Malaya Stripper Novels & Stories

When they moved to Virginia, she continued working as a stripper together with her sister. Sasha worked at an underground strip club in Springfield. And because of her, the place gained fame in all of Grayson. This fame even extended to Fairfax and other neighboring cities and counties. Being the club’s star stripper, her managers have been strict in following her rules. No customer was allowed to touch her, and they couldn't take her out. Even the rich men who visited the club can’t bend Sasha’s rules. Regardless of the amount they were willing to pay. The star stripper named Sasha turned out to be Maxine Winther. Looking at her, Sean still couldn’t be convinced that she was the person he w

She could feel their sticks touching her jeans, but it didn’t even excite her. Crossing her arms over her chest, both men left Jada and danced around, causing the rest of the girls to start screaming. On her way back to the couch, Bambi holds his hand up. He’s asking her to stay where she is, so she does. Seconds after, another stripper showed up, wearing boxer briefs. The stripper has a mask covering his face, but his shining, shimmering abs are exposed. Jada couldn’t take her eyes off them. She can see him grinning as he approaches her.

Chapter 1 Maria’s POV I'm Maria Juliet Williams, a twenty-four year old English translator online of Korean Students in the morning, and at night a member of the SHOWGIRL group that men are obsessed with at Heaven's Bar. Not a pure blooded Filipina, I’m the only one with a foreign blood. We are the stars and everyone wants us to perform in HEAVEN’S STRIPPERS CLUB. I put aside my dream as a writer in Literature or Prose Poetry. I’m just a highschool graduate, because I can’t support my basic needs together with my school tuition fee. I tried to be a stripper when I was twenty two years old. My life was not that easy, I was hired as a call center agent. But still, the salary is not enough to

She sipped more whiskey, lips wet and glossy, eyes hazy from the alcohol and all the live fucking she’d been watching her pussy was probably dripping down her thighs with no panties on. The stripper got closer, still jerking his dick, and reached out like he was gonna grab her big tits. “Come on baby, let me feel those,” he said with a dirty grin. Laura waved him off quick, pushing his hand away. “Just dance, don’t touch me. I’ll spray you money but keep your hands off.” She pulled some bills and tossed them at him, but the guy didn’t listen. He kept moving forward, cock still hard and pointing at her, trying to press up against her chest trying to grind on her.

Tables circled a sunken stage at the center, where stark naked strip dancers writhed in honeyed slow motion under a flood of gold light, the disco light above reflecting on their naked bodies. "Mala where am I?" I whispered in her ears My black dress clung to my skin, Mala had zipped me into it herself against my will of course, squeezing me until my breasts spilled upward in a teasing swell I felt naked in it, I’d protested, but her only response was, “You look like sin, baby, own it.” As we walked deeper into the lion’s den, I felt each movement of the fabric against my thighs, the press of high heels on plush carpet, the weight of curious eyes trailing over me.

As the breadwinner in my family, this opportunity came at just the right time. Life took a different route for us. Mom used to work as a stripper, and it's not your everyday story, but it worked for us. I'm 22 now, and my little brother is seven. Different dads – yeah, that's how our family tree shaped up. Growing up without a dad in the picture was just the way it was. Mom did her thing, juggling the bills and bedtime stories. It wasn't the textbook family setup, but it was ours, and it kind of worked. Mom decided to retire from stripping and embrace her 'mommy' groove. At 45, she looks like an angel and defies aging norms. Leaving the stage didn't dim her spark; she swapped stilettos for a

“Yep, really.” “Wow,” June muttered as her mind worked to process this. For June, stripping had always been a means to an end. A way to pay bills and keep food on the table. She hadn’t considered it could be anything more than that, let alone something someone could genuinely enjoy. So, she was baffled. Lola seemed to catch the puzzled look on her face because she grinned wider. “To be frank, I love it,” she said, her voice filled with unapologetic confidence.

"I couldn't bear the pain that came from it. I don't want my child to know his mother's a whore" "You are not a whore. You are a dancer". Rochelle said. "A stripper", I corrected. "I'm a stripper Rochelle. I don't want my child to know what I am doing. That's why I took him far away from me. I send anything I earned from stripping to him. I want him to lack nothing, I give him all the comfort". I said as tears continued rolling down from my cheeks. Rochelle held on to me, placed my hair on her shoulders as she patted me.

I hate that abbreviation so much and he knows about it but doesn't hesitate to annoy me. After the day I asked for his favor to host a party at his MALE STRIP CLUB. He had been pestering me around to give him something in return. At first I agreed to do his task for him but since it doesn't turn out the way I wanted it. I didn't see the need to complete his task for him. Every male member of the organization dances for him as a stripper in his club. A way to making his business flourish as many gays and women loves to see hot men at his club, every Thursdays.

"Gave my notice yesterday before we left. Two weeks and I'm done dancing." Derek goes very still. "Are you sure? I don't want you to give up something you're good at just because—" "I'm sure. It was always supposed to be temporary, a way to make money until I could open my gallery. And now with the baby coming and us trying to build something real, I'm ready to move on." I take his hand. "Plus I'm pretty sure pregnant strippers aren't exactly in high demand." He laughs. "Probably not. So what's the plan? You're really going to open a gallery?"