Stripper Levi Novels & Stories

Right about time. Levi was fully dressed in a three-piece black layer suit, a different brand of shoe which I am sure is very expensive. He stared at me, his eyes scanning my clothes. His gaze lingered longer on my exposed skin, then he hurriedly moved his gaze, as if he regretted That he stared. I grinned. “And good morning to you too sir.” He didn't return the smile, he just walked straight to the counter, placing his phone on it as he sipped his coffee.

Levi's hand moved up and started to pull down on the waistband of his briefs, threatening to free the enormous cock underneath. "Levi, don't!" his mother called out. "Don't ... take it out." But he didn't listen. He pulled the band of his briefs down, tucking it under his balls while his bulky cock wagged back and forth in front of his stunned mother. Holding his briefs down with one hand, Levi curled the other around his cock and began slowly stroking his iron-hard stalk. "Levi, don't," she repeated, this time in barely a whisper.

She responds, eyes wary. "Then find out." Ryder bites through clenched teeth. The womam scurries away on her high heels while Ryder turns back to Lexie. His fists are clenched and shoulders tight as he fights the urge to pummel the man who slips a dollar bill into Lexie's thong. "She's a stripper." Huntet stated talking to himself more than us. He stared at her in disbelief pain twisting his features and worry darkening his forest green eyes. "Not anymore." Ryder growls eyes never leaving her.

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

I said as I handed her the cloth to clean the water on the floor. “I understand, but why would you ever choose to be a stripper? Do you know what does that job do?!” she said and started wiping the floor using her feet. “Strippers use and sell their body for money, you’ll dance in front of the stage while stripping in front of those dirty thirsty perverted guys,” she said and look at me.

“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.

When they moved to Virginia, she continued working as a stripper together with her sister. Sasha worked at an underground strip club in Springfield. And because of her, the place gained fame in all of Grayson. This fame even extended to Fairfax and other neighboring cities and counties. Being the club’s star stripper, her managers have been strict in following her rules. No customer was allowed to touch her, and they couldn't take her out. Even the rich men who visited the club can’t bend Sasha’s rules. Regardless of the amount they were willing to pay. The star stripper named Sasha turned out to be Maxine Winther. Looking at her, Sean still couldn’t be convinced that she was the person he w

Levi pulled away slowly, his lips shiny with my cum, and he stood up, wiping his face with his forearm while staring down at me. “Taste so fucking good when you squirt like that,” he said, his voice rough with lust, and he unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking as he shoved his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free, long and thick, veins bulging along the shaft, the head purple and leaking pre-cum. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, eyes on my still-twitching pussy. But he didn’t slide in yet.

Levi growls possessively when I walk out in my bathing suit, coverup, and flipflops. “Look at my sexy mate,” he says. Since he’s only wearing swim trunks, I struggle to respond. Sexy mate indeed. He chuckles, leaning down to kiss me. “Come on. My mate’s polar bear side wants to go swimming.” We all get in the elevator and I look at Levi. “So, where is my apartment compared to yours?” He grins at me. “Right next door.” “Really?” Of course I’ve been to Levi’s apartment. He wanted to show it to me the moment he started working for Holstin Enterprises. “Wait. You said you talked to Alpha Liam. Did you ask him about giving me a job?”

she stammered and tried to regain her composure. Levi wasn't just any man. He was the heir to one of the world’s most powerful business empires, the only son of a billionaire mogul who had built his fortune with ruthless precision. From a young age, Levi had been groomed to take over the family dynasty, his path seemingly set in stone. But instead of merely stepping into his father’s shadow, he had chosen a different route.