When she emerged from the bathroom her smile froze on her face. Eric, Mr. B’s boss, was standing in the room looking right at her. Seconds ticked off, which seemed like minutes to Bunny, and nobody spoke or moved. Bunny was keenly aware of her body and how much skin she was showing. Eric’s eyes devoured her. She wanted to shrink or run. Finally Eric said something in German and all the men nodded in agreement.
“I told them you are very beautiful and sexy,” Eric said, approaching Bunny and kissing her hand. “Tell me your name my dear.”
Bunny exhaled, not realizing she had been holding her breath.
“I’m Bunny,” she replied.
“I am pleased to meet you, Bunny. Please don’t let me interrupt. I will take my seat on the couch with the others and you can continue your performance.”
Bunny was dismayed. It is one thing to dance for complete strangers but now she had to act like she had never met Eric and worse still, Eric was able to see almost her entire body. From this day forward every company picnic, office party, or any other gathering, Bunny would know Eric had seen her virtually nude. She felt herself blush. Then she considered the position this would put Mr. B in and how it changed his relationship with Eric and it took all Bunny’s willpower not to run for the door.
One of the gentlemen brought her another drink and she gulped it down. She took a deep breath and nodded to the other man to start the music. Let’s get this over with, she concluded.
Before she could begin dancing there was a knock at the door. Eric rose to answer it and Bunny just about died when Mr. B stepped into the room. Mr. B rapidly surveyed the circumstances and said he had stopped by to make sure everything was going okay. Then he returned his attention to Eric, waiting for the hammer to drop. But it didn’t. Eric loved this. With a smile on his lips he introduced Mr. B to the German gentlemen and then to Bunny as if the two had never met. Next he invited Mr. B to take the large chair against the wall and watch along with the rest of the men. Mr. B tried to swallow in a dry throat, failed, nodded, and moved towards the chair. Behind him he heard Eric say, “Of course, as you are a happily married man so I’m sure you want nothing to do with a stripper, but you can still watch us enjoy her.
Mr. B dropped into the chair and hung his head. He had no idea how to get out of this with all relationships intact. Nothing to do but ride this out, he reasoned.