Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

Nicole replied and Sara looks at her in a confused manner. "Tell me, Nicole, what is it? I will do anything it takes to save Cara, please just tell me," she begged. "I am a stripper Sara," Nicole said and Sara stares at her in shock. "A stripper?" She asked and Nicole nods. "Yes, I am the head of the strippers in a strip club." Nicole retorted and Sara looked around the house once again in disbelief. "You got all this from dancing on the pole?" She questioned once more. "Sara am telling you this because I want to help and this is my only means of helping you.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamics, rough sex, forbidden relationship, risky public sex. 18+ only. Ethan had been subscribed to Scarlet's exclusive content for eight months. Eight months of the most intense, addictive solo sessions of his life. The mysterious masked stripper had become his obsession....her body was perfection, her moves were hypnotic, but it was the mystery that really got him. Nobody knew who she was. She never showed her face, never spoke, just moved with a sensuality that made grown men weep.

That night after filming, I invited him into my hotel suite. “Strip,” I told him the moment the door locked. “I want to see everything I own.” He removed his clothes slowly, revealing that powerful fighter’s body. Scars, muscles, and a thick cock already hard for me. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top. “You watched me for months. Now I’m going to use you.” I sank down onto his cock, taking him deep. We both moaned. I rode him fast, grinding my clit against him. Damon gripped my hips, thrusting up to meet me.

“I want you to meet my parents. And it’s my mother’s birthday—” “I thought we’re going—” “In a date?” he cut in. “Of course, we were, once we get there and I want you to see my business.” Andrius never fails to amuse her and to throw surprises. And what did she do in her past life that she deserves this kind of love from him? Guess, being his stripper once in the Peregrine club was their path to each other. And she will never forget how she slapped his handsome face. “Of course, I’d love to,” she replied.

The next thing I did was grab my drink, down it all, stand up, and stare at everyone at the table, then turn my attention back to Roderick. “There a time to be an asshole, today is not the day to do it Roderick. So you wanted to know am I’m a stripper so that you can confirm it? yes it's true. Did your birdie even tell you Roderick that I’m the highest pay stripper, that men all over will pay good money to see what I can do. Trust me, I never disappoint, are you happy now? you thought that you could embarrass me by putting me on blast? I am not shame of what I do, I don’t have to prove anything to you four assholes.” Sound of loud growls had Journee, and Emiliano submitting while our parent

I wanted to go with him and see how different they do things here considering it makes more than the other sex club Bishop runs. I was about to leave when Cassian stopped me, reminding me how he has been my wingman since we were in cribs so I stayed. His logic was preposterous but I was intrigued, too invested in the love story between playboy bachelor Cassian and the stripper that had him swoon without even touching him. The stories he told us about their encounters were surreal. According to him, she is playing hard to get with him, it's what she does.

A human, walking on the same sidewalk as ghouls and vampires, not an ounce of fear in him just to make sure I was safe from all those things that go bump in the night. He talked to Bruno about his kids, helped Ros set up his equipment in the booth, and the more kindness he showed—to everyone or everything—the more I— "Shit," I mumbled. "Fucking shit" Don't fall for clients—the number one rule of Nines and most strip joints across the globe. It never ended well for the strippers, and I'd broken it without even trying. "Veronica…"

I refuse her right away, seeing her face every day makes me sick and boil with anger and this pushes me to quit my job because I fear I may kill her one day because of her nasty look. I quit my job and now works as a waitress in a club called “Red Blood Exclusive Club''. It is a very popular club known for having stunning and hot strippers. Many hot shots in town come here to have a good time at the club. When I first get to this club to look for a job. Because of my attractiveness, I was offered a job as a stripper. The manager keeps telling me that many guys and men will give me expensive gifts just to have my banging sexy body. He insists I should try dancing on the pole. This is not what

Though, she protested against it, Lola didn’t take no for an answer and she squeezed her into the tiny frame. Now, they were leaning against the wall, silently devouring their popsicles in front of a neon-lit strip club sign whose fluorescent glow casted a shadow across the sidewalk. June tilted her head as a question slipped past her lips. “Do you enjoy stripping?” “Yes,” Lola answered without a second thought, making June snap her head toward her in surprise. June asked with a tone of disbelief. “Really?” Lola nodded, licking the top of her ice cream with a carefree smile that almost seemed out of place given the conversation. “Yep, really.”

RICARDO Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” I leaned against the door, crossing my arms. “You heard me. Why the hell were you both a doctor and a stripper?" Ryan scoffed, shaking his head. "Because I can do whatever the fuck I want." My brow arched, my lips pressing into a thin line. "You were saving lives by day and taking your clothes off by night? Sounds like a contradiction.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “You done prying into my life?”