Personal Stripper Novels & Stories

“I knew grief would fuck you up, but this? You want to nuke the Carter name with stilettos?” “Not nuking. Redefining.” “Define.” “A stripper,” I said. “Or an escort. Someone who knows masks. Who knows contracts. Who turns hunger into currency and doesn’t apologize for it.” Tom blinked, then laughed. The sound cracked through the office, loud and alive. “Christ. That’s one way to piss on a grave.” “It’s the only way.” He studied me, smirk still there but edged with respect. “Then make it clean. NDA, medical screens, wardrobe stipend. Payments staggered. If she bails, she walks with nothing.”

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

It was none other than Silvester’s booth, he had about three friends with him while he took a drag of his cigar and eyes my form. I put on my usual poster smile from when I was working as a stripper. “Hi….” I say shyly. He smirks. “You’re too pretty to be dancing on poles.” I giggle softly and take my seat beside him. “I just wanted to let loose for once…” His hands come up to caress my thighs, squeezing slightly causing me to internally gag. “Why don’t I show you how to really let loose…” He whispers into my ear. Goosebumps of disgust litters my skin but i feign innocence. “No….I’m not kind if girl….” I whine softly, giving him the ‘fuck me’ eyes.

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

“You are not allowed to get seduced by the woman I once fucked! She's a whore and I wondered how a waitress who worked as a prostitute as well ended up as a nurse, in a noble profession as a nurse. Keep your distance and don't you ever think of drilling your dick into that hole I was fucked, did you hear me, Rodrigo?” Rian Whiteson sneered and his gaze was fierce. “You are mad, Rian,” Rodrigo declared.

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.

DANTE… I stared intensely at her as she pleasured herself. I knew she was about to cum but I wouldn't let her get relieved so quickly not under my watch, I cupped her soft ass then I lifted her up and placed her on the bed. I could see her bite her lower lip and I knew what she wanted so badly. "How long have you been a stripper?" I asked sensually "Two years" she replied in a hoarse voice and I gritted my teeth, hearing her sweet seductive voice was enough to make me so hard.

I heard the sound of his grinding teeth to my question. “Yeah.” he finally answered. “Are you going to give me more than a one-word answer?” It became silent once again. Between the grinding of his teeth and the tapping on the steering wheel meant he was trying so hard not to snap. “Why are you a stripper?” You can hear the distaste in his question like he hated that his mate dances are naked with other men. “It’s fun that’s why. I don’t need to do it, I want to do it. I know you’re thinking that there is a reason that I had to do this. Well, there isn't anything other than it’s my only talent.”

She hated how quickly her body reacted to that single word. “Fine,” she said, lowering her gaze to the paper again as her shoulders slump back. But then, her eyes widened again at the next clause. “I have to quit working as a stripper and an escort?” A frustrated sigh escaped her. “You can’t be serious.” “This, or no deal, June.” He folded his arms over his chest. She grumbled, flipping to the next section with a half-hearted scowl. Her brow crinkled at what she saw next. “So… don’t like virgins?” she muttered, half to herself.

it was a pleasure to see her waist length flowing red hair. When I saw her,I couldn't help but remember my Stripper.I don't date,I only slept with women for sexual satisfaction.I stared at this stripper before me with anger and irritation.All women are the same,they can never change. I knew the stripper would be intimidated by the look I was giving her,I knew she would scurry away because this look of mine works on everyone,no one dared to near me when I gave them this look but to my utmost surprise she grabbed my glass and gulped down the contents in it before staring back at me with a dreamy eyes which awoken something in me.