Malaya Stripper Novels & Stories

Malena snorted. "Hey, I didn't know we'd be playing strip poker today. I was ready for a day at the park." She sat crosslegged like Malena and it became apparent to those who looked that Ricki had what could only be called a 'fat pussy,' prominent lips pushing against the fabric of her pink spandex underwear. No one else said anything so I kept my mouth shut. Cards. I had two pair off the hop and new I was safe again. Somehow Alanna managed to sneak another single pair by, remaining fully dressed, while Ricki and Malena both flopped with nothing.

The stripper was looking at her like she had something against her. "Who are you?" Mia asked. The stripper burst into loud laughter, slapping her hands together. After some time her laughter completely seized before she gave Mia a dirty look. "Oh, so because you stopped stripping and prostituting you've completely forgotten about me huh?, You've forgotten how you stole my man from me you, skinny bitch" " What the fuck did you just say?". Now Amelia was having none of it again after the woman said that Mia was a prostitute. "You think that everyone is like you?" She asked as she came to a stand in front of the stripper.

all of the people there, including the strippers and the guests shouted in excitement and for a second, Blair was stunned. Today is her birthday? "What day it is?" she asked Sierra and she replied, "28th of November, boss.'' She smiled as the stripper offered her a hand and the girls hooted, she put her hand on his and he pulled her in the dancefloor. One by one, the strippers performed some moves with her and twirled her to the next stripper. The last stripper, with a slight push, removed her dress and by now, the very own Cliterella was in her bra and panty.

Resting my chin on Gianna's shoulder, I pick up the glass and take a sip. "Daniel, I need your help." Gianna crosses her arms on the table and leans on them, "Male strippers are coming to audition for our online shows, so can you help Lily and Tanya with them?" "I don't swing that side, G." He chuckles. "I am a hotblooded male born to bless females exclusively." Gianna makes a face looking disgusted, while the bastard laughs loudly. "Male strippers?" I ask, tilting my head to her. "Since when do we have started hiring male strippers?"

Miss M tried to make him understand, as she knew Kate might not agree. "I don't care! I am the VVIP customer here, and I want her. That's it!" "Sorry sir, I am unable to do this for you, but I can get you someone else!" Miss M said and called a few girls for him, but he was not willing to take any one of them; all he wanted was that stripper! He was itching for her and craving for her. "Just you wait, Jia, I am going to make you scream my name in bed until you lose your voice!"

"It's just something that I do for fun. There's not that much about it." "That's too clean for something that you do just for fun and besides, who are you doing it for? I've never met a stripper who just strips for herself." "Well, I'm not a stripper." "Yeah, you're not," she shook her head dramatically, "you're just a girl who strips." "Come on Tana, don't be so dramatic." "I'm not so dramatic, I'm just here spitting facts." "You're impossible." "I'm just factual." Oh God!

With each adjustment, her knees made a small pop. Jacob squatted beside her. "She's very lifelike, don't you think?" "Very." Malcolm eyed the curly hair, trimmed in a narrow, stripper style, between the false female's legs. "Apparently she's a dyed blond." "Look." With a grin, Jacob nudged her legs apart. "She comes fully equipped. Sweet, huh?" Malcolm gulped. "Is this—" He cleared his throat and tried again. "Is this some sort of mortal sex toy?"

He read the documents and found out that Happy’s real name. Felicity Mondragon is 22 years old. Filipino. The only daughter of Helena and Gregorio Mondragon. Her parents cast her away after knowing that she got pregnant when she was 16 years old and delivered a baby boy at seventeen. She has a son named Apollo Mondragon, four years old. Felicity is a single parent, living in a small apartment nearby the club she was working. She also had a tailoring shop before, but it was closed at the moment since she didn’t have any clients. Because of the rumors about her work, her business shut down. At the age of 18, she entered as a waitress at one of Mr. Tan’s clubs. Later on, she became a stripper.

She struggled against her bonds, but she could barely move. Inara was suffering the same fate opposite her and the clueless girls were just laughing, completely oblivious of their plight, having been skillfully manipulated by Cassy and her two minions. Flashes of camera lights began to hit them as several girls began taking pictures. The strippers, who had taken off their coverings, were down to bare chests and shiny leather male panties. Zee shut her eyes tightly as though it would erase the unpleasant scene playing out before her eyes. The strippers moved in and started dancing erotically over Zee and Inara.

“You’re gonna give me what I want.” There was nowhere to run. His hands were on me, grabbing and squeezing. I screamed, but the music was too loud. Nobody would hear me. This was it. I had heard stories from the other strippers about how men turned into beasts in the VIP. Was this how I was going to lose my virginity? To this pig who smelled like rat piss and boiled onion. How do I explain to my boyfriend, Nathan? When he doesn’t even know I’m a stripper. When he thinks I work in a bakery downtown, because I’m too ashamed to own this part of me.