Bunny Stripper Novelas e Histórias

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

“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…

The place was expensive to buy and put a dent in our pockets but it was worth it. When my glass was full, I drank the entire thing down without a break. I was really thirsty and the water tasted so good. “Look at you.” A voice startled me and the glass almost slipped from my hand. My heart was beating fast and when I looked behind me, I saw Bunny. I released a breath and rolled my eyes. She was wearing skinny jeans and a very cute crop top. Her hair had sparkles in it while her face was bare of make-up. “Geez, Bunny. You could have given me a heart attack.” I placed the glass down and walked carefully to the kitchen island.

I heard the sound of his grinding teeth to my question. “Yeah.” he finally answered. “Are you going to give me more than a one-word answer?” It became silent once again. Between the grinding of his teeth and the tapping on the steering wheel meant he was trying so hard not to snap. “Why are you a stripper?” You can hear the distaste in his question like he hated that his mate dances are naked with other men. “It’s fun that’s why. I don’t need to do it, I want to do it. I know you’re thinking that there is a reason that I had to do this. Well, there isn't anything other than it’s my only talent.”

I snarled, shoving past a guy in a suit who was narrating for his livestream. “Yeah, Steve, you’re not gonna believe this, it’s like two giant dogs...” I elbowed him in the kidney. Accidentally. Mostly. Finally, I broke through the last line of rubberneckers and winced at the scene before my eyes. The front of the “Fuzzy Bunny” strip club was… well, it looked like a bomb went off. A really specific, furry bomb. The neon sign was sparking, the door was splinters and a chunk of the wall was just gone. This didn’t start outside. This started in there and decided to take the party onto the sidewalk.

Probably some who came to pay for sex, some who came to listen to the live band, some who came for the strippers …like me. I could barely make my way through till I met a lady, a blonde. I asked her to show me the dressing room, which she did. She said her name was Bri and she was the top stripper. I also introduced myself and she was kind enough to help me get dressed and showed me a few moves on the pole in the dressing room so I don’t embarrass myself out there.

a sexy stripper, long blonde gel soaked hair with a bra and a patch on her privates for a panty came by. "not today hunnie" said frank tipping her a two dollar bill in her black leather porch that was hanging behind her massive oiled ass. "ooh, franky is moody today" she said and leaned over him, her long tattered tongue with a ring at the tip licked his face, "i knew you couldn't resist me" she sat on his lap. "please, some other time am not in the mood right now" he said pushing her away. "okay frank" she said looking devastated, every striper in the club enjoyed a session with frank. he was a bigger fish, meaning more money and random gifts and also because of the fact that he was a local

Nobody could think that she was the same person who made the drunken crowd whistle and go wild with her performances. She got ready within minutes and changed into the skimpy outfit for the night. It was more lingerie and less of a dress. The bright pink dress that ended just below her underwear had big holes everywhere. The only things hidden were her private parts. That too, because she had requested a moderate dress from Laura. That was the most moderate dress that could be found among the hundreds of other outfits for the strippers. The club took stripping part of the business very seriously. She wore black stilettos and started doing her makeup. It required the strippers to do their mak

SHOLA The club was crammed full with people. It always is, regardless of the time or day. I was one of five girls seated at the table directly in front of the cage numbered ONE (1) where one of the numerous strippers danced. Mule and Tesoju threw money at her and screamed wildly at the tops of their voices whenever she pulled a strip stunt or brought her panties down to reveal her pubic hair which was shaved in a heart shape. She would crawl towards us but the cage kept us apart. The bars of the cage are wide enough to let money into the cage but thin enough to stop the strippers from coming out.