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I could still feel the warmth of her lips, the mocking confidence she had when she put her mouth on me, driving me to the brink of insanity. And she was a stripper, too. The title alone carried a mountain of assumptions, a narrative I had constructed to keep myself from treating her like something fragile. I shifted my weight, testing the boundaries of her tightness by moving my hip just a fraction of an inch—a slow, cautious tilt that was meant to ease the pressure. A sharp intake of air caught in her throat, her head tossing against the pillows as a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracking a damp path down her temple into her dark hair.

She smiled, turning her attention back to the actions going on in the room. "Some call it a brothel, a whorehouse, others a strip club..." She chuckled, rolling her eyes at me. "I call it... Misaki's Pleasure Fortress." One of the strippers in the room was suddenly straddling a man, and that was when I realized that his hands were tied behind him. He couldn't grab or touch her, as he practically drooled in his seat. "Here, we are the ones with the power." Lady Misaki smiled, before turning to look at me.

On getting to the door, he turned around and said, “Get your asses ready in 30minutes, one minute late and you'll be out of Voyeur. Capisce?” “Yes” Candy, Jasmine and Desiree answered together. As soon as he was out, I bursted out of the wardrobe. “That was close,” I breathed out. Candy walked to me and slumped on my body. I held her still and began patting her back. Amongst all three of them, she was the bravest and also the most emotional but nobody except me knew about the latter. The rest of the strippers saw her as an emotionless lady, simply because she always had a smile plastered on her face.

It wasn’t news that most of the Dons in Algreen Cove owned midnight clubs or exclusive bars which was really just a front to clean illegal money. As we walked toward the door, I noticed one of the strippers standing by the entrance. She was dressed in barely-there lingerie, her body on full display, with thigh-high boots and a sly, seductive smile. Her body gyrating to the beat of the music that was coming from within. Her gaze flicked to Dante and her body language slowly shifted from welcoming to a ‘come fuck me now’ gaze, it was dark so I couldn’t really decipher the look on Dante’s face but I didn’t want to care but at least I expected him to me that respect of being his wife. But when t

Molly announced with a smirk. "Hey," Barbie calmly greeted, unfazed by Molly's demeanour. Molly, seemingly attempting to engage in conversation, said, "Hey, doll. What are you doing here today? I mean, you didn't come for three days now, and the place kinda seems a bit lively," she admitted. "Thanks," Barbie responded, showing little reaction to Molly's words. As she turned to walk away, Molly seized her hand, taunting, "What's with the rush, baby stripper? Eager to earn money."

Kaira chuckled. The east wing had been converted into a glowing, hedonistic nightmare. Neon lights, velvet ropes, and actual strippers on podiums. Men. Women. Both. Equal-opportunity chaos. I’d brought New Orleans grit into their white-collar palace, and if the Lachlans wanted a war, I’d give them one in heels and sequins. Craig and Julian thought they could bury me with their headlines—Shameless Stripper Steals Lachlan Empire? I’m rewriting the script. Tonight, I’m the hurricane, and they’re about to drown.

The moment she said those words, he was reminded of what she really was—just a woman who entertained men for money. His jaw clenched. What a slut. They’re all just after money. His anger flared. This woman would do anything for the right price. Sex. Blowjobs. Stripping. Anything for a few bills. And he hated that about her. For a moment, he had forgotten that she was just a stripper he picked up to satisfy his lust. "Get out. Fix yourself and leave," he ordered coldly, tucking himself back into his pants.

And lately, the police have been raiding the bar I work in, my dad bailing me out is nothing new. Yes I am a stripper, I love what I do. I grew up dancing, ballet was my favorite. My dad supported me of course, I graduated from the best prestigious art university. Being a stripper is the best thing to ever happen to me whereas my dad, the wealthiest man in Los Angeles and the US, it is said to bring dishonor to his name and whatnot. My father, the famous multi-billionaire, Charlie Clover just had to have a daughter who is a stripper. It doesn't paint a good picture of his image. So yes, I left everything to be a stripper, and FYI because I am a stripper doesn't make me a prostitute and I don

Jess wanted her to take her place tonight? Jessica was a stripper at a high class club; The Pink Glass. It wasn’t a club that just anyone could walk in; there was exclusive membership and if famous musicians were in town, that was the club they went to. The girls were well taken care of and assured of their safety. They were free from any form of harassment or unwanted attention; their job was just to dance and strip.