Stripper One Piece Novels & Stories

She stood there, her breath shaky, fingers brushing nervously against her sides. “Strip,” he ordered. Her eyes widened, pulse thundering. “Right here? Now?” Right. No questions allowed. She clenched her jaw, fighting the sting of humiliation that mixed with a strange thrill crawling along her skin. The awareness of his eyes on her was heavy and warm. Slowly, her fingers went to the first button of her oversized shirt. Her hands shook, but she kept going, even as heat crept up her neck. She shut her eyes, trying to block out the embarrassment, trying to swallow down the vulnerability biting at her.

All watching to see what I'd do. A test. Another fucking test. The stripper didn't wait for permission. Just started moving. Dancing close. Too close. His hands reached for my shoulders. I let him. For exactly three seconds. Because across the room, I felt Kayden's attention snap to me like a physical force. The stripper leaned in, breath hot against my ear. "Relax, beautiful. I'll make this good for you." His hand slid down my arm. And suddenly, he was gone. Kayden had crossed the room in seconds. Grabbed the stripper by the back of his neck. Yanked him away from me with casual violence.

"Actually, I think I saw it on Naomi Campbell, or someone like that, and thought you'd look good in it. Still, if you want something different..." Lucy looked down to see that she was now wearing a one-piece swimsuit composed of two strips of white, stretch mesh fabric that dropped from her shoulders, across her nipples, to join into little more than a pouch for her pussy. She could feel the thin strip of fabric that was parting her ass cheeks before dividing to go up her back to her shoulders again. Her nipples hardened at the sight of the almost transparent garment she was now wearing. "That's better," she said. Her mouth was dry. "If we make love here, I'll get sand in all the wrong place

When I manage to escape the strong arms caging me, I make my way over to her and she hands me a black one piece swimsuit. “If you don’t like it, I can pick up something else for you.” She calls from the other side of the screen. It couldn’t be more perfect. The stretchy, black fabric clings and fits like a second skin. The gathered, wrap over style top section makes my chest look full and high. There is a short skirt attached at the waist, which hangs to the middle of my thighs, covering the worst of my scars. The back is open and I’m aware of how much skin, how many scars, are on show, but honestly, I’m too excited to get in the water to care.

Dee paused her words to give us the of-course-I'm-not-going-to-follow-his-order eyes. "There was something about the prima stripper, she always declines lap dances. So I was glad to take her clients away from her. Who knew people have fetishes with ballerina figures? Anyway, yesterday one of those dangerous men in suits brought another man, he acted and looked like he was their boss, you know... he was acting all order-y to his minions. Oh, and the diamond-encrusted watch also tipped him off." Again she let out another moan after a bite. Cassidy shook her head and told Dee to swallow quickly and continue the story.

Since I couldn’t find Paul and I couldn’t go home immediately either, I decided to wait for the strip dance. The first stripper came on stage and gosh! Her entire physique screamed my name. She wore a pepper red lingerie, with a red wig, red lips, green eyes, a thong, and a mask over her face. She danced so well. The way she moved her body and waist called my name. The whole time I couldn’t help but imagine her untop of me giving me a good ride. My eyes were on her the whole time “I think I want this one”, I thought to myself.

He shuts the door behind him. Pulling out the outfit he gave me, my stomach twists, and turns. It is a truly short one-piece leather corset dress, strapless with lace as the skirt. It looks like one of those dresses you would find in a sex store to do roll play with. “No fucking way!” scrutinizing this small piece of material, I start to question my decisions. Immediately my mind starts to wander to a woman with a whip and police hat. "What the...." I shake my head, there is no way in hell I am wearing this. If he thought I’m going to wear this he must be mad.

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.