Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

Lily's POV My heels clicked reluctantly on the ground as I walked towards the private section of the club. As I passed by, I heard catcalls and lewd remarks from men about my semi nude body that made my skin crawl. This was a part of my job that hard to get used to, I felt so naked in front of all these men and their eyes raped me without consent… Well I guess, I was automatically consenting given my job as a stripper. I preferred my day job as a bartender more, they were less jerks and I didn't have to wear revealing clothing. But as a single mother caring for a five year old son diagnosed with down syndrome, I need the double income so I was willing to do anything.

I get close to the pain in my hip because it hit the floor wrong. "So, The Stripper is here," he shouted loudly causing everyone to look at us. "Stacey don't do this," I said weakly but instead of speaking she laughed and they started throwing eggs at me. “How dare you flirt with Fred, you know his courting me and yet you choose to flirt with him, what is your plan to take his money with your body? You are such a disgusting bitch!” I just bowed down, even though it was painful for them to throw eggs at me.

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She was struggling, hitting his hands, but it didn’t have any effect on him. “Because you're a f**king bitch. A stripper, a goddamn slut!” he said angrily, hardening his hand on her neck. Nora was struggling hard to breathe. Then Lorenzo suddenly let her go, as if he was just remembering something, and she fell to the ground and collapsed. Lorenzo bent down and touched her neck to make sure she was still alive, but she was still breathing faintly.

there is no way I would let him see my nakedness. "Why are you hesitating to strip? As far as I can remember,you were a stripper when u first met you,that was your job then"he said to me. Tears clouded in my eyes once more. "Strip"he repeated,this time around in a cold tone. "Please,I beg you, don't do this"I pleaded,maybe he might change his mind.just maybe. "Seems you are forgetting the contract,I won't repeat myself again,strip now"he said to me.

“Maybe both. I canceled a big client dinner tonight just to be here.” I raised an eyebrow and walked toward him slowly. “That’s a lot of money to waste on a stripper.” “You’re not just a stripper,” he said, voice low. “Not to me. Not anymore.” I stopped right in front of him and pushed him down onto the couch. “Careful with that sweet talk. I might start believing you.” He looked up at me. “I’m serious, Destiny. I don’t want to just watch anymore. I want all of you. Real. No rules. No games.”

I didn’t respond, feeling as if I were slowly being backed into a trap. “It does take quite a bit of effort to work two jobs to pay the bills,” Amber added, a smile in her voice. And then it hit me. I knew exactly what was happening, and like a runaway train, there was no way I could stop it without fatalities. “You’re such an inspiration for your bravery. I don’t know how you managed to do it,” Stacey pressed her hand to her head dramatically as her eyes swept across the faces of the other women, gauging their reactions as she let go of the ticking time bomb she was holding. “Working as a stripper for all those years!”

“So why a stripper?” I let the silence stretch. Then I cut it clean. “Because I don’t do girlfriends. I don’t do soft. And marrying a stripper is payback to a man who thought he could dictate my life even after he was six feet under.” The words dropped like a verdict. No tremor. No heat. A fact laid out on cold concrete. Her eyes sharpened. Not softer. Sharper. I watched the math in them shift from insult to opportunity to test. “What does payback buy me?” she asked.

The moment she said those words, he was reminded of what she really was—just a woman who entertained men for money. His jaw clenched. What a slut. They’re all just after money. His anger flared. This woman would do anything for the right price. Sex. Blowjobs. Stripping. Anything for a few bills. And he hated that about her. For a moment, he had forgotten that she was just a stripper he picked up to satisfy his lust. "Get out. Fix yourself and leave," he ordered coldly, tucking himself back into his pants.

Aiden was intensely glaring at Daisy and says "Do I know you? I think I have seen you in a strip club once. You a stripper?" "What's a stripper?" Asks Penny. "People who wear strips" covers Genelia. "Aiden's uncle is wearing a striped shirt. Is he a stripper?" Asks Penny. Genelia and Asher bust out laughing but Aiden had a hard look on his face and tried hard to remember where he had seen Daisy. "I know I have seen her in a strip club but I don't remember when and where I saw her or even with whom," says Aiden seated in a chair in his room.