I Fell In Love With A Striper Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of genuine shock and sudden, intense suspicion. I hadn't told him my name. I hadn't even seen his face clearly enough to determine if he was a club regular or just a very lost patron. To him, I should have been just another nameless dancer lost in the shadows. Right? Unless, of course, Damien’s stupidity had reached legendary levels and he’d plastered my name all over the Obsidian Whale website for the entire world to see. He sees me as a pathetic loser, doesn't he? Just some poor, helpless Omega stripper from the Hollows, dancing through the night just to survive. That’s the vibe I’m giving off, right?

Valeria POV It’s been around 30 minutes since I got here, and I have been having fun sitting by myself. When I get to any club, I like to look around and observe my environment before jumping into anything. The male strippers are sexy alright, exactly what I needed. I just sat by the corner, ignoring all the men who were approaching me. My focus is on the strippers, and even though I admire them, I feel no urge to do anything with that. Am I really about to let my pride down for some strippers? Engage myself in a one-night stand. It’s not something I would do, and I don’t see myself doing it. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. This is pathetic.

Sometimes I wake up sweating, my heart racing as though I have been touched for the first time. I tell myself it must be Liam. Maybe my subconscious already knows him. Or maybe it isn’t him at all. But that question doesn’t stop the heat from spreading through my chest when I think of those dreams. Oh, and one more thing: last night, in a haze of alcohol and rebellion, I kissed a stranger. My first kiss. Stolen from me? No. I gave it willingly, recklessly, maybe desperately. And I liked it. she yawned and rubbed her temples, the dull throb of a hangover pulsing through her skull. Her head ached, her eyes stung, and even the thought of standing made her groan.

My pussy was swollen and aching to be fucked. For a moment I thought about going to Zane’s place. But he was too far, and the last time we spoke he sounded tired. I could not drag him into my mess tonight. I stepped out of the stall and moved to the mirror. I stared at my reflection for a long moment. My cheeks were flushed. My eyes looked glassy with lust. I pushed back the strands of hair falling across my face and washed my hands. How do these strippers do it? Red has been working here for a long time and she moves like it is nothing. But me? I have only been here for one night and I already feel like my pussy is going to explode if I do not get fucked soon.

“I want you to meet my parents. And it’s my mother’s birthday—” “I thought we’re going—” “In a date?” he cut in. “Of course, we were, once we get there and I want you to see my business.” Andrius never fails to amuse her and to throw surprises. And what did she do in her past life that she deserves this kind of love from him? Guess, being his stripper once in the Peregrine club was their path to each other. And she will never forget how she slapped his handsome face. “Of course, I’d love to,” she replied.

"Why? Can't I love because am a stripper? I just want to love you and be loved back is that too hard to wish for?" She yelled. Why was sge being like this all of a sudden? The thought of him being the guy that touched her that night was really driving hee crazy. He looked at her quietly and sigh. "You are f**king annoying." he muttered under his breath. "Hate is a strong word so I don't hate you, I dislike your job and not you." he said with a shrug and sat down on the couch.

I stood there, eyes widen, heart pounding, waiting. ‎ ‎" strip" he said in a commanding tone. ‎ ‎I obeyed, shirt first and everything else on the floor, each pieces felt like we are doing something wrong, he just got married, but the acholo said other wise. I stood there naked and his eyes scan through my body, like his exploring a dangerous place. ‎ ‎He didn't rush. ‎ ‎He took his time under dressing his self, rolling up his sheeves higher first, then removing his shirt, revealing his perfect chest.

She paid my dad to kill Alex, my husband. I wasn't even the target. To make things worse, she inseminated herself to have his baby. How sick is this bitch. " Your rush must have come from your Stripping right?" she said taking me out of Alex's thoughts. " What?" " Your Stripping days was a rush?" she asked. " Yes it was" " Why did you stop?" " Alex asked me to, I would have done anything for that man," I said looking out of the window. " Do you miss it?" she asked.

Nick, furious and shamed, lunged forward. "Have you had enough?" he snarled, snatching the tape from Maisie. His eyes were hard. He layered tape over tape, sealing the crack more tightly than she had. Looking at his face—familiar but alien—I felt my limbs go slack. My breathing thinned to near nothing. Scenes I couldn't control flickered through my mind. In college, he'd been penniless and sick from irregular meals; I cooked him nutritious meals without fail, day after day, patching his body back together.

“But I like that. Girls with bodies like yours usually—” “Usually what? Have to carry pepper spray and a restraining order just to go out and buy cereal?” I stepped forward, forcing him to either move or get run over. He chose moving. Smartest decision he’d made all day. “Go home, Tyler. Or wherever it is guys like you go to practice sounding like a walking red flag.” I shut the door in his face before he could answer. Then I locked it. Twice. Behind me, a slow clap started. “Ten out of ten,” Nyx , my best friend said from the couch, not even looking up from her phone. “I especially loved the condom line. Very ‘I hate men but I’ll still narrate their downfall with surgical precision.’”