Posted by Tightshoe Fan on August 11, 2002 at 19:58:37:
Glad you guys like these recountings ("stories" sounds like make-believe, which, as I've said before, these aren't) Today, I'll recount a couple of memories from the Bunnies at the Miami Playboy Club. This would have been in the early 80s when I was taking a golf vacation at Doral resort. The club wasn't very crowded when I got there--about 10 PM. There was only a pair of Bunnies working the lounge section (it was midweek), but both of them were wearing very seductive shoes. I noticed that one of the ladies went home about midnight with no shoeplay action noticable. I got a good chair where I could see the service bar, and the remaining Bunny did some dipping with her right shoe almost every time she came to the bar. Eventually, she went over and made a phone call, and during the entire call she dipped her left shoe. Off for 3 to 4 seconds, on for a couple. Off for 5 to 10 seconds, on for a few. After a while, I noticed she was perching on a table behind me (as i said, the club was not busy). I went up to her and asked if a slow day like this was tougher to work than a busy one (I didn't really think so) because when you are busy, you don't have time to think about how tired you are. "No" she said, "the busy nights are murder. " I asked her if her feet ever bothered her and she said "They're killing me, my feet hurt so bad it feels like all the blood vessels are going to pop out of my head." (I'm not sure I ever figured out exactly what she meant by that!) I asked if she ever had anyone help her feet when she worked, but she said that they weren't supposed to even take off their shoes or they'd get into trouble. We talked a while longer, then one of those unexpected "great deals" occured. In the middle of our conversation, she suddenly said, "OOOOH, don't look now, but I just took off my shoes. I couldn't stand it any more." We continued to talk for about 10 more minutes, then she said, "I guess I'd better put my shoes back on and get back to work." She did, and as she got busy (being the only Bunny on duty), the only other looks I got were when she continued to dip at the bar. That same evening, the "Greeting Bunny" and I talked for a while. She was wearing slightly lower pumps, about 3 inches. I asked her if just standing all evening bothered heer feet, and she said, "These aren't too bad, but the green ones I have to wear with tomorrow's costume put tears in my eyes. I could just cry by the end of the evening." It seems that their outfit was dictated by the "Bunny Mother" and they had a number of different colored costumes, and, therefore, shoes to wear. I wish I could have gone back the next evening, but that day was the last day of my golf getaway, and I returned home right after that. Bummer. My last observance at the Miami club was the Bunny at the souvenier booth. I got a magazine there on the way out, near 1 AM I suppose, (members received a free Playboy mag each month) and the Bunny had to retreat to the rear of the booth. She seemed to struggle with something, then said, "Oh heck with it, I can't get these shoes back on" and she proceded to get my magazine in her stocking feet. I asked her how long she'd had her shoes off and she said, "I just took them off. I didn't think I'd get any more traffic until closing since we aren't very busy. But my feet just ballooned on me. Nothing new, my feet hurt every night." She had on about 3.5 to 4 inch white pumps along with her white outfit and black pantyhose. She was delicious! I thanked her for the magazine, wished her luck with her feet and headed back to the hotel with several more excellent Bunny memories. More to come. And, by the way, I would like to hear other people's experiences about working women's tired, aching feet and a need to get relief.