Personal Stripper Novels & Stories

strip club. "Okay, I'll go now," I feigned a smile at her, to which she nodded as she walked up to me and stood at my back with a calm mien. I looked into the mirror and mentally cringed as I took in my sultry outfit which consisted of a tiny black leather short, with half of my ass cheeks exposed, and a leather bra, which had a great amount of my soft boobs exposed. I slowly ran my fingers down the leather strap which was joined from my shorts to my boots and sighed again. The make-up I had on my face made me look like a whore and honestly, I felt like one even though I was merely a bottle girl at the club.

Meghan’s POV Sitting in the cellar sipping my Ciroc vodka and going through my phone, suddenly a message pops in and it's from Jim Black Hat the owner of Lusty strip, the popular stripper's nightclub in town, it read “He will be around tonight for a stripping prom ”. I giggled because finally, my plans of meeting Damian Graham will soon be a reality. I always have a way of getting what I want, having to offer Jim sex for him to spill when the famous Billionaire Damian will be around, is nothing compared to what I will achieve. I am a whore who goes with the highest bidder.

SARIAN.” “Which looks good on me, the blue or pink one?” Silver asked as she stood before the mirror and giggled. “ I want to make as much money as possible tonight.” “Pink is better,” I said as I did a little touch-up and glanced at the mirror, my strapless bra was perfect and showing just enough cleavage. I was a stripper and it was the only way I could get enough money to pay my drunken father's debts including what he had stolen from a mysterious man, the mounting bills and taking care of my little sister.

A smear of dried blood ran across her forehead, and her hair—that dark, wild mane—was matted with dust and golden glitter that caught the faint light like dying stars. My heart performed a slow, heavy roll in my chest. She was twenty-two. A girl. A stripper from the Hollows who should have run the second the bomb went off. She had enough thousand dollars with her—enough to disappear, enough to pay for her sister’s life for a month. Instead, she’d dragged a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound "drunk" into a Rolls-Royce and fought off a hit squad. Why? Mate, Leo snarled again.

Pippa's fingers scramble recklessly to shut the volume down before it murders our eardrums On the screen there's a woman with wavy brown hair, but she's turned her back to the camera. She's dancing, grinding against a pole while tons hundred dollar bills rain down on her from all sides. There are other strippers on the stage too, but she's the one getting all the money. "Darn it, can't they just show her face?" Pippa grunts, trying to fast forward the video, but I tap her hand to stop. The girl keeps grinding on the pole, dancing, swaying her hips like she's a goddess of the night.

" It been two month since i came to stay with Jessica, she is really a life saver. She go out late and comes back in the morning, so one day i decided to asked her what she does for a living. I was shocked what she told me "i'm a club stripper". "What!, a stripper, she nod her head. "That what i do for a living Elle, i know is not good but hey it keep me going." "So you mean you sleep with men to to get paid." "No that not it Elle, i'm only a stripper, i don't sleep with men to get paid." "Really, so how do you do it." " I dance on the club poll as a stripper." Men throws money on me and they even touch me that all, when I'm done the club manager paid me then i come back home.

"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.

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

Chapter 2 Aziel was so much engrossed in the thoughts of Jia that he could not control himself and walked to the main counter, where there was the desk lady. He looked at the girl there and told her, "I want that stripper tonight!" As he lit his cigarette and blew smoke directly into her face, he stated. "You mean Jia?" The desk lady asked him hesitantly. "Oh, that's her name?” He raised his brows and continued, “then yes, that's exactly who I want!" Aziel said.

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