Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

But Ophelia is precious and will always be in his heart if he decides to have another child. Ricca paused when she realized what this is, the other girls that were kept here all had a similar story just like hers. She’s a stripper working off hard to survive, before she landed herself into trouble by believing the part that modeling would get her more money than actually selling her body off. “I’m a stripper.” She said, gasping when his hands moved down to her pantries, she feet his cold long hands tear her panties leaving her naked before he hardly thrusts in two fingers deep inside of her.

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.”

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

I just finished my task and about to go home since I still have classes tomorrow. As I walked in the pavement, refusing to ride the taxi due to the expensive fare, I had decided to just walk a kilometer instead to reach the nearest bus stop that would lead me to the street where I live with my mother and little brother, I gave a thought about my life. Kiara Stones, 22 years old and an architecture student of Himalaya University, a quiet and timid person during day, but a very different person during the night. And yes, I am a stripper at Desire Night Club. Yes I dance and strip but not totally to the point that I am totally naked. I and the other girls wear seductive and revealing dresses an

she replied. Lucas gently pulled her to sit beside him. "Trust me, you're not the problem," he said, finishing his glass of whiskey. The stripper chuckled softly. "You seem stressed. Maybe you should go home," she suggested. "I am searching for someone, a stripper, with a stunning glass complexion, blonde hair, and—" Lucas hesitated, his words jumbling together. "If a stripper can provoke such turmoil within you, she must be extraordinary," the stripper remarked. "I am not too sure about that, I simply want to see her. It appears as though she vanished into thin air," Lucas admitted, pouring another glass of whiskey.

When they moved to Virginia, she continued working as a stripper together with her sister. Sasha worked at an underground strip club in Springfield. And because of her, the place gained fame in all of Grayson. This fame even extended to Fairfax and other neighboring cities and counties. Being the club’s star stripper, her managers have been strict in following her rules. No customer was allowed to touch her, and they couldn't take her out. Even the rich men who visited the club can’t bend Sasha’s rules. Regardless of the amount they were willing to pay. The star stripper named Sasha turned out to be Maxine Winther. Looking at her, Sean still couldn’t be convinced that she was the person he w

Again, a lot has happened in the past week I broke up with Fred. I became a stripper, escaped the mafia gang and finally became a submissive for a stranger. I could understand if Fred was caught off guard. “It is none of your business” I gritted my teeth, shoving him off coldly. We are done, it's none of his concern and he shouldn't be interrogating me like we still had a thing going on.

If Raymond was the most aggressive of the three, I needed every minute of his absence to gather what was left of myself. I threw back the covers, my body aching in places I hadn't felt in years. I stood up, watching the white streaks of Richard’s release trickle down the inside of my thighs. I stripped off the ruined black lace dress, the fabric feeling like sandpaper against my sensitive skin, and shoved it deep into the laundry basket.

Daniel said staring at his mom "Well, well, well ... I will start ... her parents were killed by unknown gangsters, she grew up in the street ,she got to know a friend from there .. She started her stripping business at an early age , she was fifteen when she joined... Got raped by some hoodlums around sixteen years old... Which leads to the loss of her virginity... "oh my gosh,, it's horrible " Daniel exclaimed "let me continue and don't distract me "Mrs Sarah said The owner of the strip club was a lady, but she got raped by her husband, around eighteen years old.." she said she almost ran mad" she was being counselled from one counselor to the other... Her best friend was around to pet the

She asks and he gets to work again. “So…how did you…” I begin, unsure of how to phrase what I’m about to say. “Did you always want to be…” I trail off but she just giggles. “A stripper?” She asks and I nod. “Yeah…yeah, a stripper.” “Oh sweetie,” she says, turning to me and I can see a bit of pain in her brown eyes, “I don’t think anyone ever plans to be or wants to be a stripper. I sure know I’ve never heard a kid say they’re aspiring to strip for money. But somehow, some of us just end up here. My story is I needed money to finish college after my parents kicked me out because I got pregnant.” She says and the bartender hands her another glass.