The stripper

In Cassie's dance practice room, Barbie was getting a lesson on pole dancing. Cassie, an experienced dancer, demonstrated the art of balancing and moving on the pole.

"The key is to have a dry palm," Cassie instructed, wiping her hands with a towel before gripping the pole and ascending. Barbie observed, amazement reflected in her eyes.

"Now, I'm going to show you how to dance on a pole. Can you turn on the speaker and play music?" Cassie directed, pointing to the nearby speaker. Barbie promptly followed the order, activating the music that filled the room.

As the beats blasted from the speaker, Cassie began her dance routine, showcasing her skills on the pole. Barbie watched, captivated by Cassie's movements, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

When the music came to a halt, Barbie couldn't contain her enthusiasm. She clapped her hands and let out an amazed scream, appreciating Cassie's dance. Cassie smiled in response.

"Now it's your turn," Cassie declared, turning her attention to Barbie. Barbie nodded, approaching the pole. She cleaned her hands with a towel and took hold of the pole, shooting Cassie a determined look, indicating she was ready for her turn.

Cassie, impressed by Barbie's unexpected talent, turned the music back on. Barbie confidently ascended the pole, twerking and incorporating moves she had just witnessed. She executed a smooth descent, straightening her legs while twerking, and began swinging on the pole with remarkable grace, leaving Cassie stunned.

The song reached its end with Barbie concluding her performance with twerks up and down the pole. Cassie, still in awe, clapped vigorously, the sound resonating in the room. Barbie smiled in response.

"Omg, Barbie, you didn't tell me you were a good pole dancer," Cassie exclaimed, her amazement evident. Barbie, nonchalantly, walked over to the speaker, turning off the music before addressing Cassie.

"I have never danced on a pole before, just saw how you did it and did the exact same thing," Barbie confessed, her honesty drawing a smile from Cassie.

"With a little spice, that's for sure," Cassie added, the two sharing a smirk followed by laughter.

"Now we know you're going to ace the audition," Cassie confidently declared.

Barbie, feeling a bit tired, inquired, "Do you have to dance to a full song during the audition?" The question lingered, hinting at Barbie's concern about the potential duration of her performance.

"Not really, it's actually gonna be one song with girls just dancing a little and leaving for the next girl," Cassie explained, offering clarity about the audition format.

"Well, that's nice," Barbie responded with a yawn, conveying a mix of exhaustion and relief. Cassie smiled, understanding the toll of their practice session.

"Now that the practice is over, it's time to go shopping in the adult store!" Cassie exclaimed with excitement, raising her hands in joy. However, she noticed Barbie's sudden change in mood.

"What's wrong, Barbie?" Cassie inquired, observing Barbie pacing around the room.

Barbie hesitated before admitting, "Well, I don't have money to go shopping." Cassie scoffed at her response.

"Is that what's making you sad? Bills on me," Cassie declared, offering to cover the expenses. Barbie shook her head in disapproval.

"No, you've done enough already," Barbie insisted, refusing Cassie's generous offer.

"Please, Barbie, don't start. I don't see what is there in me buying you things. Besides, if you pass your audition, you get to work today, which means you will be making money today," Cassie reasoned, attempting to lift Barbie's spirits.

"Really?" Barbie asked, a glimmer of hope evident in her eyes. Cassie nodded, bringing a ray of optimism to Barbie's demeanor.

"The audition will be around 8 pm, and if you pass, you get your own section and you will start working," Cassie explained, laying out the details. However, Barbie's expression turned into a slight frown.

"Will I have to be coming home late?" Barbie whined, expressing her concerns.

Cassie responded, "Depends on how much money you want to make that day." Barbie looked confused.

"As for me, I usually stay until 1 am, sometimes 12 am, depending on how much money I want to make. I go from rooms to rooms to see if I can make money. Customers even pay to talk. But don't let any pimps deceive you, okay?" Cassie clarified, noticing Barbie's questioning look.

"Pimps are those people who come to the club to deceive baby strippers, promising them the world just to use them. If any girl asks you about how much you made, just say enough for the night. Never tell them about your money to avoid girls' eyes on you," Cassie added, and Barbie nodded in understanding.

"Make sure when you feel like cleaning yourself, you use the bathroom to avoid irritating anybody. And don't pick a fight with anybody; it's not a good first impression for a baby stripper. You got that?" Cassie emphasized, looking directly at Barbie.

“Yeah, I do. Thanks,” Barbie responded, and Cassie smiled.

Cassie and Barbie prepared to go shopping for stripper clothes. After a few minutes, they finished and headed for the car. Barbie kissed Lilo’s forehead and followed Cassie, locking the door behind her. In the car, Cassie drove off.

Barbie’s POV:

Arriving at the adult store, all I could see were bras, pants, thongs, and some pretty high heels. Cassie picked out a thong for herself and told me to choose what I wanted. As I strolled around, pink high heels immediately caught my eyes. I decided to pick them, along with a pink thong with a touch of white, and some bras and pants. I went to meet Cassie, and she handed me a gym-looking bag. We finished shopping, went to the cashier, and Cassie paid for everything. Back at the car, Cassie checked her phone and gasped.

"What's wrong, Cassie?" Barbie inquired.

"Look at the time," she blurted, showing Barbie her phone. Barbie stretched her neck to see.

"Okay, the time is 6 pm. What's the big deal?" Barbie said, unfazed. Cassie slapped her forehead, shaking her head. Her action made Barbie rethink it, and she gasped.

"Michael!" Barbie yelled, and Cassie nodded.

"OMG, we need to go pick him up," Barbie said, pacing around with worry. Cassie stopped her and frowned.

"Let's go pick him up instead of you pacing around, bitch," Cassie smirked, making Barbie roll her eyes.

They both got into the car, and Cassie drove to Michael's school. A few minutes later, she stopped abruptly at the school gate, seeing Michael standing beside a man with an ice-cream in his hand.

"Barbie, who is

that man?" Cassie asked, pointing towards him while holding the car wheel.