Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

They had met in the iron club many times and had been on their own all the time, a club striper was new and her name had spread to David Stallone barracks, he missed the last weekends, and for the rumors he planned to visit the next, he arrived for the first time with more than fifteen soldiers guards, and they all had followed him to the club just to see the new stripper everyone has been talking about, though they came a bit earlier than usuals, and performance had not started, the early birds guests sat around drinking wines and gin, it was not so long when the champion arrived, he had his personal Conner where he sat alongside his big chest guards, and as usuals, girls had been flooding

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he said, leaning back. I flipped the pages fast. Employment history at a strip club called The Velvet Room. No family listed, no assets, no education past high school. Several photos showed Adrian on stage, dressed to sell herself to paying men. "She's a stripper," I breathed. "An ex-con. This is perfect." The photos were the best. It had grainy security shots of her entering and leaving the club, the time-stamped and dated. Proof of the life she'd led before she walked into Darcy's house. That evidence carries every detail I needed.

A smear of dried blood ran across her forehead, and her hair—that dark, wild mane—was matted with dust and golden glitter that caught the faint light like dying stars. My heart performed a slow, heavy roll in my chest. She was twenty-two. A girl. A stripper from the Hollows who should have run the second the bomb went off. She had enough thousand dollars with her—enough to disappear, enough to pay for her sister’s life for a month. Instead, she’d dragged a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound "drunk" into a Rolls-Royce and fought off a hit squad. Why? Mate, Leo snarled again.

As the breadwinner in my family, this opportunity came at just the right time. Life took a different route for us. Mom used to work as a stripper, and it's not your everyday story, but it worked for us. I'm 22 now, and my little brother is seven. Different dads – yeah, that's how our family tree shaped up. Growing up without a dad in the picture was just the way it was. Mom did her thing, juggling the bills and bedtime stories. It wasn't the textbook family setup, but it was ours, and it kind of worked. Mom decided to retire from stripping and embrace her 'mommy' groove. At 45, she looks like an angel and defies aging norms. Leaving the stage didn't dim her spark; she swapped stilettos for a

DANTE… I stared intensely at her as she pleasured herself. I knew she was about to cum but I wouldn't let her get relieved so quickly not under my watch, I cupped her soft ass then I lifted her up and placed her on the bed. I could see her bite her lower lip and I knew what she wanted so badly. "How long have you been a stripper?" I asked sensually "Two years" she replied in a hoarse voice and I gritted my teeth, hearing her sweet seductive voice was enough to make me so hard.

And lately, the police have been raiding the bar I work in, my dad bailing me out is nothing new. Yes I am a stripper, I love what I do. I grew up dancing, ballet was my favorite. My dad supported me of course, I graduated from the best prestigious art university. Being a stripper is the best thing to ever happen to me whereas my dad, the wealthiest man in Los Angeles and the US, it is said to bring dishonor to his name and whatnot. My father, the famous multi-billionaire, Charlie Clover just had to have a daughter who is a stripper. It doesn't paint a good picture of his image. So yes, I left everything to be a stripper, and FYI because I am a stripper doesn't make me a prostitute and I don

She responds, eyes wary. "Then find out." Ryder bites through clenched teeth. The womam scurries away on her high heels while Ryder turns back to Lexie. His fists are clenched and shoulders tight as he fights the urge to pummel the man who slips a dollar bill into Lexie's thong. "She's a stripper." Huntet stated talking to himself more than us. He stared at her in disbelief pain twisting his features and worry darkening his forest green eyes. "Not anymore." Ryder growls eyes never leaving her.

The cubicle was the most famous strip club in San Francisco, there, rich personalities were always present and Beatrix was lucky enough to get in there as a stripper. She had been working as a stripper at The cubicle for three months and she loved the job because of her love for dancing. After her first month, she was made the most expensive stripper and was always given a spot to dance at the VIP room where billionaires came not only to feed their eyes but also their sexual desires. As she walked into the building following the entrance meant for workers,

"I have witnessed so many crimes, seen many dangerous people, believe it or not, that raid was not the first to happen, only those other one didn't end in a fire. There is chaos every other day, gang fights and robbery." "People think its all bling and roses, but men ask and do all sorts of things and you know as a stripper you can't report any form of assault, sexual or not by the men that are supposed to be customers and their girlfriends or wives." "Other strippers are not always nice too, especially when I started to get a lot VIP requests, they tried to steal them with sex, when that didn't work very well, I was attacked, beaten to a pulp one night." Tears fell from her eyes. His arms w