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Barbie, shocked to see Mark sitting beside Michael, immediately got down from the car and rushed towards them, yanking Michael away from him.

"Well, hello Miss Barbie," Mark greeted her as if nothing had ever transpired between them.

"What do you want, huh? And what were you doing with him?" she questioned, referring to Michael, who stood clueless beside her.

"Why would you leave your son alone?" Mark retorted, ignoring her questions. She rolled her eyes.

"Stop trying to change the topic," Barbie said, rolling her eyes again. Mark smirked.

"Well, he is a sweet boy, and I would like to see him more often," he declared.

"Don't you dare come close to him!" Barbie warned, turning to leave with Michael in her arms.

"Never gonna happen," he uttered, making Barbie halt on her tracks. She turned to see him smirking.

Mark left Barbie with a shocked face. Shaking it off, she went to meet Cassie in the car, who was wondering what was going on. Barbie opened the back door, put Michael inside, closed the door, and went to sit in the front.

Cassie gave her a questioning look, and Barbie shook her head, signaling that it was nothing. Cassie nodded before driving off to the house. The tension lingered in the air as they headed home, leaving Barbie deep in thought about the unexpected encounter with Mark.

A few minutes later, they all arrived at the house. Barbie took Michael inside, and Cassie parked the car before following them.

"Girl, who was that handsome gentleman back there?" Cassie smirked.

"Just some snobbish rude brat that judges people," Barbie frowned.

"What do you mean by that? He was the one that kept Michael safe until we came? I hope you thanked him?" Cassie asked, dropping her bag on the couch and sitting down.

"Well, I didn't," Barbie replied as she walked towards the kitchen, contemplating making dinner.

Cassie stood up from the couch and joined her in the kitchen. She went to the cabinet, brought out two glasses, and fetched a jug filled with orange juice from the fridge. Pouring some juice into the glasses, she yawned while stretching one towards Barbie.

"Thanks, Cassie," Barbie said, thanking her before reaching for the glass. However, Cassie pulled her hand away.

"Not for you, bitch," she scoffed. Another pair of hands took the glass, and Barbie looked to see Michael standing behind her with a glass of juice.

"Micheal, why were you with that guy?" Barbie looked at him, frowning a little.

"He came to meet me when I was waiting for you guys," he walked away with the glass of juice in his hands.

"Micheal, make sure you stay away from that guy!" Barbie yelled, and Cassie covered her ears.

"Calm down, girl," Cassie frowned, but Barbie ignored her and started making dinner.

After they all had their dinner, everybody went to the living room. Cassie turned on the TV and sat down, placing Micheal on her lap. Barbie sat near them with Lilo on the couch next to her.

"So what should we watch?" Cassie asked.

"Spongebob SquarePants!" Micheal yelled, raising his hands happily, which made Barbie and Cassie smile.

They all watched Spongebob while Micheal slept off. Cassie took him to his room, laid him on his bed, and closed the door behind her. She came down and saw Barbie turning off the TV.

"Well, goodnight, Cassie," she yawned. Cassie looked at her confused.

"What?" Barbie asked, and Cassie laughed while showing her their shopping bag, which made Barbie remember the audition.

"Oh, the audition," Barbie stated.

"You do know that this is what you will be doing every night," Cassie confessed, and Barbie whined.

"Fine, but what about Micheal?" Barbie asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, he is sleeping, and we're gonna lock him inside," Cassie assured, uttering her plan.

"We can't just lock him in," Barbie complained, feeling skeptical about leaving.

"Don't worry, we'll be back before he wakes up," Cassie assured her.

A few hours later, they arrived at the stripper club and were searched and asked for their IDs before being let in.

The place was filled with people, and loud music played, making Barbie feel a bit nervous. Some group of girls approached Cassie, greeted her, and noticed Barbie beside her.

"Hey, Cassie, who is this?" one of the girls asked, referring to Barbie who was behind her.

"Morgan, this is Barbie. She's here to try out for the audition," Cassie explained, pointing towards Barbie, who was feeling a bit nervous.

"Do your best, girl," Morgan uttered.

"I'm Jade, by the way. Nice to meet you, Barbie," she greeted, smiling.

"Nice meeting you too," Barbie said, smiling, as the others introduced themselves and left.

"Looks like you are going to fit in properly. Don't worry, just calm down and do your best," Cassie smiled, holding Barbie's hand, which made her feel a bit calm.

The audition began, and the house mom instructed everyone to get ready. Staff members guided them to the preparation area. Barbie pulled out her thong and heels, quickly getting ready. Cassie came to help with her makeup before heading to her section.

Barbie's POV:

Walking along the passageway, I observed different rooms with girls dancing and money being thrown at them. I felt a little uncomfortable but shook it off; I had to get the job to take care of my brother and Cassie.

The audition started, and the girls danced, taking turns. When it was my turn, I cleaned my hands, walked to the pole in a sexy manner, making the judges smile. The room fell silent as the music started, and I held the pole, beginning my dance.

A few minutes later, the auditions were over, and the names of the girls who got in were being called. Barbie was one of them, and she was ecstatic. A staff member explained where her section was, and she headed there to dance. People were spraying money on her, and someone even made it rain on her twice.

Barbie later went to the girl locker room and saw Cassie sitting there. She rushed to meet her.

"How was it?" Cassie questioned, and Barbie showed her a bag filled with money, which made Cassie gasp.

"This means you were picked!" Cassie screamed. Barbie nodded.

"Congrats to the new baby stripper," a girl named Molly said, making Barbie and Cassie turn towards her.

"Thanks, Molly," Cassie frowned, and Molly walked towards them.

"Well, look at who is butting in. I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the pretty doll behind you," Molly declared.

"Well, thank you," Barbie said to Molly.

"You're welcome, doll," Molly smirked.

"Actually, my name is Barbie, not a doll," Barbie corrected her, making Molly chuckle.

"Anyway, it looks like you made enough money today," Molly said, eyeing Barbie's bag. Barbie just nodded.

After Barbie and Cassie bid farewell to some girls and the staff at the club, they headed home. The clock read 3 am when they arrived, and exhaustion weighed on them as they both went to bed after refreshing showers.

The next morning, Barbie couldn't shake off the curiosity about the girl named Molly. "Cassie, who was that girl Molly?" she inquired.

"Just a bitch that likes making baby strippers' lives miserable," Cassie explained with a sigh. Barbie felt a bit uneasy about the idea of encountering such a character in her new workplace.

"Don't worry, just ignore her," Cassie reassured, offering a comforting pat on Barbie's shoulder before drifting into slumber.

As Barbie went to check on her brother, she found him peacefully sleeping. A smile formed on her face, appreciating the quiet and tranquil sight. However, her serenity was abruptly interrupted by an unknown number calling.

"Hello," Barbie answered, hoping to identify the caller. Silence lingered on the other end, creating a sense of frustration. Barbie's patience waned.

"Excuse me, who is this?" she raised her voice slightly. To her surprise, a faint chuckle echoed through the phone, unmistakably a guy's laughter. Barbie's brow furrowed in confusion.

"I don't have time for this, and never call this number again!" she sternly warned before abruptly ending the call. The unsettling laughter lingered in her mind as she pondered, "

Who could he be?" The mystery of the caller left Barbie with a tinge of uncertainty that lingered in the back of her thoughts.