Personal Stripper Novels & Stories

Nobody could think that she was the same person who made the drunken crowd whistle and go wild with her performances. She got ready within minutes and changed into the skimpy outfit for the night. It was more lingerie and less of a dress. The bright pink dress that ended just below her underwear had big holes everywhere. The only things hidden were her private parts. That too, because she had requested a moderate dress from Laura. That was the most moderate dress that could be found among the hundreds of other outfits for the strippers. The club took stripping part of the business very seriously. She wore black stilettos and started doing her makeup. It required the strippers to do their mak

“Okay, Alpha. My turn’s over. Ask something fun.” We kept going. She asked about the dumbest injury I’d ever gotten in a fight (a rogue once managed to bite my ass; Derrick still hasn’t let me live it down). I asked if she ever practiced stripping to actual music . She said yes to that. By the time the dessert plates were empty, her cheeks were pink from wine and laughter, and my wolf had gone quiet in a way that felt almost peaceful. When the last plate was cleared I set my napkin down. “There’s somewhere else I want to take you tonight.”

I gloried in his spunk filling me up. "Oh, yes," I moaned as he fired the last of his cum into me. "Oh, that's good. Mmm, I know who wants a lap dance--" "Ms. August," gasped Pita, one of the cheerleaders. She had changed into her slutty uniform, the skirt so short it flashed the thong she wore that hugged her pussy. A boob tube clung to her breasts. She wore her red ribbon about her neck like a choker. "Can you... Can you teach me how to be a stripper?"

Kaira chuckled. The east wing had been converted into a glowing, hedonistic nightmare. Neon lights, velvet ropes, and actual strippers on podiums. Men. Women. Both. Equal-opportunity chaos. I’d brought New Orleans grit into their white-collar palace, and if the Lachlans wanted a war, I’d give them one in heels and sequins. Craig and Julian thought they could bury me with their headlines—Shameless Stripper Steals Lachlan Empire? I’m rewriting the script. Tonight, I’m the hurricane, and they’re about to drown.

Cassie clarified, noticing Barbie's questioning look. "Pimps are those people who come to the club to deceive baby strippers, promising them the world just to use them. If any girl asks you about how much you made, just say enough for the night. Never tell them about your money to avoid girls' eyes on you," Cassie added, and Barbie nodded in understanding. "Make sure when you feel like cleaning yourself, you use the bathroom to avoid irritating anybody. And don't pick a fight with anybody; it's not a good first impression for a baby stripper. You got that?" Cassie emphasized, looking directly at Barbie.

She kissed my cheek before closing her eyes. I smiled softly and stroked her hair lovingly. When I noticed how heavy her eyelids were getting, I picked the chair next to her bed and put the table beside it. My back rested against the wooden frame of the chair, as I stretched out my legs on the bed, leaning forward a little. I watched the peaceful expressions on her sleeping face. "Mom, I know you must be asleep, but I feel comfortable telling you now." "I work as a personal stripper now." "And Massimo is my client, he exploits me sexually."

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

I don't think Ry could take coming up empty again. The music shifts and the crowd goes wild, begging the dark-haired woman in red to stay on stage. U + Ur hand by pink starts playing instead and I catch a bright smile as she stripper spins. Her red painted lips move along to the lyrics as she lets loose. She gradually lowers herself into a crouch in front of our table. Falling to her knees, she skims her fingers up her thighs, over stomach and above her head. Flipping her hair in a circle her knees slide apart and she places her hands on the ground and leans forward giving our table an eyeful of her chest. One of the pups jumps forward and tuckes a dollar bill into the strap of her bra. She

Nicole replied and Sara looks at her in a confused manner. "Tell me, Nicole, what is it? I will do anything it takes to save Cara, please just tell me," she begged. "I am a stripper Sara," Nicole said and Sara stares at her in shock. "A stripper?" She asked and Nicole nods. "Yes, I am the head of the strippers in a strip club." Nicole retorted and Sara looked around the house once again in disbelief. "You got all this from dancing on the pole?" She questioned once more. "Sara am telling you this because I want to help and this is my only means of helping you.

I saw his eyes roam all over my curves like I was some fresh orange he was planning to buy from the market. "You will work as a stripper for me in my club." "S... Sir?" I'd already done dirty work in Italy. I got to America hoping that I'd get an honest job this time around. "You heard me right. I can help you, but only if you become a stripper in my club. If you don't want it, you'll stay here in the streets. If you want help, follow me", he said and turned to leave. I should've learned my lesson by now, but it was either this or getting raped again.