Stripper Levi Novels & Stories

*LIAM* I just came here to pass away time.I could still remember everything that happened today vividly in my bedroom when I caught my personal Stripper in bed with another man not just an ordinary man but a man who was supposed to be my friend.one of the things I hated was sharing my property.

Rolling her eyes, Hazel pushed herself off the chair and started walking out of the cafe they were currently sitting in to talk everything through. Jack's warning was ringing in her ears, making her feel dizzy. Who was he to warn her like this? He did not have that kind of authority. She needed to tell him. She needed to ask him to restrict Jack from talking like this to her. Marching through the streets, she mentally prepared herself for her first show tonight as a stripper at Dream Club. A VIP place where many confidential meetings of big Corporations were held.

Sex' the previous week. With a smile, she nodded in acknowledgement of his gesture, and he returned the smile, focusing his eyes again on the stage. Andre danced like a sex robot programmed to induce pleasure and incite arousal, dressed in another pair of black leather pants, the belt and zipper slightly open. His bulge was huge, and his rock hard nipples were bare as well as his hard chest, his body moving flexibly like water. Surrounding him were female strippers who had worn panties, garter belt and red stilettos, their upper bodies designed with artistic red colours.

“Hey. You don’t get to talk about her like that.” “Relax, man,” Xavier smirked. “You’re getting worked up over a stripper?” Leo cut in before I could snap. “Don’t act like she isn’t untouchable now. Your favourite dancer is basically a celebrity. One point one million followers overnight? That’s insane. Did you see her live performance? I was glued to my screen, she was fire, man. Pure fire.” Their laughter grated against me. I clenched my chin, forcing calm, though every word about her on their lips burned me raw. “I see what you’re doing, and I’m not biting. Drop it.”

He exclaimed. "Why do you act surprised? Isn't that the only use we have of her? Stealing drugs, money and merchandise from business partners. Isn't that what you use that stripper for?" He asked Dominick. "Leila can't do that. She almost lost her life the last time and I can't risk it. I'd rather do that myself" he stated.

"Direct? Like we're your personal p**n stars? Bold, sis." "Stepsis," I corrected, my voice steady even as my thighs clenched. "And yes. Strip. Both of you. Let's see if you measure up to those videos." They hesitated for a beat, but the lust was already there, thickening the air. Levi peeled off his shirt first, revealing that chiseled chest, abs flexing as he kicked off his shoes. Nevi followed, slower, his eyes locked on mine the whole time, and their ants dropped next, and there they were, both hard already, cocks thick and veined, jutting out from trimmed bushes. Identical down to the slight curve upward.

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.

QAQ Levi’s ire was provoked, and when Levi was in a bad mood, others absolutely couldn’t be better off than him! “That’s right,” Levi’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he smiled a smile that was not a smile, “Let me hear, which one of you bastards dared to call for strippers?” (ꐦ ◠‿◠) Seeing that familiar look in their boss’ eyes, Levi’s people collectively felt an onset of a crisis. They shrunk their neck, trembling like descaled fish on a chopping board. Fynn’s eyebrow jumped, “Strippers?” Baby Noah was successfully distracted by the change in topic. He momentarily forgot his indignance and patiently explained, “Just before the attack, someone called strippers to the party.”

I saw his eyes roam all over my curves like I was some fresh orange he was planning to buy from the market. "You will work as a stripper for me in my club." "S... Sir?" I'd already done dirty work in Italy. I got to America hoping that I'd get an honest job this time around. "You heard me right. I can help you, but only if you become a stripper in my club. If you don't want it, you'll stay here in the streets. If you want help, follow me", he said and turned to leave. I should've learned my lesson by now, but it was either this or getting raped again.

As the breadwinner in my family, this opportunity came at just the right time. Life took a different route for us. Mom used to work as a stripper, and it's not your everyday story, but it worked for us. I'm 22 now, and my little brother is seven. Different dads – yeah, that's how our family tree shaped up. Growing up without a dad in the picture was just the way it was. Mom did her thing, juggling the bills and bedtime stories. It wasn't the textbook family setup, but it was ours, and it kind of worked. Mom decided to retire from stripping and embrace her 'mommy' groove. At 45, she looks like an angel and defies aging norms. Leaving the stage didn't dim her spark; she swapped stilettos for a