Stripper Levi Novels & Stories

My heart gave a hard thump. “The stripper?” one of the girls asked, a giggle in her voice. “Yeah. Works at that club, Onyx. Heard she gives private dances in the back rooms for extra cash. Real private.” Heat rushed to my face. I kept walking, my legs feeling stiff. “I heard she’s hooked up with, like, all of them,” the other guy chimed in. “Jeremy Blackwood, obviously. But the brothers too. Raphael, Caspian… even the quiet one, Silas. She’s like a… a house pet. For all of them.”

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'm warning you. “It doesn't change anything, we can't accept her…” She's no longer a stripper, Zayden cut me off sharply. She's the daughter of an Alpha. I don't know how that happened and I don't care. That secret stays buried. Claim her.

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.

Alexander said and Samantha walked towards him taking the document from him and going through it again. Well he was true to his words and added her terms. Samantha signed the contract and Alexander also place his signature on the papers. "I guess this is official then. Partner." Alexander smiled and Samantha nodded. "I guess we should get down to business." "Strip." Alexander ordered. Samantha wondered why she was feeling shy in front of him. She worked as a stripper in Karl's club. She took deep breaths and began taking off her clothes. Alexander kept watching her, he couldn't believe he was finally getting what he wanted.

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.”

“Dylan is always like that, and I hate it that Beatrice seems to told them—” She looked up, “about my recent job? Well, your brother was right. I’m a stripper and a stripper like me will never be fated to be in love—to experience love. We’re just—” Andrius cupped her face and let her look at him. “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.”