Bunny Stripper Novels & Stories

“You’re gonna give me what I want.” There was nowhere to run. His hands were on me, grabbing and squeezing. I screamed, but the music was too loud. Nobody would hear me. This was it. I had heard stories from the other strippers about how men turned into beasts in the VIP. Was this how I was going to lose my virginity? To this pig who smelled like rat piss and boiled onion. How do I explain to my boyfriend, Nathan? When he doesn’t even know I’m a stripper. When he thinks I work in a bakery downtown, because I’m too ashamed to own this part of me.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

There were pictures of Rian with the tag “Rapist turned celebrity!” His heart beat very fast. Then the video of Isabella outburst followed. The camera captured her accusing Rian of rape. She claimed he took advantage of her and she could go on to talk more of what he did to her…. At that moment, it wasn't Aiden alone who saw and read it, everyone else, standing in the sitting room did. Isabella's tears dropped. She didn't mean it this way. She didn't expect that there's a mole among the staff members.

He was sure the bond they had, ended a long while but he didn't expect it to be so soon. Alex Sighed and went back to the room, where he saw her. Luna, stark naked. ****** Gabriel stared at Nancy who stripped herself in front of him with her beautiful shape and figure appeasing the clients but he wasn't any interested in her, he looked disgusted. Nancy was moving waist to her neck, boobs, stomach, and hips to the rhythm of the music. She was a really good stripper with a beautiful and admirable shape,any client won't possibly be able to resist her charming and beautiful figure.

The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face. "So she's a he..." Storm said. Returning back to Bash's page he kept it on scrolling through, he saw other photos of Bash with his arts and TikTok videos he made with them, caption:life is art. Going further Storm's eyes widened when he came across a photo of Bash dressed in kinky bunny outfit. He was wearing a black pant with strapped suspenders, white bunny ears on his head and furry wristbands on his hands and feet. He was kneeling sideways , a bunny tail was on his stuck to his buttocks and Bash was biting his lips seductively. Caption: let's play dress up.

A bunny hairband sat on her head giving her a sweet-innocent bad girl look. "Hot!" I smirked at her and her red lips curled into a smile immediately, her cat eyeliner made her look dangerously sexy and a wink from those gorgeous eyes was enough to convert even a straight woman into a bisexual at that minute. "In that case, let's get my birthday party started already!" Her five inches black stilettoes hit the tiled floor as she stepped into the club. The music stopped and everyone present feasted their eyes on her sight, gulping, and craving for more. It was like a magical Disney Cinderella cartoon but only that this time around, the setting happens to be in a strip club.

---------------- ----------- The next night . . . ---------------- ----------- Bunny, as it turned out, could talk for at least an hour without stopping. She was the verbal equivalent of the world's longest run-on sentence, but Shamira did not seem to mind anymore. The girl was just too damn happy to stay annoyed with. And she was certainly easy on the eyes, sitting in the passenger side of the van in tight-white denim shorts that barely covered her ass, a tied-off pink-and-white checkered shirt, and her wheat-blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail. She enjoyed flirting with passing truckers, and watching her lean out the window to talk to or yell at other motorists made Shamira grin.

His beard scrapes against the curve of my ear, and I’m seconds from letting out a sound I’ll regret when I catch the tattoo artist staring intently at the far wall like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Stop it,” I whisper, swatting at his shoulder. “That’s ticklish.” His nose brushes my cheek, then he pulls just far enough to meet my eyes. “Do you know one special thing about bunnies?” “If this is going where I think it’s going—” “They have a very high reproductive drive.” “Knox.” “Come on,” he says, pulling me flush against him. “It’s just ten. What’s the big deal about having ten kids?”

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.