Stripper Levi Novels & Stories

He added, making a gesture as he pointed to my lingerie. He pulled me closer and held my face in his palm as he brought his lips closer to mine, the thought of having to kiss a completely old stranger made me retch and I had almost puked all over him, controlling myself, I pulled away from his touch and I could see the angry look in his eyes. “You’re not paying me to kiss or sleep with you, I get paid to strip, I’m a stripper and not a slut!” I said firmly, trying to stand up but I felt a pull on my hand that made me sit back down at once.

‘I … I wasn’t I was just making a copy for …’ ‘Don’t lie to me on top of everything else! You need to start answering my questions, because if it’s what I think it is, answering my questions are the least of your worries,’ he glares at me challengingly not to lie to him, he’s right though, it’s only going to get worse from here. 'Strip' his eyes glinted devilishly as he taunted me. My blood ran cold. There was no way I was going to strip for my boss, the CEO.

*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.

She had worn a garter belt and net stockings, with heels made for the pole. Clara guessed immediately that she was one of the strippers, but unlike the others without any form of identity, she bore the name tag, 'Krystal' in between her exposed breasts. Red lipstick coated her full lips, and her face was covered in a lace mask similar to hers. She carried an iPad, her lips parting in a smile when she got close to them. "Mr. A..." She addressed Andre with a knowing smile, before taking a glance at her. "Krystal, you're working hard, I see."

The crowd went quiet for a split second, and I saw the color drain from Tyler’s face. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “And don't think for a second I buy it's from your bachelor's party days ago. I'm not stupid! A stripper doesn't wear expensive, limited-edition underwear, drenched in perfume!” I continued, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Not one that Vivian would wear." I scoffed. "Even if there was a stripper who made enough, she wouldn't be more than two sizes smaller than me."

“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.”

"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.