Forced To Strip Stories Novels & Stories

“I needed access, Char. Real access. The kind you don’t get from sipping cocktails in the VIP lounge. I tried for bartender. Bottle girl. Nothing. This was the only door open—and I took it.” Charlie practically yelled, ‘You can’t even dance, Maeve!’ I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall. “I’m not trying to win So You Think You Can Strip. I’m trying to survive long enough to get a story.” ‘A story,’ she repeated, like the word had personally offended her. ‘You risked your life, your safety—hell, your dignity—for a story?’

I was so disgusted with myself because I'd betrayed Haley by letting him inside me like that, for letting him give me an orgasm even if it was just a dream. I hated myself for it. Hated him more. "When I started stripping," I muttered, mostly to keep my pulse from breaking through my ribs, "I thought the worst part would be the nudity, you know. Being up there with my tits out while strangers eye fuck me. Letting their sweaty hands ‘accidentally’ graze my skin. Letting them shove sweat-slick bills down my thong damp with God-knows-what." Olek’s eyebrow twitched. "That’s a picture I didn’t really need."

The two struggled against each other, neither willing to let go. The last straw finally broke the camel’s back. Elowen knew that if she did not fight back, her life would be ruined. Once the video of her being stripped naked was leaked, she would be bullied until she died. If death was inevitable anyway, she refused to let the vicious people in front of her continue living carefree lives.

and Barbie nodded, appreciating the wisdom in her words. "Will you join me for my job?" Cassie inquired, but Barbie gently pushed her away, replying, "Nope, I'm in the market for another job." Cassie wore a puzzled expression. "I thought you were fine with it," she said, her brow furrowed. "Sure, but being a stripper isn't my thing," Barbie retorted with a scoff. Trying to persuade her, Cassie stood up, saying, "Finding a job for you won't be a walk in the park, and besides, the pay for this stripping gig is pretty sweet." Barbie, maintaining her stance, reassured her friend, "Don't stress, Cassie. I'll find a job, promise."

Lizette’s P.O.V. “Strip!” That lady’s order resonated in the hall as I stared at her wide-eyed, startled by the absurdity of her demand. Why should I remove my clothes for measurements? Couldn’t they measure my size with them? I turned to see Jane for my support, but she shuddered. “It’s compulsory, Your Highness! Every woman needs to do it.” Although it was embarrassing to strip in front of a stranger, I decided to do it for my mate.

My body is shaking because I can’t control myself from giving up, my knees are trembling. “Ugh…w-what d-did you do to me?!” I stuttered when I ask him that, “But we are just starting so don’t close your eyes baby, look into my eyes while I f*cked you so hard!” he demanded as he tore all of my dress and I am now completely naked in front of him.

Rita yelled, as she grabbed Sasha and they began to struggle with her. "No please.... No..." Sasha continued to begged. "Girls. Go on and strip her!" The girls came at once on Sasha, holding her in place as they began to strip her. Sasha fought so hard, yelling and crying but they still got what they wanted. They successfully stripped off her shirt. They were laughing at her when the door suddenly opens and Zain showed up. Sasha felt mortified as she hastily put on her hands to cover her chest. She crouched down to the floor and buried her face in her knees and continued sobbing.

Of images he had tried to forget but failed. Usually, nights at the strip club sent them running for a while, but now that the source had gathered the courage to come to the city he had made name for himself after she had abandoned him, they had become worse, untamed by hours of sex and masochistic acts he had engaged in.

Strip. The cold clawed at her resolve. She hated him—hated the rejection, the pain, the way his touch still ignited her—but freezing to death wasn't an option. With a snarl, she shrugged off the shirt and peeled her leathers down, the material sticking to her sweat-damp skin. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hardening instantly in the icy air. Torin stripped next, his pants hitting the ground with a soft thud, his cock springing out, thick and heavy even in the chill.

I asked at last. “Because you hid something from me, and also you let something that wasn’t worth it stress you. People would threaten you all the time, even if I was never in the picture, but at least fight with only worthy competitors.” He rasped into my hair, still holding me tight. “What do you mean?” I asked, “Why did you ask me to strip?” I wanted to know. I knew it wasn’t for sexual purposes. I whimpered in protest when Alexandro let me go to pick up the pictures on the floor, then he pushed it into my hands. “Look at it.”