Malaya Stripper Novels & Stories

Gary looked puzzled, unable to read the expression on her face. Clare unzipped the black silk dress, slipped it down over her shoulders and wriggled it over her hips. She stepped out of it then threw it on to one of the sofas. She was naked now but for her black lace bra. She saw Liza’s eyes looking at her body, and Malcolm doing the same, his head peering around the brunette. Slowly she reached behin her back with both hands and unhooked the clip of the bra. Then, like an expert stripper, she used one hand to hold the cups against her breasts while the other slipped the thin shoulder straps over her arms.

Before she could sputter a protest, the stripper had them over her head and tossed them on the floor. “If you’ll point me to a bathroom, I can undress—” Alyssa ignored her and plucked at the front clasp of her lacy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone…and Morgan stood nude from the waist up before a total stranger. Alyssa studied Morgan’s breasts, lifting one in her hand to test its weight. “We can work with these.” Morgan tensed, resisting the urge to cover herself like a self-conscious seventh grader in a locker room. “What are you doing?”

She narrowed her eyes as she came into view. The whole club erupted with cheers as they stared at the angel before them. Indeed, this was the special package Ms Amy had told them about. Jasmine couldn't bring herself to stare at the peering eyes gazing at her but when she finally did, she could see lust in them. Tears welled up in her eyes. She feels dirty. She moved to Ms Amy.... "C'mon" She read her lips. She was urging her. She suddenly recalled how her mom taught her to be a through woman... To save her body that pride. But now, she's a Stripper,, A f*cking Stripper. Her mom would be disappointed.

YOURS. She hastily changed into the white cotton sweater and black silk shorts she sometimes wore to bed. She threw her hair up into a messy bun, quickly brushed her teeth and splashed cool water on her face. Walking back into her bedroom, she stopped in the doorway, the sight before her causing her to stop dead in her tracks. The rippling muscles of Mal’s back stretched and flexed as he took off his shirt. Claire could only stare at the magnificent specimen stripping in her bedroom. He slowly undid his trousers, pulling them over his backside, along with his boxer briefs. Claire couldn’t look away.

That I couldn't get paid anywhere else. There I stood rubbing my ass up and down the pole stripping from my firewoman playout fit. Tonight was " acting night" and every stripper had to play the role of a naughty girl at work. I was wearing a very short blue and yellow skirt that exposed my blue thong and my shirt was bright red for fire it barely covered my huge breasts. I slowly unbuttoned each button and then I bent down opening my legs widely to the crowd. They all screamed as they saw my pussy half exposed, They love it.

Mak laughed as he proudly spoke like he was the mastermind for all that was to happen After about ten minutes when the door was opened again, Mahira was stupefied with the sight within, there was a complete reversal in the ambience of the room. The strippers were now completely dressed and the men were all dressed in skimpy stripper like outfits, they were up on the table and were waiting for Steven to give orders. Soon the men, including Navin who was dressed in a long silk skirt with long slits and a corset , bold red lipstick and chunky blue eyeshadows broke into sultry moves like a professional stripper.

I think someone just fainted from this intense porn with clothes on show. He yanked the ripped fabric off his body to reveal the glistening, perfectly oiled and massaged muscles lining every inch of his torso. Ashley gasped, “Forget it, Leila. Let him tend to me, instead.” I grabbed the one of the many money guns littered around us and shot her a look. “You wanted me to have fun? Sit the fuck down and let me have it.” Feeling immensely satisfied with the look on her face and the laughter of the other girls, I turned back to the stripper who was already fucking doing so real sexy moves right in front of me.

I said as I handed her the cloth to clean the water on the floor. “I understand, but why would you ever choose to be a stripper? Do you know what does that job do?!” she said and started wiping the floor using her feet. “Strippers use and sell their body for money, you’ll dance in front of the stage while stripping in front of those dirty thirsty perverted guys,” she said and look at me.

Lily's POV My heels clicked reluctantly on the ground as I walked towards the private section of the club. As I passed by, I heard catcalls and lewd remarks from men about my semi nude body that made my skin crawl. This was a part of my job that hard to get used to, I felt so naked in front of all these men and their eyes raped me without consent… Well I guess, I was automatically consenting given my job as a stripper. I preferred my day job as a bartender more, they were less jerks and I didn't have to wear revealing clothing. But as a single mother caring for a five year old son diagnosed with down syndrome, I need the double income so I was willing to do anything.

"I'll cooperate. Just don't hurt her." Malcolm's smile widened, triumphant. "Good girl," he murmured. "Now, remove your clothing. Slowly. Let them all see what a willing little whore you are." Vivian felt a wave of nausea wash over her. This was exactly what Malcolm wanted, to strip them bare, to make them vulnerable, to break their spirits completely. But fighting back would only escalate the situation, and she couldn't bear to see Tasha or Kachi hurt any more than they already had been.