt! Don't leave yet! The shows not over." My original offender cried out.

I finally hopped off the stage. "It's my break and my names not 'bunny butt' it's Pika Pika. Excuse me." With that I made my way over to the bar.

When I was little I asked for the name Pikachu. Of course it was because of my quirk. Boss declined my request but said I should go by Pika Pika instead. So I do.

I sit down at the bar with a groan.

"That bad huh?" Michael, probably my closest thing to a friend here, asked.

"'Oh bunny do this! Oh fluff butt do that!' All night long!" I mimicked with a high pitched voice. "Oh! Get this! Boss wants me to upgrade to the full package!"

"He's joking right? Although you look it you still aren't 18 yet! If the coppers figure that out we could lose customers because they are getting arrested!"

"He probably thinks, 'better this way then other ways.'"

"True that. Now what can I get ya?"

"Strongest thing on the menu." I pulled out my wallet from my killer boots that added a whole two inches to my height. I opened it up and pulled out the few dollars I had left in it. Just enough for the drink. I slam the cash down.

"I just said how you weren't 18 yet. Your not old enough for that."

"I'm not old enough to work here. Please I need a pick me up."

"Fine, but meet me here once your shifts done."

"Why?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"I can't have you going home drunk. We work in the shady part of town and I'm not going to let any of these perverts," he gestures to the crowd. "get ya."

"Okay. Deal." And with that he passed me my drink.

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