Stripper Levi Novels & Stories

Levi said to me as we walked to his car. “About?” I asked him. “You’re way too cozy with this club,” he said to me. I didn’t miss the look of disapproval on his face. “Don’t start,” I said to him as he drove back towards the bar. “Jo showed me those bikini pictures online,” Levi said as he gave me a look. “It’s just a job so I’m who they expect me to be,” I said. “No, Alex, you’re turning into one of them, you’re liking this job too much,” he said.

He says. "Thank you" I whisper wiping away my tears knowing I'll soon be with the person I want to be with soon and away from my fucking parents. I hung up the phone and waited at the end of the street until I saw a black Ferrari pull up to me. I opened the door and entered the vehicle. Just before I was about to speak Leo pulled me in for a soft kiss before pulling away. "My dad found out am a stripper" I sob and he wipes the tear from my face

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.

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"

I could still feel the warmth of her lips, the mocking confidence she had when she put her mouth on me, driving me to the brink of insanity. And she was a stripper, too. The title alone carried a mountain of assumptions, a narrative I had constructed to keep myself from treating her like something fragile. I shifted my weight, testing the boundaries of her tightness by moving my hip just a fraction of an inch—a slow, cautious tilt that was meant to ease the pressure. A sharp intake of air caught in her throat, her head tossing against the pillows as a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracking a damp path down her temple into her dark hair.

Too ordinary, too human for the man who had haunted me for over a year. I tasted the name on my tongue. Levi. Too ordinary for the man who’d unraveled me, I let it roll around in my head, trying to reconcile it with everything he’d been to me, my nameless extremely sexy stalker, the unwanted savior sometimes, the stranger I’d let inside my bed. Levi. “And what do you do, Levi?” I pressed, needing more, needing something solid to hold onto. His answer came without hesitation, soft but weighted. “I run a company. Security technology. Surveillance, data protection, protective services and data analysis. We build what others can't see and protect what others don't notice.”