Barbie Diaries Raquelle Novels & Stories

I slide off the stool. "Fuck!" Maddie grumbles. My mouth curls up into a smile, I know sucking dick is her least favourite job here. I run out of the bar with the intention of catching Lisa.

Quiet shuffling, the clinking of glass, and a little girl’s voice whispering, “Merci.” Odette? I rush in to find my daughter standing next to Raquel by the sink, holding on to a glass of water with both of her tiny hands. Raquel’s dressed in a simple white tank top and black shorts that cut off mid-thigh, items likely purchased for her by Penelope earlier in the day. “What is going on?” I demand. Odette turns to smile at me after taking a big sip of her drink. She says nothing, however, much to my disappointment.

Two evenings later, Tanya came into my room with Rachel in tow. " Listen Barbie, "she said in her usual blunt way, [she sometimes called me Barbie, though I could never figure out why], "listen up, we're going to a party and you're coming with us." I began to stammer my refusal but Rachel came forward and hugged me, whispered loudly, "Marianne the Snob will be there too and we need to show her what you are really like, right? ‘