Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

She's been in this kind of work for three years. Before, she dreamed of becoming a fashion designer, but it changed after Felicity gave birth to her son. She only wants the best for her son. And she will do everything she can to reach her dream for him… To give him everything he needs. Even if selling her body is the only way, she will eat all the insults and judgments they have on her just to feed her son proper food and give her son a decent place to live. “I won’t mind if they called me HAPPY THE STRIPPER, as long as my son is alive.”

While we’re all in competition, sometimes working in pairs and looking out for each other has its perks. Some young women begin stripping with an unrealistic idealization of the job. It has the allure of fast cash and seems like a way to improve your situation, give yourself more options, or move up in the world. You seldom think about the negative aspects until you’re doing it. While there is the potential to earn a decent amount of money, the exact amount can vary drastically on any given day and depend on both the club and its typical clients. And then again,there is the dangers that comes with being a stripper, and I must admit, the danger far outweighs the benefits. Take for example, I’

Fuck. “At the strip club—” “How bad is it?” I cut him off. He showed me the images on his phone’s screen. The pictures were taken when that stripper came passing and I dragged her to my lap and talked into her ear. What was depicted in these photos was far from what really happened. It totally looked like I was making out with her here. “And rumours are going around that you have another woman pregnant and a fiancé that you are supposed to get married to. Who—” He coughed, finding it difficult to say it.

Adrienne snapped. "Did I ever mention that I used to be a stripper?" he asked suddenly. "No, you never mentioned that. And why are you constantly changing the subject?" she asked impatiently. "Well, I wasn't exactly a professional stripper. In my free time, I would strip and dance provocatively on a chair, pretending it was a girl. But then, I met someone who made me feel emotions I had never experienced before. I became obsessed with her, stalking her relentlessly. Unfortunately, she was unaware of my existence and to make matters worse, she was engaged," he shared. Adrienne's anger began to dissipate as she grew more intrigued by his story.

I whispered, desperate to keep my voice steady. Raul slipped his index finger deeper, drawing a gasp. "I don't think you're okay," Jazira persisted, standing, but I waved her off. "No, I'm fine," I insisted, my voice shaky. She sat back down, skeptical. "So, tell us," Joanna pressed. "Well, I—" I swallowed hard. "I was a stripper. That's how we met." Silence fell, but instead of judgment, their faces lit up with curiosity. "That's an exceptional story," Jazira murmured, encouraging. "Tell us more."

One day I overheard the matron speaking on the phone about how she's going to sell me off as a sex slave to one of the old rich men she worked with, and that was when I made up my mind that I was going to run away from the orphanage, the night before my eighteenth birthday, I manage to sneak out of the orphanage, but the securities caught the sight of me and started chasing me, I took off and ran with all my strength and that was the day I met the Amora when she nearly hit me with her car, that night Amora took me home, I told her everything about me and how I needed money to make a living, Amora was kind enough to offer me a roof over my head and that's when she told me about her business t

I took off my stripping lingeries, put on a dark long sleeve shirt, closed my locker and headed home. As I walked home, I reflected about how long I was going to work at the strip club. It was already 6 years, and I was still a stripper. I couldn't find any good, decent paying job around to meet the high cost of living. I was fidgeting due to the cold and couldn't wait to get home to have a long sleep. It was already a few minutes past 11 and there were no taxis to board around, and the train station was far from me. As I wished to reach home quickly, I needed a quick shortcut home. There was only one shortcut to my apartment, but it was always dark, it was closed to the shelter house for ho

"Why do you think I'm even here? Vacation? Well, I'll tell you why. I've been investigating a stop club for drug-related activities for months now. And although there's been no concrete evidence, I know they're far from clean. Now, the main stripper at the club got kidnapped recently. And I think it's a hoax to get her off her radar because I believe she's part of the drug hierarchy.." The pain of Mercedes's rejection still stung Snyder like a bee, and he was unwilling to let go of this theory, preposterous as it sounded. ".. But my FBI colleague didn't believe me. It then turned out that I began to house one of the strippers who got fired at my home... Then, all of a sudden, I went to get A

“I guess she’s going to realize to what ends you’re willing to go for her and that kid.” Jake could only nod his head. She knew him as Jake, but now she’d get to know Wrath as well. “He also told me that the strippers were revenge for their dead guys. You’ll have to pull the girls in to the clubhouse or something. They’ll want eight more bodies for the shootout.” “Fuck,” Dagger murmured. “Fucking Dogs and their shit with the Reapers,” Bandit said. “Buzzer said they botched a delivery,” Jake said, and looked at Bandit.

This next part is the second book to The Stripper Luna. Thank you all for the support and I am sorry for the late adds. I've been busy with life and managing all my other projects. I really do hope you enjoy it! This is will have more drama and romance. but most of all have some heartbreak. I am very passionate about my work and I am glad to share it with you. I am sorry for any grammar please do let me know. However, this is the ending of this story but don't worry there will be other spin-offs coming. Feel free to ask me any questions and I promise I will get back as soon as I can.