Bunny Stripper Novels & Stories

She wasn't the one to care if I banged my head on the wall or not, instead she remained nonchalant and would even laugh at my downfall. I think I was a little bit lost because she tapped me and repeated the question. I looked her in the eyes, raised her chin with my thumb to look into mine then I smiled. I couldn't resist the smile, she had been a very good girl and she deserved an award. She was still putting on a cloth, I looked at her with a smirk. I said softly, almost like a whisper, “ Strip for daddy.” She nodded. She was quite obedient today, the net gown slid down her petite body.. next was the lacy pant that stuck to her wet pussy.

When they moved to Virginia, she continued working as a stripper together with her sister. Sasha worked at an underground strip club in Springfield. And because of her, the place gained fame in all of Grayson. This fame even extended to Fairfax and other neighboring cities and counties. Being the club’s star stripper, her managers have been strict in following her rules. No customer was allowed to touch her, and they couldn't take her out. Even the rich men who visited the club can’t bend Sasha’s rules. Regardless of the amount they were willing to pay. The star stripper named Sasha turned out to be Maxine Winther. Looking at her, Sean still couldn’t be convinced that she was the person he w

Though, she protested against it, Lola didn’t take no for an answer and she squeezed her into the tiny frame. Now, they were leaning against the wall, silently devouring their popsicles in front of a neon-lit strip club sign whose fluorescent glow casted a shadow across the sidewalk. June tilted her head as a question slipped past her lips. “Do you enjoy stripping?” “Yes,” Lola answered without a second thought, making June snap her head toward her in surprise. June asked with a tone of disbelief. “Really?” Lola nodded, licking the top of her ice cream with a carefree smile that almost seemed out of place given the conversation. “Yep, really.”

On the stage, two strippers are pole dancing - One's dressed in pink lingerie with 5-inch pencil heels as her black jet hair is tied in a high ponytail while the other is wearing just a transparent thong and black duct tape covering her nipples. When we reached the VIP section I was caught off guard when someone wrapped their arms around my body and embraced me into a tight warm hug. "Bitch!" The person squeals. Immediately I know who it is. "Birthday girl!" I say, wrapping my arms around her waist. Seconds later Katina pulls back from the hug and locks our fingers together.

Within her study, her little brothers, and her family's financial situation, now she needs to think about her divorced silver fox hunk sitting in front of her waiting for his lap dance. She was a stripper, an exotic dancer, a pole dancer whatever terms people call it and she was it. Cassidy had no business to even thinking about the handsome man. So, she danced, she smiled and she give him her best moves but she stopped when his hand grabbed her wrist most likely to stop her tease. "Rules, camera, no touching the dancer." She winked and pointed at the camera. The security measure was also why she chose Babes, she feels safe at Babes. Her dance is her release, she needed the routine despite w

The moment she said those words, he was reminded of what she really was—just a woman who entertained men for money. His jaw clenched. What a slut. They’re all just after money. His anger flared. This woman would do anything for the right price. Sex. Blowjobs. Stripping. Anything for a few bills. And he hated that about her. For a moment, he had forgotten that she was just a stripper he picked up to satisfy his lust. "Get out. Fix yourself and leave," he ordered coldly, tucking himself back into his pants.

He lit up the second he saw me. “Oh, my God! Do you need anything, sir? I’d be so happy to help. You didn’t have to leave your seat. I would’ve come to you,” he gushed. It wasn’t my first time here, but he always acted starstruck. “That girl over there. What does it take to have her for the night?” “You mean Spicy?” he asked, pointing toward her. “Yes. Is that her name?” “Yes, sir. But making out with her is like a snowball’s chance in hell. She only dances for VIPs. No happy endings. But if that’s what you want, I can get you the thickest stripper here. Her name is Bam and she…”

My heart gave a hard thump. “The stripper?” one of the girls asked, a giggle in her voice. “Yeah. Works at that club, Onyx. Heard she gives private dances in the back rooms for extra cash. Real private.” Heat rushed to my face. I kept walking, my legs feeling stiff. “I heard she’s hooked up with, like, all of them,” the other guy chimed in. “Jeremy Blackwood, obviously. But the brothers too. Raphael, Caspian… even the quiet one, Silas. She’s like a… a house pet. For all of them.”

I gasped between giggles. Red wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “It wasn’t really awkward. Like I said earlier, I strip for everyone, not just the men. And those ladies… they are mostly wild. Doing all kinds of things to our bodies…” I raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “With that kind of body, who wouldn’t get carried away?” Red giggled and struck a playful pose. “We always have to stay in shape so we don’t lose our income. As a stripper, your body is your greatest asset.”

I quickly corrected. A smile appeared on her face. "You were nice, crazy, but fun to be with," she said. "You have a very big heart, but you love money too much, so you scam people." I stared at her. "I thought I am a stripper," I said. "You remember that?" she shouted. Her reaction startled me. "It means your memory is not completely lost," she said excitedly. I quickly shook my head. "No, you mentioned it when we first met," I lied, hoping she would believe me.