Stripper Levi Novels & Stories

It was a statement. Levi glanced over his shoulder at Jasmine, and for the second time that night they shared a silent look I could not decipher. I pulled my hair away from him and marched to my bed, kicked off my shoes, and wiggled out of my jeans. I was too tired to be scolded by my friends. “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Levi covered his eyes with his hands. “You cannot strip in front of me. He will kill me if I”

“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.

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.

Jess wanted her to take her place tonight? Jessica was a stripper at a high class club; The Pink Glass. It wasn’t a club that just anyone could walk in; there was exclusive membership and if famous musicians were in town, that was the club they went to. The girls were well taken care of and assured of their safety. They were free from any form of harassment or unwanted attention; their job was just to dance and strip.

Zach said mockingly. Yea he knows him too well. "Okay then," Daniel said and went back to his room. He changed into another dress and they left for the club. Zach was driving why Daniel view the cool scenario of Texas city. The car stopped moving and he looked around him. "You brought me to a strip club?" Daniel asked angrily "Chill dude, we came to catch some fun," Zach said nonchalantly. "Which fun? I hate those stupid hoes called strippers they irritate the hell outta me please get me out of here." Daniel said and walk towards the car when a cab pulled up beside him.

Lucian asked. "I want her." Alexander replied getting up. He walked towards Karl's office. Of course Karl knew who he was why wouldn't he take note of his high end customers. "Mr McCallion I wasn't expecting you tonight." Karl said all smiles. "Is there any girl you want to spend the night with I can make arrangements and..." "The stripper." Alexander said. "Huh?" Karl asked. "You heard me I want the strip dancer." Alexander repeated with a straight face. "Um... I'm so sorry Mr McCallion but... She... Is not..." Karl stammered.

He whined, running his hands through his balding head. Stripping down to fancy underwear and dancing for hundreds of strangers every night was bad enough. Now I had to do it in the VIP section with the worst perverts of all? I heard that the men in the VIP section are allowed to touch or even molest strippers and that thought sent a shiver down my spine. "Mr. Cox, listen to.." "Alright, alright... 200 bucks and that's final." He grumbled, before lighting a cigarette. I let out a frustrated sigh, knowing fully well that I needed the money. I lived with my deadbeat father and younger brother of 9 years, who depended solely on my income. Our rent was due, and I also needed the money to pay up s

If I wasn’t mistaken… some were vibrators. I swallowed thickly as Levi selected two things from the shelf. He turned to face me, brandishing one in his hand—it hummed with a low, powerful vibration even without touching anything. My gaze drifted to the other item he held: not rope, but wide, thin strips of leather, coiled neatly and impossibly long. “Strip… Iyabov moya.” His command was firm, his grin sharp. “I’ll let you taste heaven… and hell.”

“Look, why do you need to bother with what they say? Why don’t you just show them and prove to them that it is wrong to judge you.” “How am I supposed to be unbothered with those things, Andrius? How?” she asked, frustratingly as she stepped backward. “You were right! No matter how I dress, no matter how I try to be your ideal girl, in other people's eyes… I’m just a stripper. A fucking whore!”

I heard the sound of his grinding teeth to my question. “Yeah.” he finally answered. “Are you going to give me more than a one-word answer?” It became silent once again. Between the grinding of his teeth and the tapping on the steering wheel meant he was trying so hard not to snap. “Why are you a stripper?” You can hear the distaste in his question like he hated that his mate dances are naked with other men. “It’s fun that’s why. I don’t need to do it, I want to do it. I know you’re thinking that there is a reason that I had to do this. Well, there isn't anything other than it’s my only talent.”