Barbara Dare stands barely over five feet, a slim brunette with the kind of body that commands attention. Born in Wayne, New Jersey on February 23, 1963, she cut her teeth in the mid-eighties at Plato’s Retreat, that notorious Manhattan club where the dance floor gave way to mattresses and everyone fucked everyone. She didn’t dabble—she went all the way in, and her appetite earned her one of the first exclusive contracts a studio ever offered a female performer. Over a hundred explicit titles followed, each one preserving the same raw, unfiltered appetite she showed that first night in the club’s back rooms.
Barbara Dare stands barely over five feet, a slim brunette with the kind of body that commands attention. Born in Wayne, New Jersey on February 23, 1963, she cut her teeth in the mid-eighties at Plato’s Retreat, that notorious Manhattan club where the dance floor gave way to mattresses and everyone fucked everyone. She didn’t dabble—she went all the way in, and her appetite earned her one of the first exclusive contracts a studio ever offered a female performer. Over a hundred explicit titles followed, each one preserving the same raw, unfiltered appetite she showed that first night in the club’s back rooms.