Stripper Deku Novels & Stories

A moment later, pipes clinking told Deke that his dear cousin was in the shower. And Deke was stunned speechless. Holy shit. Alyssa Devereaux. Blonde bombshell, strip club owner, with legs encased in sexy stockings and naughty garters that made grown men salivate and beg. She was going to fuck them. After enduring her cutting tongue and apparent disdain, she’d agreed. For Luc, of course. She’d always wanted him. But as a perk, he’d get to sink into that tight, golden body, too. Immerse every inch of his cock into her warm, suddenly willing pussy.

That didn’t stop me, I kept going, my mind elsewhere. I kept drifting back to the stripper from last night. The way her body moved with the music, the way her hips swayed, the way her ass bounced and the way her breasts pushed against the lace bra she was wearing. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I had been to that club more times than I could count, but none of the strippers had ever caught my attention like she did. I flipped Lucy over, grabbed her breast, and pinched her nipple until it turned red.

I just finished my task and about to go home since I still have classes tomorrow. As I walked in the pavement, refusing to ride the taxi due to the expensive fare, I had decided to just walk a kilometer instead to reach the nearest bus stop that would lead me to the street where I live with my mother and little brother, I gave a thought about my life. Kiara Stones, 22 years old and an architecture student of Himalaya University, a quiet and timid person during day, but a very different person during the night. And yes, I am a stripper at Desire Night Club. Yes I dance and strip but not totally to the point that I am totally naked. I and the other girls wear seductive and revealing dresses an

Miss M tried to make him understand, as she knew Kate might not agree. "I don't care! I am the VVIP customer here, and I want her. That's it!" "Sorry sir, I am unable to do this for you, but I can get you someone else!" Miss M said and called a few girls for him, but he was not willing to take any one of them; all he wanted was that stripper! He was itching for her and craving for her. "Just you wait, Jia, I am going to make you scream my name in bed until you lose your voice!"

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

But I don't even move that way again, I have something in mind and I had Rebecca to see me through it. As a part time artist, I get small gigs from time to time and then, in the night I was a stripper. A stripper that wears mask to cover up her identity and also, a witch stripper that uses her power to he advantages. Being a stripper is something I would always do and I love the fact that no one has an idea of what I am and who I am. Well, except one person, Alpha Theodore of the Hula pack. The reason why mother had agreed to me moving entirely to Italy was because Aloha Theodore was her and she believes she share a bond, so she trusted him. And then, I have been to the Hula pack because I h

Lily's POV My heels clicked reluctantly on the ground as I walked towards the private section of the club. As I passed by, I heard catcalls and lewd remarks from men about my semi nude body that made my skin crawl. This was a part of my job that hard to get used to, I felt so naked in front of all these men and their eyes raped me without consent… Well I guess, I was automatically consenting given my job as a stripper. I preferred my day job as a bartender more, they were less jerks and I didn't have to wear revealing clothing. But as a single mother caring for a five year old son diagnosed with down syndrome, I need the double income so I was willing to do anything.

And it’s motherfucking scary…” I dragged myself on my knees seductively towards the hungry audience. They needed a good view for their money and I would give them one. I laid flat again and moved my fingers through my tummy to my panties. The crowd cheered for more. Stupid dumb people. ‘…I’ll put the ring on when you’re ready, we play our fantasies out in real-life ways…’ My eyes caught a dark figure among the crowds. I couldn’t get a clear glimpse of his face because of how rowdy the crowds were. But I could feel his stares at me. He was in a suit. Who wears a suit to a fucking stripper club?

I couldn’t see his face clearly as a result of the bright lights, but I could tell that he was extremely handsome. “Dance.” He commanded, his baritone voice sending shivers down my spine. He had been patient with me as all I did was waste a bit of his time, but now, it looked like his patience had run out. “Of course.” I replied, gripping the pole tightly before taking a deep breath. It was show time. Despite the fact that I hated being a stripper with every fibre of my being, I began swaying my body provocatively to the beat, perfectly balanced on a pair of ridiculously high-heeled shoes