Stripper Stories 소설 & 이야기

CAMILA ^*^ "I'm not a prostitute, " I muttered, shifting my weight to my right leg this time. Did he want to have me for himself? Was I some sort of... whore? I mean, I was a stripper, but that was where it ended. I only danced at the pole and sometimes on the men to make them spend more... but that was where it ended. "I'm not a freaking whore!" I muttered again but this time, more to myself.

Scar responded. "Hmm." I hummed, ending the call once. I continued to watch the clip on my laptop until her performance was over and I slammed the laptop closed, relaxing against my chair. Watching these strippers tonight just had me craving sex, and not just any type of sex—the violent kind. The women I slept with knew what I liked and they never refused me. They liked it as much as I did. But what they mostly liked the fact that Owen Powers had his hands on them, fucking them like the whores they originally were.

Pedro asked as he treaded carefully while avoiding stepping on my working tools. “Yes, I have an idea and I will be needing it for tomorrow”, I replied as I was set to work. “But didn't you say you had a piece for auction?” This time Pedro was confused as I expected him to be. “Well yes, but you know after yesterday, I can't get her out of my head” “By her, who do mean?” “Come on man, the stripper girl of course” “Oh, man that girl has always been fire, I think this last performance of hers was the best so far I've seen”. Pedro complimented.

My eyes were fixated on the newly opened ointment as well as the first aid kit that he left next to me. When I chose to work as a stripper. I know that I am making a deal with the devil in exchange for money. I must surrender my dignity and self-respect in a way. It's the first time that someone still thinks highly of me even though he knows my background... or maybe he is just too nice for this world.

I could still feel the warmth of her lips, the mocking confidence she had when she put her mouth on me, driving me to the brink of insanity. And she was a stripper, too. The title alone carried a mountain of assumptions, a narrative I had constructed to keep myself from treating her like something fragile. I shifted my weight, testing the boundaries of her tightness by moving my hip just a fraction of an inch—a slow, cautious tilt that was meant to ease the pressure. A sharp intake of air caught in her throat, her head tossing against the pillows as a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracking a damp path down her temple into her dark hair.

She decided to hear her boss and decided to be stripped, which paid her 10 times the payment she had been getting from all her jobs! All she wanted was to be an anonymous stripper with the principle of no special services, whining, or slurping around. She intended to profit from it and use the proceeds to treat her brother, but who could have predicted that her university professor would also be present there, which would drive her insane? He had started to chase after her to get her to sleep with him, but she did not want to lose her virginity for the sake of money! She wanted a decent life and a boyfriend to settle down with, but who would have thought that her professor would turn out to

I answered honestly even though it would land me in trouble. "Angel got that for you?" She laughed and became furious. "And why would he care if you walked out naked?" I yelled in pain as she suddenly grabbed my hair harshly. "I don't know. He just got it for me." I fell to the ground as she pushed me and the bag fell off my hand. Another stripper stopped me from sitting up by matching my hand with her heels which caused me to cry in pain. "Stop! Why are you doing this to me?" I cried but they laughed mocking me. Suddenly the door opened and Natalia came in with other strippers including the one that left after whispering. I held my wrist in pain once the lady pulled her heel way from my han

"What's wrong?" "Have you seen the news?" He sounds stressed. "Someone leaked that you were at Crimson Lounge. There are photos of you going in, coming out with a split lip. The press is having a field day speculating about what happened." I pull up the news on my computer and sure enough, there I am on three different gossip sites. "Troubled CEO Derek Cross Frequents Strip Club" reads one headline. Another says "Cross Enterprises Boss Caught in Seedy Nightclub Brawl."

And, my stripping name’s Energia Rossa. My tale’s simple. I started up as an ordinary stripper working in a club for lots of cash. In a world where mafia ruled, I knew I took risks. But it was all part of it to prove to my mum that I didn't need her money. Believe me, I never for once sensed that everything would go wrong one day. You know that moment? Like that exact moment when things go baaaam?! Then you’re left in a situation you never planned for? Well… Let’s just say that was what happened to me. My name’s Serena and this my story.

He has also witnessed men who act like crazy to throw away or lust after women around. Victor sat quietly around until he stumbled upon a group of men. "Damn, is it necessary for the star stripper to return to the penthouse? I've tried many times for him but he won't come in!" "Because your skull is hard, they also said that stripper is gone." "Ugh, I wish I had brought that home. She's a goddamn hot!" Victor just snorted and got bored inside the stripper. The young man got an answer so he also left the area.