Malaya Stripper の小説・ストーリー

Just as I said, I pulled into the gas station, waited for them to be out of sight and then turned around and headed back to the strip club. When I got back there, Whisper was sitting on one of the couches out in the front lobby, talking to another stripper that also got me hot when she performed. She was chunky but gorgeous. She had long dark hair, D-size tits and a nice pussy. She wore a tank top when she performed and didn’t take it off; she would just pull down to expose her tits. I guess she was self-conscious about her gut, but I still thought she was the second-sexiest stripper in the joint. I remembered her name was Nina when they announced it over the speaker hours earlier when she p

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

I gasped between giggles. Red wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “It wasn’t really awkward. Like I said earlier, I strip for everyone, not just the men. And those ladies… they are mostly wild. Doing all kinds of things to our bodies…” I raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “With that kind of body, who wouldn’t get carried away?” Red giggled and struck a playful pose. “We always have to stay in shape so we don’t lose our income. As a stripper, your body is your greatest asset.”

I saw his eyes roam all over my curves like I was some fresh orange he was planning to buy from the market. "You will work as a stripper for me in my club." "S... Sir?" I'd already done dirty work in Italy. I got to America hoping that I'd get an honest job this time around. "You heard me right. I can help you, but only if you become a stripper in my club. If you don't want it, you'll stay here in the streets. If you want help, follow me", he said and turned to leave. I should've learned my lesson by now, but it was either this or getting raped again.

"My name's Philip, P.H.I.L.I.P, can you call me that?" "Geez, okay, Philip, can I talk now?" He arched an eyebrow and the younger sighed nodding. "So, I have a doubt" "Go ahead, I have to go home" He said impatiently. "You're a stripper, right? The goddamn know stripper Philip, the one who works at the most famous nightclub and the boy everyone wants to fuck with... Hm, who's virgin, how ironic" Mikhail Winters said with sarcasm dripping from his mouth "Philip James, the untainted stripper, right?"

His name is Liam Thompson a billionaire business tycoon,the CEO of Thomp company which was popular in construction in the day while he was a mafia don in the night. Meanwhile in a closed room,many young girls were being dressed up as they were getting ready to strip for the men.These were young girls of 20 years who were trained specially for this day which was known as pick your virgin day.it was done once in every year and many prestigious sex starved men didn't fail to come. There were murmurs and cheers from the men as the first stripper introduced herself on the stage while moving her body in a seductive way.the cheers became louder when she held the pole and began to strip.

Rolling her eyes, Hazel pushed herself off the chair and started walking out of the cafe they were currently sitting in to talk everything through. Jack's warning was ringing in her ears, making her feel dizzy. Who was he to warn her like this? He did not have that kind of authority. She needed to tell him. She needed to ask him to restrict Jack from talking like this to her. Marching through the streets, she mentally prepared herself for her first show tonight as a stripper at Dream Club. A VIP place where many confidential meetings of big Corporations were held.

"Her name reminds me of a stripper's name" "She is a stripper" "How do you know?" Jacob asked "She admitted it when Jennifer called her a wannabe stripper" Malik replied. "And she said that if we must wanna know so bad she is a stripper. And that she make more money all of us" "Make money more than who?" Jacob asked as Malik shrugged his shoulders "I have no clue because the last time I've checked. All of us have a great job" Malik replied as Jacob shook his head "Jamaican women are something. Not all of them but I know that there's some with a nasty personality like that"

SHERA After locking the door behind me, I was set to ruin Leila's life in this mansion, hopefully she doesn't come back before I'm done. I need to hurry up. I quickly took off my short gown and walked slowly towards the male stripper I ordered. His eyes were fixated on me, like a hungry lion who had just seen it's prey. "Pull out the condom and wear it" I ordered the stripper and he did as told. I laid on the bed butt ass naked waiting to be pounded by this huge mysterious stranger. He pulled off his wears, leaving nothing to shade his impeccable huge muscles and massive stallion.