Stripper One Piece Novels & Stories

Her choice could decide the fate of millions, yet she does nothing with her power, choosing instead to roll in the pit with the rest of us. “If you have nothing else to accuse me of, I’ll take my leave.” Orlov pulled out a couple of bills, slapped them on the stripper’s ass, and headed for the door. Adrian blocked it, gun in hand. Orlov looked back at me, and after a tense staredown, I nodded to Adrian, who stepped aside to let him pass. The nude stripper, silver stars taped on her nipples and pubic area, prowled toward me. Hips moving in slow motion, she stretched red-clawed fingers toward my chest.

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.

Both women look me up and down before the polished store assistant says “She’s on the smaller size, we just got a new order that I think will be perfect for this. I assume we are charging Mr Stratos’ account?” “That would be correct, so price is no object.” Anna states before turning to me and orders “Strip.” Shock ripples through me at her order. “What right here?” I question her. “Yes. We don’t have a lot of time and no one is due here for a while. You’ll be fine. Now strip.” is her hurried response. I quickly do what she says, mainly because I am scared that if I don't she will come over and do it herself. I’ve just stripped down to my, okay fine they are rather plain; underwear when the

The very people you swore to protect. The stripper ran her fingers down my chest. She reached for one hand of what was supposed to be her bra, but was nothing but a thin rope with two butterfly bows covering her n!ppl£s. This is what you came for, Richie. Get seduced, will you?

I really don't know how to say it so I glanced at the strippers instead. "Ofcourse, darling! Come on! Let's dress you up!" We entered the dressing room and I came out wearing a black one piece lingerie. The cloth at the bottom was very thin, designed with a bunny tail and it could barely cover my private part down there. The upper showed almost half of my cleavage area and the bunny headband had completed the attire. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. "You look so gorgeous, darling! Come on, the customers will love you! Out of the way girls! Let Amora go first!"

“So Lena, what do you do for a living? Lucano here failed to mention anything about you.” I gulped down my food quickly, clearing my mouth before I spoke. “My dream is to become a surgeon. But I’m a…” The words stuck in my throat, and my mouth suddenly became dry as cotton. “Go on, dear,” Mr Baricelli motioned. “I’m a stripper in your son’s club.” Santos spewed out drink from his mouth. Patricia’s spoon fell, clanking against the plate before hitting the floor. Mr Baricelli’s fork froze midair.

As he left the bathroom, his thoughts took over. 'Fuck, kiss that little stripper was so good, so fucking delicious that almost turned me on, his lips are so soft and his hair... makes me feel the need to pull it hard, his waist being thinner than I thought, driving me crazy’ 'I wanna kiss him more, I wanna cuddle him, I want him…'

James stripped off his shirt without hesitation, muscles flexing as he tossed it aside, then kicked off his shoes and trousers. He stood in nothing but black boxers, cock already half-hard, the outline thick and heavy. “Strip,” he said, eyes locked on her. “Everything.” Lila’s fingers shook as she untied her apron, unbuttoned her blouse, let it fall. Bra next, nipples hardening in the evening air. Skirt slid down her legs, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and stood in only the black lace panties, caramel skin glowing in the sunset.