Jessica hated her job. Not necessarily the skimpy uniform, she'd known the chain's sexy bunnysuit uniform was unavoidable, it was the defining characteristic of the wait staff, after all. Sure, they'd changed the design to avoid lawsuits from the estate of the eccentric adult magazine publisher by adding more ruffles and making them more clown-like. The girls were even encouraged to wear clownish makeup to fit the brand. Tell that to the boorish, leering clientele who knew exactly what they were here for.

The chain's circus theme even extended to the desserts, giant cream pies were offered for sale, displayed prominently in pastry cases lining the entrance of the restaurant. For a price, you could even purchase an entire pie to use however you wish. That is what made Jessica bristle. Nearly every shift, some lout had insisted on slapping one of the fluffy whipped and sickeningly sweet monstrosities into the bunny tail of one of the waitresses. Complaints to management fell on deaf ears however. In fact, the owners had even circulated what they called the "Secret Menu" on social media, a selection of pies that could be thrown at the wait staff on demand, for a price. The pies were enormously overpriced, and the owners reaped a hefty profit from looking the other way at the girls' humiliation.

Jessica stormed back into the kitchen, grabbing a dish towel and hot water, attempting to salvage her costume. She still had three more hours of her shift to go. Two of her colleagues looked at her sympathetically. Lisa's eyebrows tilted sympathetically at Jessica's plight, her own bunny tail already streaked with colorful pie filling. "This can't go on!" Jessica growled.

"I know" said Kira. "But what can we do about it? It's why half of these knuckle-draggers come in here." she rolled her eyes.

"I kind of don't mind it." Zoey admitted. "But I'm kinda a sub." she whispered quietly.

Jessica broke into a smirk. "The customers come in for a spectacle? I humbly suggest we give them one. One that they'll love, but will tank sales off the "secret menu." Jessica whispered her plan. The group broke into a fit of giggles.

The next day's shift was off to a quiet start, just a handful of customers in the early afternoon. The girls exchanged knowing glances throughout the floor as they passed one another. Zoey's table was laughing nervously, a group of four nerdy-looking college students working up the nerve to give the sexy bunnygirl their orders. One said under his breath, "Also, one Special, please?" he slid across a fifty dollar bill, blushing while his friends grinned, goading him on. Zoey smiled and turned to the restaurant, yelling "CAN I GET THE SPECIAL?" she hollered. Another waitress rushed out of the kitchen holding a massive cream pie. Pretending to slip, she smushed the massive mound of sticky cream into Zoey's chest with a splat. "Hey!" Zoey protested with a scowl. Jessica rushed over, holding two more pies. "What seems to be the problem?" she asked with mock concern.

"LOOK AT MY COSTUME!" complained Zoey with a wail. Jessica looked at it and frowned. "I can't see it underneath all the pie." She observed dryly. By now all the diners were silent, watching the developing spectacle hungrily.

Zoey sighed loudly. "You see how yours looks clean?" Zoey explained patiently. "Mine looks like this." Zoey hefted one of Jessica's pies and splattered it heavily into the bodice of Jessica's colorful bunny costume with a splat. Zoey licked her fingers with a smug look on her face.

"Maybe it just needs to be evened out." Jessica offered unhelpfully. She gently tugged on Zoey's shoulder, turning her away from the table before slamming her remaining pie over her gorgeous butt, the poofy bunny tail disappearing in an explosion of pie filling.

Kira and Lisa rushed over, carrying trays of pies. "What happened?" they asked, concerned.

"Oh nothing, just this." Zoey explained, lifting two pies from Kira's tray and pressing them into Kira and Lisa's breasts with a twist. The pie tins clung comically to their costumes before sliding off and clattering onto the floor.

Kira didn't miss a beat, passing her tray to Zoey. "Would you be a dear and hold this for me please?" Kira asked, her voice dripping with sweetness. Zoey automatically grabbed the tray. Kira swiftly lifted the tray up, smashing the remaining pies into Zoey's shocked face. As the tray lowered, poor Zoey was a mass of banana cream and custard from her waist to her bunny ears.

I wish I could say that the scene continued down the predetermined plot, but that would be like trying to describe the path of a single snowball in an avalanche. Lisa's tray was instantly emptied, and by the time she had realized her pies were all gone, they were as quickly returned into her face, butt, and the top of her head. The tray dropped with a clatter. More bunnygirls rushed in, targeting anything with two colorful ears and a tail. Not to say there was no collateral damage. Our poor table of nerds was coated in thick cream from the misses and overshot filling. Bunnies were sprinting around the tables, unlucky diners reduced to pie covered human shields. Soon the bunnies had cornered poor Jessica, each holding a pie, applying them deliberately, slowly, with the sole objective of obscuring every inch of the poor bunny mastermind.

Gary the manager burst from his office, slipping on a pie tin as he raced to confront the dessert-caked mob of gorgeous bunnygirls. "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" he growled loudly. The bunnygirls and diners' laughter stopped.

Jessica sauntered over to her boss, hips swaying, in complete control. "What are you gonna do, Gary? Fire us? Don't think we haven't all noticed that Help Wanted sign that's been in the window for four months. But in case you really want to go there, you'll need these." Jessica removed the pie-coated bunny ears from her tangled hair and placed them onto Gary's balding, scowling head. "You better get used to doing everything yourself. And I mean everything." Jessica whispered into his reddening ear.

"Alright, what do you want?" Gary grumbled.

"First, no pies from the customers that are not consensual. If a bunny refuses, no retribution. You find a bunny who's willing to take a pie." Gary nodded. "Also, the girl who takes the pie takes half of the profits from the pie." Jessica continued. Gary went pale, but nodded. "That's fair." he admitted.

"Good! Ladies, give Gary back his pies." Jessica grinned. Zoey wheeled out another pie-laden cart with a smirk. Each of the Bunnies leapt to the cart, grabbing the colorful pies and slapping them into Gary's face, butt, chest, and lap. Coated in sticky desserts, Gary broke into a grin. "I guess I deserve it." he admitted.

"Yeah, you do!" smirked Jessica, planting the final pie into Gary's butt, followed by a playful spank to rub it in. "We'll see you tomorrow night!" she grinned.