Stripper One Piece Novels & Stories

“Extra, extra large. Super magnum. That bad boy’s gotta be at least ten inches.” AJ eyed the stripper, whose junk was peeping out of the top of a metallic snakeskin G-string. The man looked little more than a boy. With his hands fluffing his shaggy rock star hair and the seductive way his slender hips gyrated, she knew no mere boy could move like that.

“Why me? Why do you like me? I’m a single mom… And a stripper. You, of all people, know about it. But why?” Jeremy shrugged. “I don’t know, but that’s what I felt for you. Or maybe because you are such a great person, a loving mother, and a person with dignity.” Jeremy sneered. “You’re also beautiful, sexy, mysterious, and quite a tease.” He grinned, which had her roll her eyes. Jeremy chuckled at her reactions, which made Felicity smile, too.

Kaira chuckled. The east wing had been converted into a glowing, hedonistic nightmare. Neon lights, velvet ropes, and actual strippers on podiums. Men. Women. Both. Equal-opportunity chaos. I’d brought New Orleans grit into their white-collar palace, and if the Lachlans wanted a war, I’d give them one in heels and sequins. Craig and Julian thought they could bury me with their headlines—Shameless Stripper Steals Lachlan Empire? I’m rewriting the script. Tonight, I’m the hurricane, and they’re about to drown.

Fiery red hair cascaded down her back, and when her ocean blue eyes met mine across the room, they widened in pure shock. “Mate!” she whispered. Then she tore her gaze away and continued her dance, her hips swaying in a sensual move. My eyes raked over her body shamelessly. She was a fucking goddess! Perfect breasts, a tiny cinched waist, long toned legs, her skin glowed under the harsh stage's light. “Our mate is beautiful,” Zayden purred, awe and hunger mixing in his voice. “You know damn well we can't accept her as our mate. A stripper omega as Luna? My family, the kingdom, or the council. None of us would ever accept her standing beside me on the throne,” I snapped at him.

I started to have teary as fear runs into my whole system. I look at this guy facing the glass window of this room, a tall and masculine body of a man showed up. He has long legs and a great body built and posture. He’s wearing a black matte long sleeve shirt, folded the sleeve up to his arms, and black pants and oxford shoes. His hair is black as a raven. Making him look scary and powerful. Who will pay a hundred thousand for a stripper?

She could feel their sticks touching her jeans, but it didn’t even excite her. Crossing her arms over her chest, both men left Jada and danced around, causing the rest of the girls to start screaming. On her way back to the couch, Bambi holds his hand up. He’s asking her to stay where she is, so she does. Seconds after, another stripper showed up, wearing boxer briefs. The stripper has a mask covering his face, but his shining, shimmering abs are exposed. Jada couldn’t take her eyes off them. She can see him grinning as he approaches her.

SHERA After locking the door behind me, I was set to ruin Leila's life in this mansion, hopefully she doesn't come back before I'm done. I need to hurry up. I quickly took off my short gown and walked slowly towards the male stripper I ordered. His eyes were fixated on me, like a hungry lion who had just seen it's prey. "Pull out the condom and wear it" I ordered the stripper and he did as told. I laid on the bed butt ass naked waiting to be pounded by this huge mysterious stranger. He pulled off his wears, leaving nothing to shade his impeccable huge muscles and massive stallion.

She wasn't the one to care if I banged my head on the wall or not, instead she remained nonchalant and would even laugh at my downfall. I think I was a little bit lost because she tapped me and repeated the question. I looked her in the eyes, raised her chin with my thumb to look into mine then I smiled. I couldn't resist the smile, she had been a very good girl and she deserved an award. She was still putting on a cloth, I looked at her with a smirk. I said softly, almost like a whisper, “ Strip for daddy.” She nodded. She was quite obedient today, the net gown slid down her petite body.. next was the lacy pant that stuck to her wet pussy.

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?”