Cowboy Stripper Novels & Stories

I get close to the pain in my hip because it hit the floor wrong. "So, The Stripper is here," he shouted loudly causing everyone to look at us. "Stacey don't do this," I said weakly but instead of speaking she laughed and they started throwing eggs at me. “How dare you flirt with Fred, you know his courting me and yet you choose to flirt with him, what is your plan to take his money with your body? You are such a disgusting bitch!” I just bowed down, even though it was painful for them to throw eggs at me.

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.

And it’s motherfucking scary…” I dragged myself on my knees seductively towards the hungry audience. They needed a good view for their money and I would give them one. I laid flat again and moved my fingers through my tummy to my panties. The crowd cheered for more. Stupid dumb people. ‘…I’ll put the ring on when you’re ready, we play our fantasies out in real-life ways…’ My eyes caught a dark figure among the crowds. I couldn’t get a clear glimpse of his face because of how rowdy the crowds were. But I could feel his stares at me. He was in a suit. Who wears a suit to a fucking stripper club?

William frowned and asked as he collected the legal papers from me. “It’s… uhm… just check” the man stammered in reply. William sighed and brought out his phone, with a few taps he suddenly froze and his face went from confused to angry. I got curious watching them get so worked up and agitated so I walked closer and peeped on William's phone. What I saw made my eyes widen in disbelief and shock. There were pictures, pictures of me and William from earlier today, even one with my son. And the headline read: William Carter, billionaire and CEO of the Carter real estate caught in a scandalous affair with a stripper, plans marriage with her after getting her pregnant.

he winked. Cillian blinked, grasping instantly. “You better not bring a girl in here.” “A girl is already here,” Syl responded stepping away for two strippers. “Fu*k!” Cillian cursed under his breath. Before he could react the show began. One up the pole, the other down. Their mimes were beautiful. It was arousing too. Cillian smiled. The night was getting better. “You’re so fine,” one of the strippers whispered during a lap dance. “Can we meet after this?”

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.

His name is Liam Thompson a billionaire business tycoon,the CEO of Thomp company which was popular in construction in the day while he was a mafia don in the night. Meanwhile in a closed room,many young girls were being dressed up as they were getting ready to strip for the men.These were young girls of 20 years who were trained specially for this day which was known as pick your virgin day.it was done once in every year and many prestigious sex starved men didn't fail to come. There were murmurs and cheers from the men as the first stripper introduced herself on the stage while moving her body in a seductive way.the cheers became louder when she held the pole and began to strip.

They love the attention they get from wealthy men and women, they love the sex and most importantly, they love the money. Now don't get me wrong, not all of us are as promiscuous as the others and I'm one of such people. As I said, I am a stripper but I don't go around sleeping with all of my clients. I just dance for them and take their money. Unfortunately, some of the girls I work with that strip also entertain and it caused me a few problems when I first started stripping because a lot of men were disrespectful and treated me like a whore. It took a little while but Cookie set those guys straight and as I grew in the business, men knew to keep their dicks to themselves if I didn't ask fo

I gasped between giggles. Red wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “It wasn’t really awkward. Like I said earlier, I strip for everyone, not just the men. And those ladies… they are mostly wild. Doing all kinds of things to our bodies…” I raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “With that kind of body, who wouldn’t get carried away?” Red giggled and struck a playful pose. “We always have to stay in shape so we don’t lose our income. As a stripper, your body is your greatest asset.”

But this is one hell of a cliché believe me, because no one's sweeping me off my feet. I’m not a saint. Neither am I a sinner. I'm in between, you know. Cause stripping requires you being a total bad bitch. You couldn't survive if you play this game like an amateur. Oh yeah, I’m a stripper. Shocker! Told you I wasn't a saint. And, my stripping name’s Energia Rossa.