A Bad Case Of Stripes Novels & Stories

That I couldn't get paid anywhere else. There I stood rubbing my ass up and down the pole stripping from my firewoman playout fit. Tonight was " acting night" and every stripper had to play the role of a naughty girl at work. I was wearing a very short blue and yellow skirt that exposed my blue thong and my shirt was bright red for fire it barely covered my huge breasts. I slowly unbuttoned each button and then I bent down opening my legs widely to the crowd. They all screamed as they saw my pussy half exposed, They love it.

Lucian asked. "I want her." Alexander replied getting up. He walked towards Karl's office. Of course Karl knew who he was why wouldn't he take note of his high end customers. "Mr McCallion I wasn't expecting you tonight." Karl said all smiles. "Is there any girl you want to spend the night with I can make arrangements and..." "The stripper." Alexander said. "Huh?" Karl asked. "You heard me I want the strip dancer." Alexander repeated with a straight face. "Um... I'm so sorry Mr McCallion but... She... Is not..." Karl stammered.

“Look, why do you need to bother with what they say? Why don’t you just show them and prove to them that it is wrong to judge you.” “How am I supposed to be unbothered with those things, Andrius? How?” she asked, frustratingly as she stepped backward. “You were right! No matter how I dress, no matter how I try to be your ideal girl, in other people's eyes… I’m just a stripper. A fucking whore!”

She stood there, her breath shaky, fingers brushing nervously against her sides. “Strip,” he ordered. Her eyes widened, pulse thundering. “Right here? Now?” Right. No questions allowed. She clenched her jaw, fighting the sting of humiliation that mixed with a strange thrill crawling along her skin. The awareness of his eyes on her was heavy and warm. Slowly, her fingers went to the first button of her oversized shirt. Her hands shook, but she kept going, even as heat crept up her neck. She shut her eyes, trying to block out the embarrassment, trying to swallow down the vulnerability biting at her.

And it was currently burning his tongue. He looked around, digging a hand into his dark strands and narrowing his gaze. Not quite sure of what was happening. Of why he was being so strongly affected by a stranger when almost nothing ever fazed him. He tried to step back but it was as if his feet were pivoted to the ground. He could feel something foreign within him and he wasn't sure of what to do. As a shifter, he knew that under certain situations, his tiger would be tempted to come out, but there was nothing particularly special about that situation to summon the beast within him. But that was until he decided to take in a deep breath, and in the air, he caught hints of it. Blood....her b

~~~Skye's POV~~~ I sat alone at a quiet corner table in The Velvet Lounge, where Red works. It is one of the most popular strip clubs in Orlando. The lights were low and the music loud and pulsing. I was still wearing the same blue dress from earlier, now slightly wrinkled after the long day. I sipped my whiskey slowly, letting the burn slide down my throat as I watched the stage. The strippers were putting on a hell of a show.

Miss M tried to make him understand, as she knew Kate might not agree. "I don't care! I am the VVIP customer here, and I want her. That's it!" "Sorry sir, I am unable to do this for you, but I can get you someone else!" Miss M said and called a few girls for him, but he was not willing to take any one of them; all he wanted was that stripper! He was itching for her and craving for her. "Just you wait, Jia, I am going to make you scream my name in bed until you lose your voice!"

“Why me? Why do you like me? I’m a single mom… And a stripper. You, of all people, know about it. But why?” Jeremy shrugged. “I don’t know, but that’s what I felt for you. Or maybe because you are such a great person, a loving mother, and a person with dignity.” Jeremy sneered. “You’re also beautiful, sexy, mysterious, and quite a tease.” He grinned, which had her roll her eyes. Jeremy chuckled at her reactions, which made Felicity smile, too.

And lately, the police have been raiding the bar I work in, my dad bailing me out is nothing new. Yes I am a stripper, I love what I do. I grew up dancing, ballet was my favorite. My dad supported me of course, I graduated from the best prestigious art university. Being a stripper is the best thing to ever happen to me whereas my dad, the wealthiest man in Los Angeles and the US, it is said to bring dishonor to his name and whatnot. My father, the famous multi-billionaire, Charlie Clover just had to have a daughter who is a stripper. It doesn't paint a good picture of his image. So yes, I left everything to be a stripper, and FYI because I am a stripper doesn't make me a prostitute and I don

then he said one word that made me see even in dark. "Strip" like a whip that command landed on me... gosh! What is going to happen to me? How was it guys? Keep voting and commenting. Love you all. XOXO