Stripper Levi Romane & Geschichten

Julian’s POV As I watched the black female stripper, wearing just a silver string pants with no bras on and the way her black nipples jiggled as her breast bounced back and forth, while doing her pole dance. The memory of her body burned in my mind, every gasp, every moan, the way she gave herself completely to me. Lexi. She was perfect. Yet, I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe I shouldn’t have left without a word. But no, it was better this way. She needed to know her place, always available, always mine, but nothing more. No attachments. No expectations.

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

She left, leaving Jeremy in awe. With what Felicity has said, she earned more respect from the ruthless CEO. He couldn’t believe that even though Felicity had an unsatisfactory life, she would not use someone to earn money. Her job may be dirty because she was a stripper who was strip-dancing in the club, but it doesn't mean that he would leech to those rich clients just to make her life easier. What's more, she wouldn’t ask for an extra service, which was supposed to be included in her job. It already contented Felicity that she receives her salary twice a month without asking for more tips. And because of this, Jeremy was determined to help her.

DANTE… I stared intensely at her as she pleasured herself. I knew she was about to cum but I wouldn't let her get relieved so quickly not under my watch, I cupped her soft ass then I lifted her up and placed her on the bed. I could see her bite her lower lip and I knew what she wanted so badly. "How long have you been a stripper?" I asked sensually "Two years" she replied in a hoarse voice and I gritted my teeth, hearing her sweet seductive voice was enough to make me so hard.

And the massacre begins. “Is it also true that this stripper is a single mom, already living with a multimillionaire? Why are you pursuing her if there’s another man in her life?” Another reporter asked. “Is it true that you already wasted all your money that you are now desperate?” The reporter to his right asked. “Hey! Watch your mouth.” Carlson warned the reporter, but Levi just tapped his shoulder and smiled.

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.

Levi replied disdainfully, "I would've waited for a few more minutes if I knew she was so troublesome. She wasn't even a good lay, yet she was so annoying. "My mind was clouded by the drugs back then. On regular days, I wouldn't have touched her even if she offered herself." The woman said, "Don't say such things. She's still a wealthy young lady, after all." "What use would a wealthy young lady be? I'd rather have a hostess instead," Levi said as he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. He caressed her all over before expertly flipping the hem of her black suspender dress. Levi's phone rang again as he was halfway busy. It was a call from Arthur.

It was a trending video of a stripper who melted hearts with her dance. "Definitely can't be ," I muttered as I clicked on it. Right on my screen was the weird girl from the bar. Could she really be a stripper? How the hell did this even get online to be trending at this time of the day? I scrolled through my contacts and placed a call. One ring…. Two rings…. Three rings.. "Hello. Good morning, Alpha Zeus." There was no need for pleasantries. When I needed something, I went for it. "I need the stripper from last night," I said in a bossy tone.

CAMILA ^*^ "I'm not a prostitute, " I muttered, shifting my weight to my right leg this time. Did he want to have me for himself? Was I some sort of... whore? I mean, I was a stripper, but that was where it ended. I only danced at the pole and sometimes on the men to make them spend more... but that was where it ended. "I'm not a freaking whore!" I muttered again but this time, more to myself.

Just when he closed his mouth the two males, Lewis and Winters, got to their table. "Hi, school stripper" Said Mikhail Winters. "Hi, school slut" Said him with a smirk on his lips. "Oh he's feisty today, I see! Did you fuck with some nice guy yesterday after your job?" "What? Shut the fuck up, Winters! I'm not a slut like you, I don't fuck every person I see, I just dance there for your information." "Are you sure? You seem too happy and confident today, you probably got some dick last night"