Personal Stripper Novels & Stories

I had come a long way being independent for a long time, to go through another thing like this. "It's what I thought would happen no matter what. You may think I'm good enough, but the fact of the matter is, I'm not. I'm a stripper. I make my money by shaking my ass and t*ts in people's faces. I grind on old, perverted men and flirt so that I can feed myself and keep my bills paid. You're...your father owns a giant f*cking company that you'll no doubt inherit. You need someone like Vivian by your side. Not me."

Kayley ~”Fuck they don't waste anytime. Danny ~”It's times like these I wish I was single.” René ~”Fuck me too.” Janice ~”Why the fuck do we have men if we can have this?” Stripper One ~”Good evening ladies.” Kayley ~”Goddammit where have you been hiding?” Stripper One ~”Waiting for you girl.” Kayley ~”Just because you so fucking hot I will let that slide.” Stripper Two ~”You can slide down me all night long.”

The club was noisy on the other end, the sounds of laughter and chatter filtering through the line. “Hello?” A familiar voice answered. “It’s Clarissa,” I snapped. “I have a job for you and your girls.” The voice on the other end perked up, a sly tone creeping in. “Oh? What kind of job?” My lips curved into a cold smile. “There’s a little maid who needs to be taught a lesson. She’s a stripper in the club. Make sure she learns never to cross me again”

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.

Alexander said and Samantha walked towards him taking the document from him and going through it again. Well he was true to his words and added her terms. Samantha signed the contract and Alexander also place his signature on the papers. "I guess this is official then. Partner." Alexander smiled and Samantha nodded. "I guess we should get down to business." "Strip." Alexander ordered. Samantha wondered why she was feeling shy in front of him. She worked as a stripper in Karl's club. She took deep breaths and began taking off her clothes. Alexander kept watching her, he couldn't believe he was finally getting what he wanted.

CAMILA ^*^ "I'm not a prostitute, " I muttered, shifting my weight to my right leg this time. Did he want to have me for himself? Was I some sort of... whore? I mean, I was a stripper, but that was where it ended. I only danced at the pole and sometimes on the men to make them spend more... but that was where it ended. "I'm not a freaking whore!" I muttered again but this time, more to myself.

Pedro asked as he treaded carefully while avoiding stepping on my working tools. “Yes, I have an idea and I will be needing it for tomorrow”, I replied as I was set to work. “But didn't you say you had a piece for auction?” This time Pedro was confused as I expected him to be. “Well yes, but you know after yesterday, I can't get her out of my head” “By her, who do mean?” “Come on man, the stripper girl of course” “Oh, man that girl has always been fire, I think this last performance of hers was the best so far I've seen”. Pedro complimented.

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

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.

Mae slapped her hand over her mouth in shock, looking around again as if to check if anyone else had seen that, but he just laughed. Fed up at this point, I directed my gaze back to the road and thankfully, the traffic cleared minutes after that and we began to move. Scar had a lot of fucking questions to answer. The strippers were allowed to leave Casa Eleganza, yes, but strippers like her—with a debt—were an exception. They were only allowed only to short distances and for minor errands. Scar let her out, and not only did she go out, she ran off to meet her boyfriend, and only the devil knew what she had given to him that had him grinning like that.