This is a sort of origin story for the Barbie character introduced in Tina's Little Adventures Pt 1 and Pt 2. It is a stand alone series, but I make note as they are the same character. As always, like, follow, and leave a comment if you enjoyed the story. I like feedback.
Like a lot of young girls, I started dance class when I was a child. I think I was five. I never much liked ballet or tap, but I stuck with it. By the time I was thirteen, I was involved in contemporary dance styles, and my body was starting to develop, changing me from a girl into a young woman.
I was sixteen when everything changed again. I was getting pretty good and absolutely loved being on stage. My new instructor was younger than most, and more experienced in modern dance, so I eagerly left tap and ballet behind to try new styles. And this is when I saw Burlesque on the big screen for the first time. The story was fun, the singing was great. I mean who doesn't love Cher's voice, and Christina Aguilera in her best shape ever. But the dance! Wow! I knew right then; this was what I wanted to do.
As soon as I was old enough, I changed schools and started learning burlesque. My mother hated that, but at eighteen, I was a bit headstrong and decided I could choose for myself. I was given a chance to perform with a group and got paid for the first time! It wasn't a lot, and I was barely more than a decoration on the wings of the stage, but it was fun. Over the next year, I got more gigs, and with some instruction from the older girls, I was getting the hang of it. So much so, that just after I turned nineteen, I was offered a regular spot with a group.
Danny was the manager. He took care of the taxes, payroll, talent search, hiring, and everything really. He was a hard-ass when it came to being on time and performing at our best, but when we weren't 'on the clock' he was a sweetheart. To look at him and hear him talk, you just knew he was totally gay, which just made us all feel a little more comfortable around him.
I'd been working with the troupe for a few months, and I started getting parts at center stage. Danny said he needed to show off all my 'assets' to their best advantage. I must admit, my figure was pretty killer by then. Five foot three, one-hundred ten pounds, 36-23-34, and golden blonde hair to my ass that many patrons said looked hard enough to crush a walnut.
I went to college at a local university, mostly because it offered me a chance to move out and live on campus; actual education was an afterthought. It was close enough to visit with my family, but far enough to have some independence and privacy. All the while, I kept up with my dance and performed in a little theater called Yowzah in the city on most weekends. It made dating complicated, but I still managed.
Between my rather nice figure and my pretty face, I was quickly becoming a local favorite at various frat houses too. I'm not entirely proud to admit that I was pretty much up for anything back then. Handjob in a crowded theater? Sure. Blowjob while he's driving? Okay. Sex in a bathroom stall? Let's go.
It didn't take long for the frats to find out where I was going on the weekends. And it wasn't long after that when groups of guys from the school were showing up at the theater to watch me perform. Admittedly, this just made it more fun for me. I absolutely loved the looks on their faces when I was up on the table, gyrating and shaking my ass just a few feet away from their lust-filled eyes. It was a real turn-on for me.
During breaks between routines, it wasn't uncommon for some of the girls to go out and schmooze with the customers. I always did. I'd walk through the tables until I got called over by someone I liked the look of, and I'd sit myself on his lap and have a soda. I always got groped a little, but it never got out of hand. Our three bouncers were huge, very attentive, and all were ex-military and could really handle themselves. Plus, I gave them a little extra attention whenever they had to do anything to keep us girls out of trouble. Nothing huge. Just a kiss or a full body hug, and I'd let them cop a feel in the process. All in good fun.
One time, some arrogant prick with a wad of cash came in thinking we were a stripper club. When the girls didn't get naked for him, or agree to a lap dance, he started making a scene and getting enraged. Jamie, our ex-navy seal, practically carried the guy out by his tearing shirt collar and tossed him onto the sidewalk, then dared him to call the cops. That night, after we closed up, I offered Jamie a proper show of gratitude.
Jamie was built like an ox. Broad in the shoulders, a barrel for a chest, and thick with muscle everywhere. He also stood about six foot four, which made me feel like an actual barbie doll next to him. The bouncers usually helped clean up a bit and shove tables and chairs back into place before leaving. I went right up to Jamie and gave him one of my dancer 'come hither' looks.
Then I twitched a finger at him to have him bend down to my level and whispered. "You were wonderful." I turned his head and delivered a deep, tongue searching kiss before he knew what hit him.
He was not used to being thanked quite like this, so he sort of blushed, and I thought it was the most adorable thing ever. He was probably twenty years older than me, but I still loved every big bit of him, and the blush just made him so cute. All I had intended was to offer him a nice kiss, but right there, I decided a kiss wasn't going to be enough.
"Just doing my job, miss Barbie. But thanks." He replied.
"It was a wonderful job." I purred. "Hmm... maybe I could do a 'job' for you." I had to giggle at my own bit of wordplay. "Come with me."
I took his hand and had to tug to get him moving. He was very hesitant, but I just kept tugging at his meaty hand until he followed along. When we got to the dressing room door, I poked my head in, looked around quickly to make sure it was empty. Most of the girls just rush out of there after closing. A few linger sometimes to chat or have a drink. This time, it was empty.
I grabbed his hand again and pulled him in with me. I jumped a bit to get my arms around his thick neck, and smothered his mouth with mine. Truth be told, he wasn't a great kisser. Even his mouth felt hard and muscular like the rest of him, and his face was scratchy with stubble. Although, what he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. I had two big hands grabbing my ass to hold me off the floor, and his bulge was pushing right against me in the perfect spot. I was basically just wearing a flimsy bit of lingerie, so this was a lot more stimulating than it sounds.
I slithered my way down his huge body, then continued down until I was on my knees in front of him. He looked equal parts excited and terrified. If we got caught, this might be a problem for both of us, and I knew that. "Let's be quick." I urged him and started working on his belt and pants.
By this time, he was all in. He helped me to get his pants down, and a cock measuring up to the rest of him jumped out at me. Holy shit! I was stunned. Big, thick, and very hard. There was no way I was going to be able to swallow all of that... but I was going to make the effort.
I went at it right away. We were in a hurry after all. Mouth and hands working together, I was making him moan and groan, which is such a thrill to me. I love how I can get such a reaction out of men. Now, I was still pretty new to nearly all forms of sex, but I'd been giving head for a while before I even lost my virginity. I'm not a professional, but I like to think I have some talent. By his reaction, I think that belief is justified. In just a few minutes, he was holding my head and forcing more of his massive cock down my throat. By some miracle of genetics or something, I've never had a gag reflex. And Jamie was determined to get his whole length down my throat.
I could feel him getting thicker in my mouth, and his jumping prick along with his increased speed was warning enough. I got ready for a mouthful of cum... and the dressing room door opened to a couple laughing girls. They stopped in the doorway and gasped in chorus.
I slurped my way off Jamie's cock to say, "Shit! Don't you knock?"
