How did the club’s costumed servers achieve those deadly curves? Former Chicago Bunnies say tucking, cramming and minor bloodshed were part of the price.
“The costume only came in two bust sizes, 34D and 36D, and girls either had to jam themselves in or use other means to prop themselves up.… You cut a Bunny tail in two and stuffed each half into your top to give you some lift.… The costume would hit the bone in your thigh and you could feel it cut you. Some girls would be bleeding.”—Marilyn Miller, 73, New York City
“The worst thing was the fishnet stockings. They dug into your feet in the high heels… On break, I used to go in the bathroom and soak my feet in cold water in the sink.”—Judy DeSerio, 72, Skokie
“The ears really pinched.”—Nancy Downey Caddick, 72, Chicago
“The suit had…[long wire] stays to tuck in the stomach and push up the breasts. They would squeeze you into it and you’d take a deep breath as they zipped it up.”—Carron Flagler, 69, Homewood
“The costumes were cut high in the thighs to make your legs look longer. There were Bunnies in black, royal blue, green, bright pink. And they wanted you to have different personalities: the brassy blond, the quiet brunet, the funny redhead. When we walked into the room, we were the stars.”—Patti Murphy, 71, Chicago