Stripper One Piece 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.”

And it’s motherfucking scary…” I dragged myself on my knees seductively towards the hungry audience. They needed a good view for their money and I would give them one. I laid flat again and moved my fingers through my tummy to my panties. The crowd cheered for more. Stupid dumb people. ‘…I’ll put the ring on when you’re ready, we play our fantasies out in real-life ways…’ My eyes caught a dark figure among the crowds. I couldn’t get a clear glimpse of his face because of how rowdy the crowds were. But I could feel his stares at me. He was in a suit. Who wears a suit to a fucking stripper club?

She looked like a cute tomboy and he felt like giving her his whole wardrobe so he could watch her try on his different outfits. He could not wait to see what other kind of different layers she had. “They look like they were made just for you,” he answered with a small smile. “Thank you; I really don’t know how I can thank you enough.” Rose said with grateful eyes. She had been scared about how this night would go because she was not a professional stripper. She was glad that she had not met some ogre who tossed her out immediately she fell off the pole the first time. “Can you cook?” Wayne suddenly asked out of the blue.

Chapter 33 – Deal: No Turning Back Third Person POV Kiara then submitted and entered the dressing room, changing into her casual clothes, wrapping herself, wiping off the make up from her face, wearing on her sneakers, and removing any sign of being a stripper. She is just Kiara now, not Kiara the stripper, neither Kiara the architect, just Kiara. When she came out from the dressing room, she walked back to him with her bag on her one shoulder.

“I’m not holding back.” “Good. I don’t want you to.” I squeezed my pussy around his fingers. “I want it rough. I want you to lose control and pound me.” The elevator stopped. We fixed our clothes fast and walked to the studio. I locked the door behind us and turned to him. “Strip,” I said. “I want to see everything.” He pulled his clothes off fast. His cock was already rock hard, thick and pointing straight up, precum dripping from the tip. I took my top and shorts off too. We stood naked facing each other.

"You gotta understand something." I blinked up at him, my heart about ready to explode. "This isn’t just a strip show," he continued, a slow, wicked smile tugging at his mouth. "This is personal. You don’t get to sit there and look pretty without paying the price." I swallowed hard. "What's... the price?" His thumb brushed my lower lip, making my stomach flip. "You," he said simply. "I want all of you. Every look. Every sound. Every second you fall apart watching me... it’s mine."

I grinned against her skin and took a bigger bite of the roll still in her hand, then smeared more icing deliberately over her left nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Rhea moaned, her head falling back. “Kai, shit…” I took my time, licking every sticky drop off her breasts, then moving lower, dragging my tongue down her stomach. When I reached the waistband of her tiny panties, I looked up at her with a wicked smile. “These are in the way.” Before she could reply, I hooked my fingers in the lace and ripped them off in one quick motion. Rhea gasped, half laughing. “You animal!” “You started it,” I said, spreading her legs wider.

That I couldn't get paid anywhere else. There I stood rubbing my ass up and down the pole stripping from my firewoman playout fit. Tonight was " acting night" and every stripper had to play the role of a naughty girl at work. I was wearing a very short blue and yellow skirt that exposed my blue thong and my shirt was bright red for fire it barely covered my huge breasts. I slowly unbuttoned each button and then I bent down opening my legs widely to the crowd. They all screamed as they saw my pussy half exposed, They love it.

He let out a dark chuckle and adjusted himself in his seat while I dropped to the floor and spread my legs before coming back up slowly, He licked his lips, and I took this as a sign to straddle his lap. "Let me see your breasts and I'll give you 5,000 dollars" He spoke keeping his hands on his sides trying his best not to touch me as you weren't allowed to touch strippers at this club. "I don't do that sir" I state roaming my hands over his broad shoulders and he smirks. "I'll give you 10,000, I won't touch I just want to see" He says and I notice a

” I answered. Again, Massimo turned to eye me, he looked at my boobs for a long time then with a dismissive shrug said; “well, those boobs say otherwise, they’re too enormous to pass through those small spaces.” Ouch, true though! “You’re forgetting that I am a stripper!… Was a stripper and things like this are easy to do for me!” I spat in annoyance. “I can control and contort my body better than you can to your buffed-up thick walls of muscle!” I snarled.