Male Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

“This slut hit me. In front of everyone!” “She slapped him, Ray,” one of his friends chimed in, shaking his head in disbelief. “Just like that. No provocation. We were having a good time, and then she does this?” The manager turned to me, his face red with anger. “You did what?” “He groped me!” I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of the moment. “I told him not to touch me, but he wouldn’t stop. I am a stripper yes but not a prostitute!”

Gotta go, wish me luck. Keyanna❤: Good luck!❤ I placed my phone in my pocket when there was a male stripper on the pole dancing to some fast rhythm songs and shaking his ass. My jaw almost dropped when he slides down from the pole falling in a straight spit making the crowd cheer for him. De'Andrae sat next to me with a drink in his hand then sat it on the table with other liquors in bottles. He pulled out a blunt lighting it up. "First time coming here?" He asked me

It broke his heart to see her like that, he followed her. "Fine ... if you have to know ..." he said. "I was a male stripper ... a Chippendale ..." he said bitterly. She was still sobbing. "They made me sign a six-month contract, they put me in training, I had to train all day and worked all night ... and I had a side job in between ... I was swamped ... I had to strip off my clothes but the money was good ... it's not something I'm proud of, Charlie, not with you," he finally told her. Her sobbing went quiet. "If I knew you would be with someone else, I wouldn't have done it, Charlie ... I would've just come back and do whatever crappy job I could get just so I can still be with you," tears

She countered and he laughed. "How about I drive you to a hotel and hand you over to someone else, you'll be lucky to get released without paying any ransom" "But..but..but" "I’m poor, I need money to get rich and also get more strippers" He taunted. "Why do you like strippers? are they better than other girls?. Strippers are the cheapest you could afford I guess” "You see, yes. Strippers are sexier, great lovers and also they drive you insane" He whispered into her ear and opened the room.

I said firmly, trying to stand up but I felt a pull on my hand that made me sit back down at once. “State the difference between a stripper and a slut,” he said, wearing an evil smile and all I wanted to do was bite his head off, “you all would do anything for a dollar even if it included licking shit.” He added and that was where I lost it. My hands seem to have a mind of their own as they seem to go up and only came down, landing on his face. I’d just slapped a client, one that claims to be the biggest client the club has.

“Short for Elias, but I don’t mind if you stick to Eli.” He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward me with a casual grace that screamed confidence—or arrogance, depending on how you looked at it. His black turtleneck clung to his lithe body, paired with tailored slacks that gave him an effortless, polished look. He was a male stripper, I immediately put together. They had just been introduced to the club. “I do not feel like asking the story behind the puffy eyes and cavewoman look, so I would just say you are a lot shorter than I imagined,” He said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

The new position was wild, with me suspended on the pole, him fucking me standing, gravity helping him go deeper than ever. “Fuck—Vincent!” I cried out, the pole cool against my back. He gripped my ass, lifting and dropping me onto his cock with powerful arms. Every bounce made me take him balls-deep. My tits bounced in his face. He sucked one nipple hard, biting it lightly while he railed me. “You always looked so fucking hot on this pole,” he growled against my skin. “Now you’re getting fucked on it. My personal stripper whore.” His pace turned savage, hips snapping up, the wet sounds echoing through the empty club.

The whole room lit up the moment he walked in while I was left standing two steps away from the door. I lost the count of times I gave my VIP clients a lap dance or blow job. I had sex with a total of four VIP clients in my five years of working as a stripper. Most of my clients prefer it when I give them a dance. The older ones who were at the ripe age of seventy rented me for the whole night to accompany me, I ended up being friends with a few of them. Felix once received an offer from a VIP client. He wanted to make me his sub. If I went through and agreed with the client's offer at that time. Our contract would last for one month, and I will be getting a hefty amount of money from that d

Male strippers had money tied to their waist while they danced for their fellow men and women. Some people kissed, some fingered themselves, while some were fucking in places hits a few people would notice them. It wasn't like our regular clubs in the pack; everything was going on here. Business deals, death deals, sex deals…here isn’t a place you come if you are looking for a wife, just a sex toy to pay. Winny hopped off my arm. “Let’s dance, Alpha Sean. I feel so alive.” She started jumping and dancing on her own, seducing me with her ass. The dress she wore wasn’t for this occasion, but it could have been if her pants weren’t this long.

He stood and walked over to them, ‘ Voi due.’ [You two.] He pointed to the two youngest, aged twenty and twenty two, dismissing the two eldest, he sat back on the sofa, ‘Striscia.’ [Strip.] He commanded and when they were naked and kneeling before him he cuffed their wrists and tied them over the spanking stools, he took them one at a time, using his range of whips he did not break their skin just used their pain to bring him pleasure. When he found his release they had red asses and a few stripes on their back, nothing compared to what they would face in the future from the men in his club.