Playing with Barbie Doll

It was pretty late when they all got up to leave, and the first guy who tipped me I learned was Oswald, who liked to be called Ozzie, came to the bar and slid a business card to Donnie. On the back was a date, and an address for a hotel in the city, along with his personal cell phone number. "We're having a business party at this hotel, and we're looking for good entertainment." He said. "We'd like to hire a few of your girls to do a show. I know this might leave you short on dancers, but we'll make sure it's well worth it. Give me a call, give me a price, and we'll make it happen."

Donnie is a very protective guy about his girls, especially when we're on the clock. He frowned and urged Ozzie closer. "My girls just dance. They're not strippers."

Ozzie grinned and shook his head. "No, it's nothing like that. We are interested in good entertainment only. It's not a stag party."

Donnie frowned and checked out the business card. A large law firm everyone in the city recognized. "Dancing. That's it. No... extra work for extra pay. Understand?"

Ozzie grinned and nodded firmly. "Absolutely! Just dancing. No stripping or anything like that."

Donnie nodded. "And I'm sending a couple of my boys to keep an eye on them too. Okay?"

"That won't be necessary." Ozzie assured him.

"No, but that's what's going to happen anyway." Donnie insisted.

Ozzie lifted a brow at him, then nodded. "Fine. If that will make you feel better, I'm fine with it... if they dress properly. Suit, tie, polished shoes, the works. Are we clear?"

Donnie nodded, and they shook hands. "I'll call you tomorrow for the details."

Ozzie nodded. "We only need a few. The stage at the hotel is pretty small compared to yours. Maybe four or five girls... but we need Barbie."

I blinked at him, and then at Donnie.

"Why Barbie in particular?" Donnie asked.

"Because we like Barbie... in particular." He winked at me. "And we'll be sure to tip them all very nicely. I mean, very, very nicely."

I looked over at Donnie and nodded, unable to contain my enthusiasm.

Donnie sighed. "Alright." He agreed. "We'll talk."

Ozzie left with his entourage, and Donnie gathered me close. "You be careful!" he insisted. "I'm sending Jamie, Tom, and Darrell with you. Make sure all the girls know to keep at least one of them close at all times. I don't want anything bad to happen."

I nodded and leaned up to kiss his lips. "You bet, bitch." Which I knew he took for a real show of affection. "Thanks for looking out for us, as usual."

The date was set for the following weekend, which gave me a whole week to cram as much work in at school as I could. On Thursday night, I went to the club and filled in at the bar again. Ozzie showed up and gave me a hundred-dollar bill for a martini and told me to keep the change! This guy had to be loaded.

He and Donnie sat at a table to work out all the details for our show at the hotel on Saturday night. We'd all get picked up at the club at seven by a limo. We had to be dressed and ready to perform by nine. And we would be on stage for four twenty-minute sets, the last ending at midnight. Afterwards, we could stay and enjoy the party or take a cab anywhere in the city which would be paid for by them. They agreed to the terms and the compensation, and then Donnie called a quick meeting with all of us.

He decided that me, Paula, Stacy and Lynn were the lucky ones, and let the guys know they'd be going too as our private security. We'd all get double pay for the night, and whatever we could get in tips.

"And need I remind you this is Burlesque." Donnie warned us. "We don't get naked, right girls?"

"No stripping." I said. "Got it."

"Right. And all of you keep an eye on each other." He added. "Yes, I'm being an overprotective mother hen watching out for her chicks. Deal with it."

We all had a little laugh, and the guys had a quick meeting of their own on how they would arrange themselves to be sure we always had someone close by. I felt like we were going undercover in some crime story. It was a little exciting.

The weekend arrived, and I was a bundle of nerves all day. I tried to do some schoolwork, but my mind was just not into it. I couldn't stop thinking about what the night might bring.

I got a call from Paula on the train ride into the city, and we both admitted that we shared the same nervous energy. Scared is the wrong word. Just keyed up, I guess. Anxious, but in a good way, would be more accurate. Excited maybe.

We met at the club, packed our costumes, jewelry, makeup and shoes for the show. The guys arrived and I just gaped at Jamie and his wingmen. "Oh wow!" I gasped and went over for a closer, more intimate look. "You clean up nice!" I said, admiring his very well-made suit, his silk tie and matching kerchief, and shoes you could go blind looking at in the sun. Cufflinks, a tie tack, a sexy watch. The man had it all.

"Who showed you how to dress like that?" I sighed admiring him.

"The US Navy." He said proudly. "I feel like I'm part of the secret police detail." He laughed.

Paula and I both laughed as well. "We were just saying the same thing on the way here."

We chatted a while until we all gawked at the huge stretch limo that arrived. We all piled in, and I found myself and Stacy seated between Jamie and Tom. Paula and Lynn shared a seat with Darrell, and the driver closed the privacy window as he drove us to the hotel. I couldn't help but feel a little excitement building with that big man tight to my side. I kept hoping he'd touch me somehow, but it wouldn't have been possible without being seen by pretty much everyone.

Once we reached the hotel, Ozzie was waiting and escorted us in. He showed us to the suite we'd be using for a dressing room and said we could order whatever we wanted from room service. He left us to get ready, and we had the boys standing out in the hall while me and the girls got dressed into the outfits for the first number. This was all so new to me, and I felt like the butterflies in my stomach were going to carry me off someplace.

We got escorted down to the conference room where we were greeted by cheers and whistles as we all took the stage. I saw Ozzie and his buddies all there in the front row, along with some guy wearing a huge button I couldn't read. He looked kinda cute in a Wall Street sort of way. Polished, confident, and a little cocky, which can be pretty attractive on the right guy.

After our first number, which we had to modify on the spot to fit the little stage, we all went to mix and mingle with the attendees. It was a relief to see that we weren't the only entertainment around, and the firm had a fair share of lady lawyers too. So while a string quartet played something familiar, we went into the lion's den for some flirting.

Ozzie, of course, was right there. He swept me off to his little corner of the room, and I met mister button himself. He was taller than I expected, clocking in at around six foot three. He was slim, rather nice looking, and had a smirk that just screamed self-confidence. I greeted the familiar faces with a smile and some hand kissing, which I thought was corny but cute. Then he introduced me to Steve. I immediately got swept out to the cleared space on the floor to dance.

While not a pro by any measure, he had a nice frame, though his height made it a little hard to stay with him. I was on tip toes the whole time, and he had about half my weight in his arms. I looked down at his button and giggled.

"The Man!" I snickered. "What's that about?"

"This is what that's about." He nodded around him. "I was the point-man for a big contract. Earned the firm a few numbers followed by a lot of zeros" he grinned down at me with that predatory smile that made my knees weak. "And a hefty commission for me."

"Wow!" I smiled up at him. "Congratulations then. What was the contract?"

"Sorry." He snickered. "I could tell you, but..."

"Then you'd have to kill me?" I laughed. "Military?"

"Something like that." He nodded. "How long have you been a dancer?"

"Since I was five." I said.

"Which is... how long?"

I smirked at him. "If you want to know how old I am, you could just ask."

He laughed back. "Okay. How old are you?"

"Twenty. You?"

"Thirty-two. Want to get out of here?"

I laughed out loud. "Oh, you do move fast." I rolled my eyes at him. "First off, I don't know you from Adam. Second, I have three more sets to do. And lastly, you're a little too old for me."

"Bullshit." He snickered. "Twenty something includes twenty. And you, my dear, are something."

Cute. I kinda liked this guy. We danced a bit longer, moving to a slow dance where he got both hands over my ass, and I made no effort to stop him. We got some interesting looks from Ozzie and the other guys, and I felt completely enthralled. His confidence was a turn on. I loved it.

My next three sets went even better than the first, now that we knew what sort of space we had to work with, and everything went off without a hitch. Between each, I was back with Steve, Ozzie, and their buddies, and they all took turns groping me on the dance floor. Most kept it to just grabbing my ass or brushing the sides of my tits, but one had the audacity to shove his hand down my panties. I shoved him away, and even before he could say a word, Jamie was there with a vice grip on the guy's arm that made him wince.

"Time for you to go." He said sharply.

"Fuck you!" the guy barked. "I was just having a bit of fun."

"Fun's over." Jamie growled. "You're done here." He started manhandling the guy with ease, shoving him toward the doors when Ozzie showed up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on here?"

"This one was getting handsy with one of my girls."

"Okay, then... Bruce, you should go sit this one out." Ozzie suggested.

"No. He's done for the night." Jamie insisted. "Out now!"

"I don't think..." Ozzi began.

"Shut up!" Jamie snapped. "These are my girls, and I don't work for you." He kept his voice low, but undiminished for its ferocity. "He goes, or we all do. Figure it out. You have three seconds."

"Okay! Fine." Ozzie sighed. "Sorry Bruce."

Bruce didn't have a chance to say more than a stammered, "But..." before Jamie marched him out the doors and jabbed a finger in his chest as he gave him a few choice words in parting.

"I guess I'll need to thank him again." I whispered to myself.

"What's that?" Steve asked.

"Oh! Umm, nothing." I grinned. "Well, I'm done for the night. Buy a girl a drink?"

"Drinks are free, so... how about two?"

We got to sit on a balcony overlooking Central Park, and it was a really nice evening. Even in my skimpy outfit, I wasn't cold. "Well, now that you know me, and Adam, can you tell us apart?"

"Huh?"

He grinned. "You said you didn't know me from Adam before. How about now?"

I recalled there actually was one in the group named Adam. I laughed and nodded. "Yes, I know you from Adam now."

"So, want to get out of here?"

I shook my head. "You're amazing." I huffed. "What makes you think I'll hop into bed with you, just like that?"

"Well, for one. I'm amazing. You just said so." I laughed again. "Two, you're amazing. I just said so. And three, two amazings together must be... really amazing."

We shared another laugh and chatted for a long time. Ozzi came and gave me a good night kiss. Then some of the other guys did the same, thanking me for my performances and dancing with them. Then Paula gave me a parting kiss, and Stacy and Lynn.

Then Jamie came over and I excused myself to talk with him.

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

"I think I'll stay for one more drink."

He frowned at me. "You can't drink. You're not twenty-one yet?"

I pouted. "Oh, please?" I whined with my cute-little-girl voice. "I promise I'll be a good girl." then I leaned in closer. "At least until I get to thank you for being my knight in shining armor again. Then I might be naughty again."

He grinned a little at that. "You don't need to do that." He said quietly.

"I know." I smiled. "But what if I want to?"

He gave me an eager smile, then frowned at Steve. "You spending the night here?"

I shook my head. "No. Just having a drink... and flirting a little."

He nodded. "Good. Be safe." He bent and kissed me, as well as he could, and left.

When I returned to finish my drink alone with Steve, he pulled me over and sat me on his lap. At first, I was taken aback, but I liked what I was sitting on. It felt, well... pretty amazing. I couldn't help but wriggle a bit, letting my ass feel how hard... and how big he was.

I finished my drink slowly while we kept chatting and he kept caressing my ass and hips. Every minute that passed made me want to be with this guy a little more. I still wasn't ready to jump in bed with him, but I was slowly getting there.

"I should really be going soon." I said after we'd both finished our drinks. It was almost two in the morning, and I was feeling a little tipsy. I hadn't eaten anything all night, and the drinks weren't the watered-down sort.

"Do you have anywhere you need to be tomorrow?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Not really. No."

He grinned and lifted me over to one leg so he could reach into his other pocket. He handed me the room key card for his hotel suite. "In case you change your mind and want to have another drink in my room." He said, then handed me one of his business cards that had his private cell phone number written on the back. "In case you don't."

Then he turned my head his way and gave me a kiss. Oh my fucking god! What a kisser! His mouth was like living silk; sweet, warm, wet, and alive. I felt myself swoon in his arms and I moaned into his open mouth. I didn't want to, it just happened. We kissed again, and again, and again. I was trembling.

Finally, a little voice in my head shouted loud enough to get through my haze of desire. You didn't know this guy! He was sweet and felt nice, and was the best kisser I'd ever met, but he could be anything. A lawyer, yes. But he wouldn't tell me about the contract they were celebrating. A military contract? A mob boss? A terrorist organization buying plutonium? Who could guess?

"I should go." I said softly. "Thank you. This was... really nice."

He reluctantly let me slide off his lap, stood with me, and lifted me in his arms to give me one more wonderful kiss goodnight. I was dizzy from the drinks and his lips. So good at that!

I gathered all my stuff, got dressed into my street clothes, and left to find a cab waiting for me. I got in, told the driver to take me to the train station, and sat back, still tingling from the night. What a night. I was drunk, but not on the alcohol. It was the attention, dancing with a bunch of men who loved fondling me. Being rescued by my big hunk of a Navy man. Kissing that amazing kisser. Oh boy! That's not good. Two older men, and they both were on my mind. I wanted them both.

That's when it hit me. I wanted Steve. I did. I wanted him and it didn't matter that I also wanted Jamie. I would have to choose at some point, just not tonight. I could go back to campus and maybe call him tomorrow or the next day, or I could go with the energy of the night and see what sort of lover this guy was right now. I could sleep in my little dorm bed alone, or wake up tomorrow in a hotel bed with a brand new lover.

"Take me back to the hotel." I said.

The driver smirked at me in the rearview. "Back to the hotel?"

I nodded. "Yes, please."

I got out, asked the clerk at the desk to confirm the room number for the card, and took myself up to his room. I thought about knocking, but after all the flirting and kissing, I felt it would kill that vibe. I swiped the card, opened the door, and found Steve naked on the bed with the TV remote in hand.

For a long moment, I just stood there staring. His cock was... amazing! I mean a wonder to behold. Long, thick, and only semi hard, it was still easily the largest I'd ever seen in person. I needed to see how big it would get if I got him hard. Even as I stood there thinking this to myself, it started to happen. I didn't move a muscle, didn't say a word, and while just looking at me, his erection slowly grew and stiffened until I was looking at no less than ten inches of manhood, maybe more.

"Is that a baseball bat on your lap or are you just happy to see me." I croaked through my cracking voice, and only then did I realize how silly it was.

"I'm thrilled to see you." He said. "Will you stay?"

I nodded.

"Will you... close the door?"

I gasped, not even realizing I was just standing there like a statue, and let the door swing shut behind me.

He got up from the bed. "Let me help you with these." He said, and took my duffle and makeup bag, putting them on the dresser. Then he turned and gently started to unbutton my blouse.

"Now let me help you with these." He slowly undressed me, and I was trembling all over again.

I could hardly believe I was there, doing this. For the first time, looking at that massive length of cock, I felt a touch of fear. How in the hell was that going to fit inside me? I mean, I'm not a very big girl at all. I usually fit a size four but have to have the bustline adjusted to make room for my somewhat disproportionally large tits. Or I get a size six and have the rest adjusted smaller. I took one look at that fully erect cock, and I just knew that would hurt.

Before I knew it, he was skimming my panties down my legs, and I was just in my shoes. He stood again and pulled me close. For a moment, I thought he was going to toss me on the bed and ravage me, but he started with another of his knee melting kisses. I kicked off my shoes and just gave myself completely to the lust that was welling up in me. Seconds later I practically climbed up into his arms. He wrapped his hands under my ass, and I had his cock nestled between my thighs.

"Go slow." I pleaded. "It's... pretty big."

He nodded and laid me down on the bed. We shifted position until I managed to wiggle my way up to the pillows, making us both laugh a little which helped to diffuse some of the sexual tension. Then he kissed me again and lined up the head of that massive length with my tight pussy. We didn't need any lubrication. I was already dripping wet. He pushed his head in, and I made a little yelp.

He held himself there, just letting my sex get used to his girth. Then he lowered himself a little and more of that wonderful thickness slid into me. It did hurt, but in the best way. It filled me like I never imagined I could be filled. This was sex on another level.

Another push and more stabbed into me. "Oh god! That's enough. Shit! So big."

He nodded, and just started fucking me with that much, which I soon realized was about half of what he had to give. We went at it like that for a long time, just letting our bodies get acquainted. I wanted more, but I wanted to control how much.

"Let me get on top?" I panted at him.

Without a word, he just rolled us together and lifted me onto him. His cock was still inside me, and I made another little yelp as it sank in further.

He relaxed back on the pillows and smiled up at me. "Take your time." He said. "Fuck yourself on my cock."

Oh my god! The way he talked, the way he felt, the way he kissed. I was delirious. My mouth covered his for another kiss, and I wiggled my ass to make his cock stir inside me. I think we both liked that a lot. Then I slowly slid down more, and my moans into his mouth became more urgent. I could feel his hands on my hips, urging me to take more, but not forcing it.

With as much control as I could manage, I lowered myself further, and the thick length inside me was reaching places I never knew I had. Gritting my teeth, and with pure determination, I kept going, a tiny bit more with every thrust.