Malaya Stripper Novels & Stories

Now let's get you sexy," Nicole said and smile. Sara wondered if she was doing the right thing. A stripper? Isn't that more like a prostitute? The name stripper is just a cover-up both strippers and prostitutes are the same. She couldn't imagine herself dancing on the pole in front of some bunch of men. They got inside the cosmetic shop and Nicole pushed her inside a room, there were a lot of girls there ready to attend to Sara. "We will get started now Miss.," they said and made towards Sara. After all the body washes with a strawberry scent. Sara was lead to the makeup department, after the makeup she stood before the mirror staring at herself. She couldn't believe that she was staring at

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.

He added, making a gesture as he pointed to my lingerie. He pulled me closer and held my face in his palm as he brought his lips closer to mine, the thought of having to kiss a completely old stranger made me retch and I had almost puked all over him, controlling myself, I pulled away from his touch and I could see the angry look in his eyes. “You’re not paying me to kiss or sleep with you, I get paid to strip, I’m a stripper and not a slut!” I said firmly, trying to stand up but I felt a pull on my hand that made me sit back down at once.

I just finished my task and about to go home since I still have classes tomorrow. As I walked in the pavement, refusing to ride the taxi due to the expensive fare, I had decided to just walk a kilometer instead to reach the nearest bus stop that would lead me to the street where I live with my mother and little brother, I gave a thought about my life. Kiara Stones, 22 years old and an architecture student of Himalaya University, a quiet and timid person during day, but a very different person during the night. And yes, I am a stripper at Desire Night Club. Yes I dance and strip but not totally to the point that I am totally naked. I and the other girls wear seductive and revealing dresses an

I then made my way out of the changing room. The dark lights and the screaming from the audience filled the room, but I didn't let that get to me as I began to strip. The lustful eyes of customers at the club that night did nothing to help. They threw money and whistled in my direction. One thing about stripping at Sin City is that customers are not allowed to take pictures or videos of the strippers while they strip. If you're caught, the perpetrators are made to pay heavily for it. After my session, I was on my way to the changing room when one of the men walked towards me. "What is it?" Oskar asked, and that stood at my side.

It was something I never thought I would hear in my life, especially not here right now with a loving husband or whatever Alex was to me. This man had called me by my stripper name. His name was Malcolm, one of the customers that had taken a liking for me, and I had tried to use that to my advantage. He would always spray me with more money, shout the loudest praise, and always try to get me over for the night. And I wasn't going to lie; I have been tempted so many times by his money that I considered spending a night with him. It wasn’t like I was even a virgin then.

Taylor's P.O.V Being a 17 year old girl with a body similar to Nickis' minus, the plastic surgery has its good points and its bad points. This is one of the bad points. Apparently, my best friend Malia thinks that I'm equipped enough to become a stripper. When I told her that I wanted a part-time summer job, she said that there was a job that I would quote on quote die for... pssshhh.....as if I'd agree. I instantly declined, and for the past hour, I've been listening to her preach about how gifted I am and how my body could instantly turn a gay guy straight in the blink of an eye. I unknowingly fell asleep a couple minutes after she started talking, and now I have to listen to her preaching

I watch him walk towards the drawer and pull it open, removing something from inside. My jaw drops, is that what I think it is? “Of course, wifey” he glances at me before returning his attention to the device, “it is what you think it is, my love” “How did you… “Strip” he orders again. This time his voice is more hoarse and more commanding. “Now, baby” I run my tongue over my lower lips before standing up, his eyes remain on me as I pull down my panties, standing naked in front of him. Malachi’s eyes travel over me and he groans loudly,

"The stripper was named Charity, but her real name is Myra, and the girl I spent the night with, Felicia was actually called Maddy. Her full name is Madeleine." "And you didn't know?" "Not a fucking clue," Mark replied. "I just went on vacation, got lap dances from two strippers, spent the night with a hot chick I met at a water park and now I find out three years later that...." His voice trailed off. "Okay," Jasmine said after a moments thought. "Alright, I appreciate you trusting me with this Mark." She shook her head as she thought about it, her eyes distant. "Talk about bad fucking luck."