Cowboy Stripper Novels & Stories

The person who knocked didn't wait for an answer before pushing the door open. The ladies and guys cheered excitedly as the stripper trouped inside, dancing erotically. The male strippers rounded the couch where the ladies were sitting. One knelt between Abby's lap, held her hips, and whined his waist on her body. Lena laughed and clapped her hands in amusement. She knew Abby wouldn't let him continue that way, and Abby didn't prove her wrong. She switched spots and wrapped her arm around the guy's neck then twerked on his body.

Chapter 2 Aziel was so much engrossed in the thoughts of Jia that he could not control himself and walked to the main counter, where there was the desk lady. He looked at the girl there and told her, "I want that stripper tonight!" As he lit his cigarette and blew smoke directly into her face, he stated. "You mean Jia?" The desk lady asked him hesitantly. "Oh, that's her name?” He raised his brows and continued, “then yes, that's exactly who I want!" Aziel said.

” I answered. Again, Massimo turned to eye me, he looked at my boobs for a long time then with a dismissive shrug said; “well, those boobs say otherwise, they’re too enormous to pass through those small spaces.” Ouch, true though! “You’re forgetting that I am a stripper!… Was a stripper and things like this are easy to do for me!” I spat in annoyance. “I can control and contort my body better than you can to your buffed-up thick walls of muscle!” I snarled.

She spat out. The words strolled out of her mouth like it was just another normal word, like a waitress, doctor, or nurse. "Strip dancing?!" I had to repeat it, I had to be sure. She rolled her eyes so hard, I thought it ached her. "Yes, Jojo Wyatt. Stripping. It's basically dancing on a pole. You need the money; so don't you dare say no." She left out the part where I would be dancing, without clothes! This wasn't ballet, this was next-grade whore activities.

Angel laughs and when I lean over, I see a tall dude with huge arms, a tiny leather vest and a cowboy hat, "You're so stupid." "Am not. Who's better for a one night stand than a stripper? He knows things," Eros says and leans over the rails as if he wants to look at the stripper some more. I want to push him. "What about that one?" Brody says and points at a guy who's walking from the bar with shot glasses. He's black and taller than most, and he's also shirtless. And possibly the most attractive guy in this whole place. I growl and look at my cousin to shut him the fuck up, "What?"

"What's wrong?" "Have you seen the news?" He sounds stressed. "Someone leaked that you were at Crimson Lounge. There are photos of you going in, coming out with a split lip. The press is having a field day speculating about what happened." I pull up the news on my computer and sure enough, there I am on three different gossip sites. "Troubled CEO Derek Cross Frequents Strip Club" reads one headline. Another says "Cross Enterprises Boss Caught in Seedy Nightclub Brawl."

I quickly corrected. A smile appeared on her face. "You were nice, crazy, but fun to be with," she said. "You have a very big heart, but you love money too much, so you scam people." I stared at her. "I thought I am a stripper," I said. "You remember that?" she shouted. Her reaction startled me. "It means your memory is not completely lost," she said excitedly. I quickly shook my head. "No, you mentioned it when we first met," I lied, hoping she would believe me.

“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."

I don't think Ry could take coming up empty again. The music shifts and the crowd goes wild, begging the dark-haired woman in red to stay on stage. U + Ur hand by pink starts playing instead and I catch a bright smile as she stripper spins. Her red painted lips move along to the lyrics as she lets loose. She gradually lowers herself into a crouch in front of our table. Falling to her knees, she skims her fingers up her thighs, over stomach and above her head. Flipping her hair in a circle her knees slide apart and she places her hands on the ground and leans forward giving our table an eyeful of her chest. One of the pups jumps forward and tuckes a dollar bill into the strap of her bra. She

Kiara told the bartender. “Be gentle with her, Sir, most probably it is her first.” The bartender reminded Phoenix when he started to take her away from the area. “That’s Phoenix Van Ramirez.” A man on the nearby couch said, recognizing him and K, the sought stripper in the club, sought due to her evident purity. “He can have whoever he wants.” Another man added. “Da-mn it, he even got the chance to have her.” “Yeah lucky bas-tard indeed.”