Easy Money, Chapter One

by Barbie Doll

My name is Barbara but my family and close friends have always called me Barbie. The reason, I was told by my mom, was that around the age of six or seven she thought I looked like the popular Barbie Doll. As a child I was quite introverted and shy. Years later I also realized I was easily led by anyone who was outgoing and decisive. My dad was a corporation man, very aggressive and extremely ambitious. We had moved five times by the time I had reached age 15 as Dad worked his way up the "corporate ladder." "I'll move anywhere the company wants me to as long as it is a promotion," I heard him say many times. I was nine when we moved to the Seattle area. We settled in Renton, a pleasant middle class community.

Moving to a new city, enrolling in a new school and making new friends had always been difficult for me and Renton was no exception. I was very lonely and, being shy, kept to myself. Every day I would eat lunch by myself in the school cafeteria, secretly wishing I were a part of one of the many cliques that gathered at the same table each lunch hour.

It was about six weeks into the school year when an event occured that altered my life forever. I was seated alone in the cafeteria as usual when this girl I had never noticed before approached me and asked if she could join me for lunch. I was a bit shocked but inwardly excited by such a pretty girl actually seeking me out. I said sure and told her my name. She told me her name was Kelly. It turned out she lived only a few blocks from my house. She was in the 5th grade, one ahead of me, and had recently had her 10th birthday. We chatted about school and decided we would meet again for lunch the next day. Meeting each noon in the cafeteria became routine and our friendship slowly developed. I found out that most Saturdays she went to the large mall that was located less than a mile from where I lived. One Friday Kelly asked me if I would like to join her at the mall the next day and just "hang out." I told her I would like to but would have to get my mom's permission. Permission was quickly granted because I think my mom saw this as me finally "coming out of my shell."

For the next several Saturdays I met Kelly at the mall and we would just walk around, look in the shops and comment on the boys who were often looking us over. On one particular Saturday we had both spent most of our weekly allowances and were complaining about what we could do if only we had a little more money. Kelly surprised me when she said she knew a way we could make some easy money. I was intrigued and asked Kelly how. She was reluctant to say much except that she knew a lady named Mrs. Gallager, a friend of her mother's, who lived only a short distance from the mall. She told me Mrs. Gallager liked young girls and if we visited her we would come away with some easy money. I was a little apprehensive about this scheme but as was usually the case I was the follower.

We rode our bikes about five or six blocks and came to an older but well maintained apartment building. We locked our bikes to a tree and Kelly rang one of the several doorbells. Within a few seconds a voice answered. Kelly identified herself and said she was with her friend Barbie. There was a buzzing sound and Kelly opened the door. We went to the elevator and Kelly pushed the button for the 4th floor. It was obvious she had been here several times before. We soon arrived at a door with the number 412 on it and Kelly rapped lightly on the door. The door opened immediately and I saw Mrs. Gallager for the first time. She was about my mom's age, quite tall and slim and her dark hair had a touch of gray in it. She seemed pleased to see us and gave Kelly a hug. Kelly introduced me and we were invited into the living room. Mrs. Gallager opened a cold drink for both of us and gave us each a cookie. She asked us both how we were doing in school and we chatted for a few minutes. At one point Mrs. Gallager looked at me and said, "Will you excuse Kelly and me for a few minutes. There is something I want to show her." She turned the TV on and handed me the channel changer. She and Kelly left the living room and I heard another door close. I don't remember how long they were gone but it seemed like quite a long time. I began to wonder what it was she wanted to show Kelly and why it was taking so long. Finally I heard a door open and shut and they returned to the living room, both with smiles on their faces. A short time later we said goodbye and Mrs. Gallager gave Kelly another hug. I was a little surprised that, as she was hugging Kelly, one of her hands reached down and squeezed Kelly's bum. We rode our bikes back to the mall. Once inside, Kelly reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a five dollar bill. I was surprised to say the least and my curiosity was driving me crazy. I was smart enough to know that there was an association between the five dollars and what went on while I sat alone in the living room. Finally I felt compelled to ask Kelly what she had done to earn the five dollars. Kelly looked at me with a very stern look on her face. "If I tell you it has to be our secret. If you ever tell anyone I will never speak to you again. Do you understand Barbie?" I swore I would never tell a soul and I meant it because I could not bear the thought of losing Kelly as my friend.

"Mrs. Gallager is a perv," she said. "What is a perv?" I asked in all innocence. Kelly looked at me as though I was a moron for not knowing this word. "Perv is short for pervert. Mrs. Gallager is a pervert. She likes to feel-up little girl's like you and me. Now do you get it?" she said. To ensure I knew what Mrs. Gallager was she went on to tell me how Mrs. Gallager likes to put her hand inside little girl's panties and feel their cunnies. At this point I was shocked. I also had many questions. I asked her how many times she had done it with Mrs. G? Did she always get five dollars for letting Mrs. G touch her? What else did they do when they were in the bedroom? Kelly went on to say she put her hand inside Mrs. G's panties and played with her thingy. When there is just the two of them they usually both get naked and do lots of other stuff.

Finally I asked her if she did these things just for the money. Kelly had a slight smile on her face and said, "No, I like the things we do together. I would do it for nothing but Mrs. G. doesn't know that so why should I tell her." Before we left the mall Kelly reminded me of my promise to keep this a secret and then said, "Mrs. Gallager told me she thought you were sexy and wondered if you would like to play these special games with her."

To be continued.