Stripes Creepypasta Novels & Stories

lol◉‿◉. Sadly, we've come to the end of "A Stripper's Nightmare". Can I know your favorite scene from the book?]

" Do you know that." "I stood there shocked looking at his face." "Elle girl what are you doing to me huh, since i saw your beautiful body. I can't take my eyes off you." We are too close that i can now feel his breath on my face. "You are a true beauty babe." "Stop it Lucas." I'm a stripper in a club, a lot of people have seen my body before, so what wrong if you saw my body." "That were you go wrong babe, i'm different." I saw everything from head to toe, i saw the rounded big breast my children feed on."

The sudden jolt of contact startled her, and she collided with a solid body that reeked of cigarette smoke and cloying cologne. What the fuck? She fought the urge to gag and pushed back the wave of disgust that rose in her throat. Her irritation flared up as she took a step forward and twisted her body to escape the stranger’s grasp. She hoped the move was enough to signal her disinterest, but it didn’t work. Seconds later, she was pulled back again, fingers digging into her skin. She stiffened once more. “Wanna take this somewhere else?” His voice was muffled by the thumping bass of the club, but the words were clear enough. The stale breath that washed over her skin made her skin crawl, an

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

Her lips push forward to my eardrum without me moving an inch and a body reaction. “You lack a soul!” “Not new to my hearing. You think I can wake up one morning and decide to quit stripping so easy? It's the air I breathe, the life I've always wanted the power to control the most powerful of men with the substance between my legs. You barely know how that feels to see men beg, bid and cry out in pleasure. Tortured men, weak and free men who deserves life without judgement. Stripping rocks! It's an avenue to be themselves unashamed and live life. I'll never stop stripping no matter the money. This shit is for life.” she picks her black animal skin purse and rises from her seat to leave. “I w

she replied. Lucas gently pulled her to sit beside him. "Trust me, you're not the problem," he said, finishing his glass of whiskey. The stripper chuckled softly. "You seem stressed. Maybe you should go home," she suggested. "I am searching for someone, a stripper, with a stunning glass complexion, blonde hair, and—" Lucas hesitated, his words jumbling together. "If a stripper can provoke such turmoil within you, she must be extraordinary," the stripper remarked. "I am not too sure about that, I simply want to see her. It appears as though she vanished into thin air," Lucas admitted, pouring another glass of whiskey.

She paid my dad to kill Alex, my husband. I wasn't even the target. To make things worse, she inseminated herself to have his baby. How sick is this bitch. " Your rush must have come from your Stripping right?" she said taking me out of Alex's thoughts. " What?" " Your Stripping days was a rush?" she asked. " Yes it was" " Why did you stop?" " Alex asked me to, I would have done anything for that man," I said looking out of the window. " Do you miss it?" she asked.

, he threatened, and that silenced her. I wired the amount to him, and left the club with the lady without even bidding Stefano goodnight. My blood wouldn't calm down until I explored this one. ***** Francesca's POV. “Fucckk” I moaned as he burst through the door into his living room, still fighting for domination over my whole body. I couldn't believe I was this stranger's house, willingly about to fuck him. I’ve done this stripper job before, but I'd never followed anyone home. Everything ended in the club.

Simple. I turned toward the bed, already stripping off my jacket, when it happened. My instincts screamed. Not fear or panic, it screamed wrong. The air shifted and a scent hit me. Blood. Fresh, metallic and close. Every muscle in my body snapped tight. So this was how Crescent played it.. it has to be them, no doubt, they've always wanted to kill me but now that they got the chance, I bet they won't let go, they just can't. They've gotten bolder, thinking of attacking me in a Shadowcrest territory.

He might as well as dead instead. The club was dim lighted, switching from the colors of red to purple and blue as the various laser and spot lights danced in the room along with the music blasting from the speakers mixed with the cheers and voices of the clients while the exotic dancers and others call them as strippers swayed with the melody of the song.