Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

My tone was firm. She chuckled, shaking her head. “Okay, calm down, don’t get all serious on me. I work as a stripper.” I blinked, stunned, “What?” “Yes,” she said proudly, “but not just anywhere, I strip in one of the most expensive clubs in New York.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my pounding heart as I ducked through the familiar back entrance of Voyeur, the city's most bustling club. My heart pounded as I slipped through the back door of Voyeur, the thumping bass and raunchy laughter wrapping around me. In the dressing room, three of Voyeur's most popular strippers, Violetta, Wendy, and Michelle lounged amidst a haze of hairspray and perfume. Violetta beamed at me, waving a wad of hard-earned spoils from the night. Despite the grime, there was a familiar sisterhood between us girls who knew the harsh reality we embraced.

Enzo pleaded. The hatred I shot him with my eyes was unintentional. My throat ached with words and screams. Instead of responding, I pulled out my phone and showed him a headline. Drunk Man Abuses Stripper at Closed Curtain Club. “Reporters barely report what happens here. The women working here are mothers, sisters, and daughters. They face violence outside and come back to meet the same thing here, just to make ten percent of their tips. That’s slavery.” I unlocked my door and stepped out. Arash and Enzo followed quickly.

Noah had a male stripper paid handsomely in order to get Adrainna drunk and source out some information from her. The stripper agreed to do exactly as they had told him to after receiving a payment that he wouldn't be able to get that night. They waited patiently as Adrainna came into the club as they were told. They watched her get herself drunk in a stupor with the strippers surrounding her as they always did. She continued to drink and laugh out loud like a maniac. Sometimes she tried to cry and complain, but since she was farther away from them, they could hardly hear what Adrainna was saying. Though they were not worried because the stripper they paid would tell them all what Adrainna w

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.

*LIAM* I just came here to pass away time.I could still remember everything that happened today vividly in my bedroom when I caught my personal Stripper in bed with another man not just an ordinary man but a man who was supposed to be my friend.one of the things I hated was sharing my property.

I gasped between giggles. Red wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “It wasn’t really awkward. Like I said earlier, I strip for everyone, not just the men. And those ladies… they are mostly wild. Doing all kinds of things to our bodies…” I raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “With that kind of body, who wouldn’t get carried away?” Red giggled and struck a playful pose. “We always have to stay in shape so we don’t lose our income. As a stripper, your body is your greatest asset.”

Rolling her eyes, Hazel pushed herself off the chair and started walking out of the cafe they were currently sitting in to talk everything through. Jack's warning was ringing in her ears, making her feel dizzy. Who was he to warn her like this? He did not have that kind of authority. She needed to tell him. She needed to ask him to restrict Jack from talking like this to her. Marching through the streets, she mentally prepared herself for her first show tonight as a stripper at Dream Club. A VIP place where many confidential meetings of big Corporations were held.

Non predicted they'd grow so fond of each other. From a one night stripper to a private Stripper. From that to a contract wife and finally to being a proud mother. She couldn't ask for anything else.

She said with a bit of force she tried to kick him again, but she failed. He let out a chuckle. “It is a universal fact that strippers are all sluts. Otherwise, why would you choose this field, huh? Your job is to please men. Now, do your job quietly. Otherwise, I know how to make sluts as you work.” He spat as he sped up the movement of his dirty lips on her neck. She had never been this offended before in her life. She had never felt as ashamed of her choices as she did at that moment. She had surely come across men who wanted to have their way with her, but she always resisted. He was some different kind of breed though.