Stripper Deku Novels & Stories

“You’re gonna give me what I want.” There was nowhere to run. His hands were on me, grabbing and squeezing. I screamed, but the music was too loud. Nobody would hear me. This was it. I had heard stories from the other strippers about how men turned into beasts in the VIP. Was this how I was going to lose my virginity? To this pig who smelled like rat piss and boiled onion. How do I explain to my boyfriend, Nathan? When he doesn’t even know I’m a stripper. When he thinks I work in a bakery downtown, because I’m too ashamed to own this part of me.

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.

“Yep, really.” “Wow,” June muttered as her mind worked to process this. For June, stripping had always been a means to an end. A way to pay bills and keep food on the table. She hadn’t considered it could be anything more than that, let alone something someone could genuinely enjoy. So, she was baffled. Lola seemed to catch the puzzled look on her face because she grinned wider. “To be frank, I love it,” she said, her voice filled with unapologetic confidence.

I gasped between giggles. Red wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “It wasn’t really awkward. Like I said earlier, I strip for everyone, not just the men. And those ladies… they are mostly wild. Doing all kinds of things to our bodies…” I raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “With that kind of body, who wouldn’t get carried away?” Red giggled and struck a playful pose. “We always have to stay in shape so we don’t lose our income. As a stripper, your body is your greatest asset.”

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?”

The red lace gave way instantly, shredding under the brute strength of his hands. I let out a startled gasp, my eyes widening as the cool air of the room hit my exposed, dripping pussy. The raw vulnerability of being stripped bare in such a violent way sent a thrill of wicked dopamine through my veins. I wasn't given a second to react, to process the loss of my underwear, or to even draw a proper breath before Marcello lowered his head. He didn't ease into it. He went straight for the kill, his mouth slamming home as he kissed my clit.

I bit my lip standing up I turned giving him a good view of my ass as I unbuckled my stockings before turning and slipping one off my leg rolling my body before flicking my hair and repeating this on the other side. I chucked on of my stockings to him before I danced around the pole once more, I dropped back to the floor again arching my back with cat cows as I wriggled my hips slowly moving towards him. When I was inches from the edge of the stage, I could see pre cum forming on Jake’s mammoth cock, it’s got to be at least 12”.

Just the essentials. I reached for a matte-black duffel and began packing. • A pair of thin-blade knives, foldable, compact, undetectable unless you knew exactly where to check. • A custom Glock with a silencer… painted matte gray to blend under clothes. • A small vial of poison, fast-acting, traceable only after death. • Spare clips. Flashlight. Utility string. • Smoke pellets, non-lethal, but enough to create distraction. • A burner phone.

I started to have teary as fear runs into my whole system. I look at this guy facing the glass window of this room, a tall and masculine body of a man showed up. He has long legs and a great body built and posture. He’s wearing a black matte long sleeve shirt, folded the sleeve up to his arms, and black pants and oxford shoes. His hair is black as a raven. Making him look scary and powerful. Who will pay a hundred thousand for a stripper?