Bunny Stripper Novelas e Histórias

Their laughter echoed in my ears, making my embarrassment even more unbearable. I couldn’t believe this was happening. How did I go from dealing with marital chaos, to being the center of a bachelorette party gone wild in Las Vegas? I wanted to disappear. To melt into the floor and escape the humiliation. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of person who enjoyed this kind of attention. Especially not from a complete stranger who was only here because he was paid to be. The other stripper, equally as muscular but with a charming grin, focused on Cassandra. “Good evening, ma’am. I hear you have lost your kitty? Let me help you find it.” He winked, his tone teasing.

"Gave my notice yesterday before we left. Two weeks and I'm done dancing." Derek goes very still. "Are you sure? I don't want you to give up something you're good at just because—" "I'm sure. It was always supposed to be temporary, a way to make money until I could open my gallery. And now with the baby coming and us trying to build something real, I'm ready to move on." I take his hand. "Plus I'm pretty sure pregnant strippers aren't exactly in high demand." He laughs. "Probably not. So what's the plan? You're really going to open a gallery?"

For I am dead. "Creed, baby," a soft voice murmurs next to me. I slowly turn my head. The stripper—a caramel-complexioned woman who has silver extensions and glitter on her collarbones—smiles disarmingly. Her costume is functionally a line of rhinestones held in by double-sided tape and hope. She gets on my lap unexpectedly, her body pressed against mine. "You've said very little tonight. Is everything alright? Cat got your tongue or just not impressed?" I must respond. I must act.

She suddenly climbed the ring stage and started whining her hips; men went wild, and they were spraying money on her butt. "Fuck,look at this stripper," Gutan moaned, letting go of the stripper and touching himself shamelessly, staring at Aurora's sensual dance.... "Master!!!" The bouncer whispered, feeling his cock twitch….but Gutan was already lost... Staring at the diva in front of him....

[NYX] “How much for a kiss, little minx?” Neon lights swept across the dimly lit room, slow, sensual music curling through the air like smoke. “How much do you think my mouth is worth?” A slender finger traced the sharp edge of his customer’s jaw. The man—mid-fifties, maybe—snorted, then slid a $400 bill into the heart-shaped cutout of Rabbit’s costume. A wide smile spread across the young stripper’s face. He pushed the bill deeper into his top before giving a sharp whistle.

But we didn’t say anything, we just stared at the photo, and I smiled. She danced here, she worked for him, she was a stripper. Our Luna is a stripper?

“Baby Girl, I said no hands.” “So?” she grinned as his loosened grip tightened on her hair once again. Sitting down on the chair behind him, he leaned in close to her. “Want to reconsider that response?” Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she bit her lower and shook her head slightly in his grip. “Nope.” Releasing her, he sat back in the chair and palmed his cock as it began to harden again. “Strip.” Shrugging, Bunny stood up and pushed her pajama pants down and kicked them away from her. Then she stood there, refusing to remove her oversized sleep shirt. Grabbing her wrist, Jaxon pulled her across his lap laying on her stomach.

Only his heavily tattooed arms and neck gave away the bad-boy side to the deadly beast underneath. “Bunny, the tech-wiz.” “Hi!” Bunny instantly waved back, a wide grin splitting his lips. Bunny was the kind of person you’d expect to find in a grandma’s basement. A little chubby, but not overly so, and a face that made all the girls swoon. He had kind, blue eyes, a killer smile, and with sandy blond hair, he was practically irresistible. Despite being patched in, he was the youngest patched member there was, even younger than some of the prospects. But he’d proven his worth to the club on more than just one occasion. No, he couldn’t shoot straight to save his life and he didn’t know a bolt fr

Rose replied in a matter of fact tone as she smiled at him. He looked at her in quiet disbelief for a few seconds before he burst in to laughter. What was with this stripper? First of all, she got herself drunk and held her own little karaoke night before he even got here; and now, she was calling him beautiful. Nobody had certainly ever described him as beautiful and it really cracked him up. Even if he didn’t end up getting his dance, it didn’t seem like such a bad way to spend his birthday; being cracked up by a stripper named Cinnamon. The thought of it made him burst in to laughter once again.

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