Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

She countered and he laughed. "How about I drive you to a hotel and hand you over to someone else, you'll be lucky to get released without paying any ransom" "But..but..but" "I’m poor, I need money to get rich and also get more strippers" He taunted. "Why do you like strippers? are they better than other girls?. Strippers are the cheapest you could afford I guess” "You see, yes. Strippers are sexier, great lovers and also they drive you insane" He whispered into her ear and opened the room.

I then made my way out of the changing room. The dark lights and the screaming from the audience filled the room, but I didn't let that get to me as I began to strip. The lustful eyes of customers at the club that night did nothing to help. They threw money and whistled in my direction. One thing about stripping at Sin City is that customers are not allowed to take pictures or videos of the strippers while they strip. If you're caught, the perpetrators are made to pay heavily for it. After my session, I was on my way to the changing room when one of the men walked towards me. "What is it?" Oskar asked, and that stood at my side.

His face was blank as he kept looking at me so I continued. "I was a stripper and yes I danced for money. I spent two years working there until I decided that I couldn't anymore. So I ran away and now Zed wants me back. He kidnapped me and was planning to take me to a club in LA to work for him again. I...I just couldn't do it. I've worked so hard to leave that life behind and I built something here. I have plans and dreams and even thou my past still haunts me I-"

“Okay, Alpha. My turn’s over. Ask something fun.” We kept going. She asked about the dumbest injury I’d ever gotten in a fight (a rogue once managed to bite my ass; Derrick still hasn’t let me live it down). I asked if she ever practiced stripping to actual music . She said yes to that. By the time the dessert plates were empty, her cheeks were pink from wine and laughter, and my wolf had gone quiet in a way that felt almost peaceful. When the last plate was cleared I set my napkin down. “There’s somewhere else I want to take you tonight.”

But almost immediately something caught Nate attention, he saw female strippers dancing at the poles and a lot of men flocking around, throwing money at them, he smile immediately, thinking about how he is gonna tear the expensive shirt he is putting on. Ethan turned and saw him looking at that direction. “Looking at the female strippers? Did you female fûcking them?” Ethan asked. “Yeah, I will surely become one of them tonight, I need to get some fresh pûssy and money” he replied showing off his teeth. “Did you know it’s not funny? There’s nothing like male stripper? What will happen if one of your father business partner meet you here?” Ethan asked. “I can see you care so much about me, bu

Alexander said and Samantha walked towards him taking the document from him and going through it again. Well he was true to his words and added her terms. Samantha signed the contract and Alexander also place his signature on the papers. "I guess this is official then. Partner." Alexander smiled and Samantha nodded. "I guess we should get down to business." "Strip." Alexander ordered. Samantha wondered why she was feeling shy in front of him. She worked as a stripper in Karl's club. She took deep breaths and began taking off her clothes. Alexander kept watching her, he couldn't believe he was finally getting what he wanted.

Just when he closed his mouth the two males, Lewis and Winters, got to their table. "Hi, school stripper" Said Mikhail Winters. "Hi, school slut" Said him with a smirk on his lips. "Oh he's feisty today, I see! Did you fuck with some nice guy yesterday after your job?" "What? Shut the fuck up, Winters! I'm not a slut like you, I don't fuck every person I see, I just dance there for your information." "Are you sure? You seem too happy and confident today, you probably got some dick last night"

“What the fuck is going on here? So we have a fight, and you come running to a prostitute?” "Oh, calm down, babe, chill; she’s my infertile wife.” He turned to the stripper, who planned to run, but I held her back by her hair. “Ouch!” She cried in pain. “I also didn’t tell you that my wife was strong.” He teased not caring as he took a sip of whatever he was drinking. The stripper was wearing a mask, so I couldn’t make out her facial features until my eyes landed on the birthmark on her wrist. I aimed to remove her mask, but she struggled. People instead of stopping us were cheering—including Clinton, who was now betting.

Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Adrian's POV I listened to my mother's story. Cold, dark and intriguing. Where was she driving? I patiently listened while waiting. “So Mom, what happened living in your Aunt's house?” “I ran out of my Aunt's house and fell into the hands of a Madame stripper. She introduced me to the stripping business. I started work as a virgin but lost it with numerous nights servicing clients. At first I felt despicable and all the worst feelings packed in one but as time went by the feelings began to wane. I kept working till the night I met your father in the club...” She pauses.

Marie cried out as her orgasm rocked through her but that didn’t stop the stripper as he gave her a devilish smile and began to circle round her clit while thrusting deeply into her. Marie wasn’t sure her legs worked anymore as a second orgasm began to build. The stripper spanked her ass from behind, giving a loud smack as he moved in and out rapidly. “You’re daddy’s little whore,” he grunted, watching as her eyes rolled to the back. Her pissy tightened around his cock as she came again, tears spilling from her eyes. The stripper thrusted a few more times and pulled out quickly, rubbing the tip of his cock as he came all over Marie’s body.