Stripper One Piece Novels & Stories

He lets out a shaky breath before saying, "Look, I don't want to be here, so how about we skip the sex part until it's time for me to leave." Hands on my hips, I scoff. "I am not here to have sex with you," I tell him. "I am just here to strip for you." He still has his back on me, what an odd one. I think to myself. Why pay money if wasn't planning on doing anything to me, a low gasp leaves me when I realize that he might be one of those men who have weird fetishes and desires. But then again, he might just be a poor soul whose friends spent a little too much for him to experience something fun.

She smiled, turning her attention back to the actions going on in the room. "Some call it a brothel, a whorehouse, others a strip club..." She chuckled, rolling her eyes at me. "I call it... Misaki's Pleasure Fortress." One of the strippers in the room was suddenly straddling a man, and that was when I realized that his hands were tied behind him. He couldn't grab or touch her, as he practically drooled in his seat. "Here, we are the ones with the power." Lady Misaki smiled, before turning to look at me.

I flipped Lucy over, grabbed her breast, and pinched her nipple until it turned red. “Shiiit, I need your dick inside me again,” she moaned. I grabbed her ass, pulled her closer, and slammed into her hard, she screamed again. I pulled my tie off the table and shoved it into her mouth to muffle her screams, her voice was getting in the way of my thoughts, and I wanted silence to focus on the image of the stripper. I drilled into her at a fast pace, picturing myself fucking that stripper instead. I imagined her in her black heels, her mask covering half her face, her hair falling down her back as I fucked her relentlessly and she moans my name.

I begged. The girls laughed. “It’s your last night as a free woman.” “Live a little.” I gripped the bottom of my seat when the girls parted and a muscular striper in a mask and leather underwear stalked toward me. He flexed his muscles and shimmied his shoulders as he neared me. I backed up but there was nowhere to go. “Uh, uh?”

, she said as she strut in front of her friend. "Are you fucking serious?" Jenny exclaimed, appalled at the lack of effort. "A bikini and some stripper heels?" "Stripper heels?" "Yes as in heels strippers wear. How did you even get those?" Jenny asked puzzled. "The picture on the website was zoomed out. I thought they were regular heels." "Those heels are the only thing good about that outfit, Ms. Stripperella" "Well what else do we do? I'm out of stuff." "Hold on, I'm thinking." Jennifer furrowed her brow in thought. "Do you still have that old winter coat?"

The top stripper walked in. Her name was Body. She charged the highest price in the club and dressed like she knew it. Tonight she wore nothing but a thin thong strap. A bright blue wig framed her light-skinned face, and her lashes were outrageously long. Her body curved dramatically with the obviousness of BBL surgery. “Honey,” Body drawled, eyeing Zara, “this bitch starting to grow wings or what?” Zara stared at the floor. “I asked you,” Keisha barked again. “What time were you supposed to be here?”

She is wearing a black one-piece, and she is using a sarong to cover her body, just like Seji, but her one-piece is only white. "I don't have one. Just use the longsleeve there. Isn't that yours?” Seji said without looking at me and busy doing something. Well, I can't do anything, but I just wear it for now. I sighed and took it. I should return it, but there's no harm in using it first. It's not mine because it's Maddix's, but maybe he won't think it's his if he sees it. I will use it for now and give it to him after.

Looks at me. "Strip." One word. No please. No preamble. No mood lighting adjustment or glass of wine or five-minute warmup. Just strip. My hands shake as I reach for the zipper at the side of my dress. I pull it down. The dress loosens. I push it off my shoulders and it falls to the hardwood floor with a whisper of fabric. Underneath – black bra, black thong, heels. I reach for the bra clasp. "Stop." He holds up one finger. "Leave it. I didn't say take off the bra. I said strip. The dress."

She reached for the zipper of her dress but I stopped her with a rough hand. "I said strip." I grabbed the neckline of her dress and ripped it down violently. The fabric tore with a loud shred, the expensive material splitting under my hands until her tits spilled free. She gasped but didn't protest. She just stood there while I destroyed her clothing, yanking it off her body in ragged pieces. Her bra was next. I didn't bother with the clasp. I just tore the straps until it fell away, her full tits bouncing. Her panties got the same treatment, the lace shredding in my fists as I ripped them down her thighs.

He groaned, savoring it as every muscle in his body tensed. Finally he pulled back, and Mia gasped loudly and coughed twice. Her breasts rose and fell as she sucked in desperate air. He stroked himself slowly, grinning down at her. “Good girl.” He smiled and turned to Stacey. “Strip. Every piece. I don’t want a single thread left on your body.” Without hesitation, she removed her already unbuttoned shirt, exposing her bare breasts, which were small compared to Mia's. She went on and unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall free, leaving her in just her panties.