Bunny Stripper Novels & Stories

“ Ahh…Ahh… “ She moaned out softly as she slowly started passionately riding Jim, twisting and moving her waist and hips around his d**k. The other lady got hold of her boóbs and started sûcking on it. “What’s your name?” Nate asked the other lady that was sucking on her friend bóobs. “Alice!” She replied and Nate smack her àss. “Fûck, your Dîck is so good, I am finally having the hot stripper dîck” she kept saying silly things. Nate gently remove his hips making her bounce more and it was driving her crazy. In a second he had pushed her away and dragged Alice to the bed, it was her turn.

I don't think Ry could take coming up empty again. The music shifts and the crowd goes wild, begging the dark-haired woman in red to stay on stage. U + Ur hand by pink starts playing instead and I catch a bright smile as she stripper spins. Her red painted lips move along to the lyrics as she lets loose. She gradually lowers herself into a crouch in front of our table. Falling to her knees, she skims her fingers up her thighs, over stomach and above her head. Flipping her hair in a circle her knees slide apart and she places her hands on the ground and leans forward giving our table an eyeful of her chest. One of the pups jumps forward and tuckes a dollar bill into the strap of her bra. She

They are lucky if someone throws a thousand or sticks a tip in their chest for that amount When they got off the stage, they were sweating profusely and their lipstick was melting. The two women went straight to the dressing room and caught up with the group of women. "What is that?" Kitty. "Can we gossip?" Cindy. "Oh, you two are the only ones who don't know." "What is that girl?" asked Cindy. “Whitecoast Penthouse has a lot to offer. There is an audition for strippers on the second. What they want is tall, strong, smooth, single, sexy and most of all no tattoos," said another stripper.

I really don't know how to say it so I glanced at the strippers instead. "Ofcourse, darling! Come on! Let's dress you up!" We entered the dressing room and I came out wearing a black one piece lingerie. The cloth at the bottom was very thin, designed with a bunny tail and it could barely cover my private part down there. The upper showed almost half of my cleavage area and the bunny headband had completed the attire. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. "You look so gorgeous, darling! Come on, the customers will love you! Out of the way girls! Let Amora go first!"

He added, making a gesture as he pointed to my lingerie. He pulled me closer and held my face in his palm as he brought his lips closer to mine, the thought of having to kiss a completely old stranger made me retch and I had almost puked all over him, controlling myself, I pulled away from his touch and I could see the angry look in his eyes. “You’re not paying me to kiss or sleep with you, I get paid to strip, I’m a stripper and not a slut!” I said firmly, trying to stand up but I felt a pull on my hand that made me sit back down at once.

Lily's POV My heels clicked reluctantly on the ground as I walked towards the private section of the club. As I passed by, I heard catcalls and lewd remarks from men about my semi nude body that made my skin crawl. This was a part of my job that hard to get used to, I felt so naked in front of all these men and their eyes raped me without consent… Well I guess, I was automatically consenting given my job as a stripper. I preferred my day job as a bartender more, they were less jerks and I didn't have to wear revealing clothing. But as a single mother caring for a five year old son diagnosed with down syndrome, I need the double income so I was willing to do anything.

Mae slapped her hand over her mouth in shock, looking around again as if to check if anyone else had seen that, but he just laughed. Fed up at this point, I directed my gaze back to the road and thankfully, the traffic cleared minutes after that and we began to move. Scar had a lot of fucking questions to answer. The strippers were allowed to leave Casa Eleganza, yes, but strippers like her—with a debt—were an exception. They were only allowed only to short distances and for minor errands. Scar let her out, and not only did she go out, she ran off to meet her boyfriend, and only the devil knew what she had given to him that had him grinning like that.

and Barbie nodded, appreciating the wisdom in her words. "Will you join me for my job?" Cassie inquired, but Barbie gently pushed her away, replying, "Nope, I'm in the market for another job." Cassie wore a puzzled expression. "I thought you were fine with it," she said, her brow furrowed. "Sure, but being a stripper isn't my thing," Barbie retorted with a scoff. Trying to persuade her, Cassie stood up, saying, "Finding a job for you won't be a walk in the park, and besides, the pay for this stripping gig is pretty sweet." Barbie, maintaining her stance, reassured her friend, "Don't stress, Cassie. I'll find a job, promise."

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.

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”