£100k tips, quick maths and blokes staring at my eye-popping cleavage… what happened when I became a Playboy bunny for the day

STANDING in front of a floor-length mirror in giant satin bunny ears, a cleavage-enhancing corset and a white fluffy tail, I barely recognise my reflection.

I’m about to embark on my first shift at the Playboy Club London, Hugh Hefner’s hedonistic Mayfair haven – think plush velvet turquoise sofas, a marble bar and polished gold interiors – that’s been open since 2011.

“Dayum girl, look at that waist!” Feyi Scott-Oviosa, the club’s violet-haired chief seamstress, kindly coos as I nervously apply another layer of Mac’s Ruby Woo lipstick.

I need all the reassurance I can get when I’m about to step out in the iconic, custom-made outfit everyone from Kate Moss to Marilyn Monroe and Pamela Anderson has worn.

I fear I look more like Bridget Jones heading to her ‘tarts and vicars’ fancy dress party.

The 70-strong staff get ready in the aptly-named Hutch - a millennial girl’s dream with bubblegum-pink walls and light-up Hollywood-style vanity mirrors.

On the door, just before you leave to start your shift, is a mirror with the outline of a ‘Perfect Bunny’ on it.

Rules include: ears should be worn at all times (‘human’ ears should not be shown), make-up should include foundation, blusher, smoky eyes and false lashes, and your costume must be clean and well-fitting.

Ears should be worn at all times - ‘human’ ears should not be shown

The once glamorous Playboy fell out of favour in the early Noughties but is on the cusp of a revival – a New Year club opened last year, Jordan Emanuel has just been named the first African-American Playmate of the Year and the brand recently collaborated with Missguided on a clothing range.

The club, which compromises a bar, restaurant and casino, is open 24 hours a day, 364 days a year – they only close on Christmas Day - and its clear its popularity isn't waning.

Strolling around the club's members area, the clientele appears to be smartly-dressed men in tailored suits, aged late 20s to early 40s, with the kind of sharp haircuts and shiny watches only money can buy.

The multiple accents having animated conversations over freshly-served cocktails testify to a very international crowd - I'm told many customers are from the Middle East, China and the United States.

I shake my tail fluff as I enter the Tale Bar, and I instantly feel male eyes descend on my carefully-carved waist, bum and chest.

I instantly feel male eyes descend on my carefully-carved waist, bum and chest

Quickly, I realise that when you're dressed like a sultry bunny rabbit you can't exactly blend into the background - something my normally shy self would instinctively want to do.

But I was reassured by the fact that these guys were actually admiring a walking, talking version of the alluring Playboy fantasy - rather than plain old me.

I was playing a very glamorous role - and boy was I planning to have some fun.

Bunnies work in two roles, the first is an entry-level Bunny Valet who wears a red corset– a kind of waitress in charge of making drinks and chatting with customers.

Eda, a dark-haired Bunny, takes me through the three poses every Valet needs to know: the Bunny Stance (how to stand while waiting for service), the Bunny Dip (where you half-curtsey to place a drink on the table so you don’t bend over and serve an eyeful of cleavage), and the Bunny Perch (the fluffy white bunny tails stop you being able to sit).

I fear I'll end up on the shiny floor but comfort myself with the thought the fluffy tail can soften my landing

It’s classy stuff, but surely after the standard eight-hour shift (which can start as early as 6am and see you serve up to 300 drinks) you’ve built a core and thighs as steely as a cocktail shaker?

I wobble around in my heels as I try desperately to copy her slickly-executed footwork. At one point I fear I'll end up on the shiny floor and comfort myself with the thought the fluffy tail can soften my landing).

I can't help but notice men staring non-stop at my chest - thanks to the figure-hugging corset - but I don't fear any embarrassing nips slips thanks to how secure the outfit is.

Then there’s the Bunny Croupiers, who wear a blue corset. They undergo an intense eight weeks' training regime and serve upstairs in the exclusive casino area – where the likes of Anthony Joshua, Justin Bieber, Drake and Stevie Wonder drop their cash.