Bunny Stripper の小説・ストーリー

DANTE… I stared intensely at her as she pleasured herself. I knew she was about to cum but I wouldn't let her get relieved so quickly not under my watch, I cupped her soft ass then I lifted her up and placed her on the bed. I could see her bite her lower lip and I knew what she wanted so badly. "How long have you been a stripper?" I asked sensually "Two years" she replied in a hoarse voice and I gritted my teeth, hearing her sweet seductive voice was enough to make me so hard.

The lacking enthusiasm gripped his attention, urging him to question Adrienne's true feelings. He gazed at her intently, searching for answers in her expression, but found only emptiness. In one sudden motion, the stripper used his teeth to pull down the strap of Adrienne's dress, revealing her bare breasts. The lack of a bra only added to Adrienne's vulnerability, intensifying her discomfort. As he spread her legs, exposing her panties, Adrienne turned her gaze towards Richard, silently cursing him, her eyes asking why he would allow this. Without hesitation, the stripper lunged forward and forcefully took hold of one of Adrienne's breasts, forcing it into his mouth.

My tone was firm. She chuckled, shaking her head. “Okay, calm down, don’t get all serious on me. I work as a stripper.” I blinked, stunned, “What?” “Yes,” she said proudly, “but not just anywhere, I strip in one of the most expensive clubs in New York.”

At 25, with her long raven hair cascading down her back in loose waves that caught the faint glow of the porch lights, emerald eyes that sparkled under streetlights like polished gems, and a body honed from years of pole dancing—curves that could make a man forget his vows—she knew she was the perfect hire for a bachelor party. The ad had been straightforward: high-end stripper for a groom's last night of freedom. No extras mentioned, but Jade had her limits. Lap dances, teasing, maybe a blowjob if the tip was fat enough. Sex? That was off the table. She reminded herself of that boundary again as she smoothed her palms down the sides of her tight red dress, feeling the way the fabric clung t

The next thing I did was grab my drink, down it all, stand up, and stare at everyone at the table, then turn my attention back to Roderick. “There a time to be an asshole, today is not the day to do it Roderick. So you wanted to know am I’m a stripper so that you can confirm it? yes it's true. Did your birdie even tell you Roderick that I’m the highest pay stripper, that men all over will pay good money to see what I can do. Trust me, I never disappoint, are you happy now? you thought that you could embarrass me by putting me on blast? I am not shame of what I do, I don’t have to prove anything to you four assholes.” Sound of loud growls had Journee, and Emiliano submitting while our parent

“C’mon, man; you haven't eaten this one out. That's why you're giving me the theory of love." “I’m not kidding you,” he added. "What is the name of this stripper that has turned my friend into a poet?" I ask. "Her name is Susan, but her stripping name is Aqua."

The only thing I knew how to do… Fuck and forget. A bad habit… But it worked every time. Me and Fizz made our way to sit down and watch some strippers perform. Fizz was enjoying the show, throwing money on the women like no tomorrow. One of the women had brown skin, brown eyes and black hair, was wearing lacy red lingerie, and walked up to him. “Hey handsome,” she rasped. “Hey baby girl…” he murmured, and she began giving him a lap dance, as he rubbed her ass up and down, throwing money on her.

The guys in the bar all cheered, some of them looking jealous but still with smiles on their faces, and some of them watching the blonde stripper who was doing a sexy dance for the other boys on the other side of the room. The stripper ended her tease by leaning back, letting her top slowly lift from her tight pants, and giving me a view of her toned stomach as she let her hair fall behind her. Am I supposed to reach out and hold her back so that she doesn’t fall? I looked over at Harrison to ask him and noticed Milo doing a similar thing to him as they stood off to the side. Harrison was smiling and laughing as Milo circled him with a teasing finger, then grinding up against him from behind

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.

“Look, a girl just called out so…let’s see how you look in the clothes and we’ll go from there. Did you…bring anything?” “I’ll just get something from the Matron on credit,” I say with a happy sigh, giving him a wink. “What’s your name, doll?” he murmurs, clicking his pen and raising it to the paper. “B-“ “Bunny,” Frankie snaps out. I look to him in surprise but he gives me a serious nod. I realize quite suddenly that he’s right – that Bambi isn’t precisely a rare name in a strip club, but if someone’s looking for me…