Cowboy Stripper Novels & Stories

The ladies cheered and threw confetti on them while Tessa laughed her lungs out. “Give him some dollar bills, Tessa. Put a few in his boxers!” Celia urged. The male stripper ripped off his pants and remained in blue tight boxers. He rolled his hips and moved closer to Tessa, showing her his six-pack up close. Tessa couldn’t deny that he was good-looking and had a great body. But he couldn’t be compared to her man. However, since they were having fun, she put a few dollars in the band of the strippers’ boxers and the ladies cheered.

Hoping to seduce him, she sat on his lap but Lucas softly rejected her advances. "Your mind seems to be elsewhere," she whispered, running her hand through his hair and attempting to unbutton his shirt. His lack of response frustrated her. "Why did you request a private session then, if you're not interested?" the stripper asked, growing more and more agitated. But Lucas remained silent, prompting her to threaten to leave. Yet, he grabbed her hands and stopped her from leaving. "What's your name?" he asked, holding onto her hand. The stripper sighed. "And what difference does my name make? You don't want me," she replied.

She could feel their sticks touching her jeans, but it didn’t even excite her. Crossing her arms over her chest, both men left Jada and danced around, causing the rest of the girls to start screaming. On her way back to the couch, Bambi holds his hand up. He’s asking her to stay where she is, so she does. Seconds after, another stripper showed up, wearing boxer briefs. The stripper has a mask covering his face, but his shining, shimmering abs are exposed. Jada couldn’t take her eyes off them. She can see him grinning as he approaches her.

There were more cock-sucking cowboys on the table too. The poker was to be strip poker, where everyone had to ante up with a piece of clothing. Jen chose her shoes. She lost that hand, so she had to pay with her shirt next. She lost again. Next hand came her skirt, which she also lost. My heart was thumping to see what would happen next. She would no more sit semi-naked at the table with me than fly to the moon. But sure enough, the bra came off, and another hand was played and lost. There was an audible gasp as her bra fell away from her tits.

But she could never make him feel what Devyn did when she swayed her hips. Then she undid the lace in front of her top, and her gorgeous tits spilled out for every salivating asshole in the club. This pissed him off for reasons he could not explain. She was a stripper; it required her to strip naked, but Kieran didn’t want anyone to see her like this. It pissed him off.

He nods and smiles as he starts mixing the drink. " You're American, huh?" He asks. I shrug. " So what is a beautiful girl doing here? You're here with someone?" " I'm alone tonight." I roll my eyes at his far used pick up line. I've heard that line too many times. I look at the podium and a stripper is on the pole. Dancing and entertaining these horny men. Well dressed men who look like they're working in wall street, stare at the stripper as she twists round and round the pole. I huff. My eyes scan the stripper and she looks awkwardly familiar. Her red bob wig compliments her red lingerie or whatever thing strippers called what they wear.

Especially the protecting part. “Stripper! Cooool” She said looking at me as if she was going to perform. ***Allegra's pov*** I put on my disguise, every sick F*cks dream. Blonde curly wig, short plaid skirt, knee high boots, and a tied up button up revealing my toned stomach. I looked in the mirror, and fixed my smokey eye. I nodded, approving of my stripper look. I was trained since birth to be a Femme Fatale.

It wasn’t news that most of the Dons in Algreen Cove owned midnight clubs or exclusive bars which was really just a front to clean illegal money. As we walked toward the door, I noticed one of the strippers standing by the entrance. She was dressed in barely-there lingerie, her body on full display, with thigh-high boots and a sly, seductive smile. Her body gyrating to the beat of the music that was coming from within. Her gaze flicked to Dante and her body language slowly shifted from welcoming to a ‘come fuck me now’ gaze, it was dark so I couldn’t really decipher the look on Dante’s face but I didn’t want to care but at least I expected him to me that respect of being his wife. But when t

One stripper lifts my chair from the floor and I can’t help but let out a very girly scream while the girls throw money at them. Layla claps as the other stripper lifts Caroline from the floor and she wraps her legs around his waist. Then he puts her on the floor and he starts moving on top of her as if he was fucking her. Oh my God, this is absolutely insane. The Strippers clothes start flying everywhere, the one dancing on top of me now grabs my hand and places it on his stomach, slowly moving it down, but I pull it away before it touches his personal bits. Sophia brings more champagne while the guys dance in the middle of us. They are only wearing a thing and I have to say they are exquis