I Fell In Love With A Striper Novels & Stories

Nate asked and Oliver gave him a confused look. “Will things change if I tell you, I love you right now?” Oliver asked with a smile. “Who knows, if I also love you” Nate replied and Oliver burst into laughter. “That’s not possible, let’s talk about something else” Oliver replied. “Why is it not possible? Am I not entitled to love or be love?” Nate frowned and Oliver chuckled. “I never said that, you are a stripper I believe you don’t add feelings to your work, you’re too professional to fall in love with your client” she replied and he scoffed.

I wanted to slap that stupid look on his face like he didn’t expect me to behave this way. “Babe you’re overreacting.” “Overreacting? REALLY? I have been here for a month and I don’t know anything. I know your favorite color, your favorite holiday, and your favorite food. But all you do is keep secrets from me like it’s going to make me run away or something. Haven’t I shown you enough love and care to know that is not me? Apparently not. Hell, you are still ashamed of me because I am not a fighter or some princess. I am just a fucking stripper who gets naked for men right? A slut, that’s what you called me.” Gasps were heard from my sudden outburst.

She smiled, and that sent a shiver down my body. "What the hell!" I mumbled and looked away immediately. To distract myself, I grabbed a cup and then signaled to my friend sitting next to me to pass me the bottle of vodka. "It is a Billionaire Vodka" I'm sure a cup would erase the thought of this sexy striper right away. Did I just say sexy? Hilarious. I buried my eyes in my phone as I gently sipped my alcohol. I was determined not to look at the stripper again. That was deceit. My friends suddenly cheered, and before I knew what was happening, my eyes were already glued to the striper's sexy body.

I set the ketchup bottle back on the table and walked out of the room instantly. I went back to the party, and it was still bubbling as expected. They were still rocking with the strippers. I was still sitting down at a corner, watching them, when I caught a man dancing and rocking Veda. I would have turned my eyes away if that was the only thing happening, but it wasn't. The stripper had on the tiniest piece of material barely covering his rock-hard cock. He was rocking her till the point of them kissing. They were busy kissing like she wasn't about to get married to Calder tomorrow. The anger brewing inside of me made it worse.

Jay's eyes were fixed on me, his gaze hot, unwavering, and filled with affection. With this man, I felt like I could be an ape, and he would still find me pretty. He would love me just the way I am, and would make me feel like this most important person in the universe. That was how much he loved me. I turned my back to him and swung my arse. I'd only done this once, and it was in front of my mirror. However, I'd seen movies where male strippers danced for the money, and I was hoping to replicate their moves.

The attraction and the feelings are undeniable. That night at the hotel, when she was almost naked beneath me, I knew there was something familiar about her body. The night at the club, the way she danced, and that scent of her perfume, I knew something didn’t add up. But when she said the perfume belonged to her friend, and remembering how that friend danced that night, I convinced myself it must have been her friend. Finding out that Loretta is the stripper from the club, my obsession, is something I never saw coming.

For me to keep myself going this far on my own was an accomplishment to me, no matter how I did it. As the taxi rolled up to the strip club, I saw the neon signs loud and clear. Delight’s Strip Club, the signage said, along with the image of a woman in lingerie. After laying the disgruntled driver my fare, I quickly exited the cab and rushed towards the back door, passing by the dimly lit entrance which had a short queue of about four or five men waiting for the bouncers to search their bodies. I spotted the platinum blonde hair of my boyfriend though, as he searched the body of one of the men. As if I had called his name, Charlie raised his head and spotted me. Our eyes met and I felt warmt

he explained. "She must have been startled and it's been awkward between us. I'm such an idiot! But it's not really my fault. She was too beautiful, attractive and charming. It's so hard to resist her especially when she's wearing a gentle rose lipstick" I said while signing the documents on my table. "So you kissed her right?" he asked as he helped me sort out some papers. I glanced at him instantly and kept mute for a while then stared at nothing in particular "I can't fall in love with a woman. Especially not with a woman like her who was a stripper," I said.

I whispered, shaking my head, “I didn’t take this picture myself, I was turning back to the camera so obviously this picture didn’t come from me. And I don’t even know who took it.” Sloane looked at me, really looked. For the first time, her tone wasn’t icy, it wasn’t calculating. It was human. “So you admitted that it was you? Okay fine, who hit you? I mean who gave you all this injury?” I raised my hand then I took a step back to the window. “I think it’s better if we keep my private life out of all this mess.” Sloane scoffed. “Miss Tessa, you are now the fake girlfriend of a famous football striker. So you have to put up with things like this.”

he sighed and straightened back up “could have seen me after you got all diseased. I’d love to punch you in the mouth right now.” “I was kind of crippled” I replied “my back was broken.” “Sob stories bore me” Stripes rolled his eyes at me then picked his basket back up to walk back down the path with me “you were always weak. Ever since day one.” I didn’t say anything. I walked beside Stripes, who peered over at the people filming me. He flipped his middle finger at them with a laugh and kept walking. “I’d be disappointed if I were them. You didn’t kill me. That would have made for some great video. Did you hear them all shit themselves when you ran at me? Pussies.”