Male Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

I rushed out, riding him. My brief story seemed to throw him off guard for a minute and after a while of awkward silence, he chuckled. “Those are fabricated, aren’t they?” He asked but then I shook my head. “I forgot to add that I was a stripper too until I got into debt… I owe a powerful young man and now I work for him to pay him back, until I escaped about a week ago. Elrod is in jail for attempting to kill Mom and Caden, my former boyfriend is also in jail for trying to kill me and my boss, Massi—”

I get close to the pain in my hip because it hit the floor wrong. "So, The Stripper is here," he shouted loudly causing everyone to look at us. "Stacey don't do this," I said weakly but instead of speaking she laughed and they started throwing eggs at me. “How dare you flirt with Fred, you know his courting me and yet you choose to flirt with him, what is your plan to take his money with your body? You are such a disgusting bitch!” I just bowed down, even though it was painful for them to throw eggs at me.

Felicity bluntly said, which had him turned around as he was in front of her, explaining every detail of the house. “Why do you think that way? You are worth it, and you deserve to be loved and in love.” He rebutted. But Felicity shook her head in disagreement. “No, I’m not worthy. People will continue to judge me even if I change my career path. They will still call me ‘Happy the Stripper’, which I am not regretting because… because of my work… it gives me food to eat, and let my child go to a private school. I even give him his needs. But the human in this world will never understand why some people like me chose this career and got easy money. And if you stay with me, they will judge you,

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.

Musa opened the door and invited everyone in. They all made their way towards the master bedroom. Musa again unlocked the door with the two wires still in his hands. He opened the door and the couple inside the bedroom jumped off of the bed. Seeing them almost naked Musa again shut the door. "Wear your clothes right now. You both have gotten caught. There is nowhere you could run now." He said loudly. The couple panicked but they couldn't do anything at all. They did as they were told. They wore their clothes.

Thelma PoV Mac had been going on at me for quite a while now about taking me to one of the sleazy amateur strip clubs that he had told me about since talking to some of the guys at the motorcycle club. You see, I was a bit of a slut, well, a lot of a slut, and was really keen to strip in front of a load of horny guys, especially as he had said they were allowed to touch the strippers as well. Finally, I had given in, and he said he would have another word with the guys to see which was the best strip joint to go to.

The next thing I did was grab my drink, down it all, stand up, and stare at everyone at the table, then turn my attention back to Roderick. “There a time to be an asshole, today is not the day to do it Roderick. So you wanted to know am I’m a stripper so that you can confirm it? yes it's true. Did your birdie even tell you Roderick that I’m the highest pay stripper, that men all over will pay good money to see what I can do. Trust me, I never disappoint, are you happy now? you thought that you could embarrass me by putting me on blast? I am not shame of what I do, I don’t have to prove anything to you four assholes.” Sound of loud growls had Journee, and Emiliano submitting while our parent

Asher Prescott I held her head down as she worked her mouth on me, lips sliding, tongue moving like she knew every trick in the book. I couldn’t even remember her name, and honestly, I didn’t care. She was one of the strippers from my club, I love my women easy, disposable and forgettable. But damn, she was skilled. My head fell back against the headboard, my grip tightening in her hair as I pumped harder into her mouth. She pressed her nails into my thigh, holding on, eager to please. When I spilled into her throat, she swallowed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before standing.

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.