Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

The man was good at what he did. It was fully charged. The second I took it off Do Not Disturb, the notifications poured in. Normally, I didn’t care what people were saying about me, but this time I was curious because Spicy’s video was going viral, and my name was attached to it. I started watching the clips from the strip club. One focused on me looking at her like I wanted to devour her the night before the game. Who would even do this? Someone wanted me dragged online. “What is this nonsense I hear about you and a stripper? You know, I’ve always wondered what your taste in women was,” a voice said.

I flung my hair backward, it was getting in my way. “Is it a crime to admire a stripper at a strip club? Is it a crime to fight back when a stranger I complimented acted rude towards me? Is it a crime to say yes to your demand when you asked me to be your girlfriend?!” I yelled, straining my neck to meet his gaze. “It is a crime, Alex! If that's what you wanna hear, yes it is,” he affirmed. “Do you have an idea of what the person's background might be? And does acting tough save anything?!” he yelled back at the same intensity.

However, I couldn't heed her words since I was a stripper! No one knows the actual me, not even my dearest mother knew I was a stripper. I'm one of the richest strippers in Italy, but barely a few know me in person. I know what I have, I know what I have achieved over the past five years I started stripping right after my dad died. However, I had concealed everything I earned. Well, until the right time comes for me to show off. I can't take the risk of exposing myself to the world, and most, especially to the vultures like Regina -my rival.

, he threatened, and that silenced her. I wired the amount to him, and left the club with the lady without even bidding Stefano goodnight. My blood wouldn't calm down until I explored this one. ***** Francesca's POV. “Fucckk” I moaned as he burst through the door into his living room, still fighting for domination over my whole body. I couldn't believe I was this stranger's house, willingly about to fuck him. I’ve done this stripper job before, but I'd never followed anyone home. Everything ended in the club.

People made mistakes and nobody was perfect, although she was pretty close to being perfect. Bygones should just be bygones and they would start a new chapter of their lives, but he was being so stubborn. She was angry at the woman she had seen that night with him. Who the hell had she been? I might have had a chance to convince Wayne tonight if she hadn’t been there and ruined things. She was obviously a stripper because there had been a pole in the room and that outfit had been way too sexy; for just regular lingerie. Wayne had actually picked some sort of stripper over her. He had practically lost his marbles after Winifred had hit her.

" It been two month since i came to stay with Jessica, she is really a life saver. She go out late and comes back in the morning, so one day i decided to asked her what she does for a living. I was shocked what she told me "i'm a club stripper". "What!, a stripper, she nod her head. "That what i do for a living Elle, i know is not good but hey it keep me going." "So you mean you sleep with men to to get paid." "No that not it Elle, i'm only a stripper, i don't sleep with men to get paid." "Really, so how do you do it." " I dance on the club poll as a stripper." Men throws money on me and they even touch me that all, when I'm done the club manager paid me then i come back home.

She replied walking out my bedroom Steph and I stay up late, watching movies, I didn't know if to tell her about my stripping job, I know she's gonna freaked out knowing have been hiding this, it been eight months I did start stripping in Joanna's Club and had sex with many rich clients to get more pay, if Lawrence did find out about my this then Steph deserve knowing too as she's my childhood best friend "Miriam, are you alright, why staying mute?"Steph queried me " I just have an headache, I'll just go in the room" I replied her

“What else did you tell the DEA?” The stripper looked at the ground, avoiding Lorenzo's dark stare. She shook her head as she spoke. “Please I have no idea what you are talking about. I don’t know anything about this.” She, claiming to be innocent, must have gotten Lorenzo frustrated because he brought out a pocket knife from his back pocket and stabbed the Stripper in her shoulder. The stripper cried out in pain as the knife pierced her skin.

"There's no story." "Oh, I disagree." She waves the polaroid in my face. The image had developed now—Simone's face half-hidden, but my profile is clear. "Damien Adams, tech philanthropist, fucks a stripper raw in a strip club. He calls himself daddy and begs her to cum." She tilts her head. "Your shareholders would love that." I remained unfazed. "This is illegal, whatever you publish would be taken down." "Who said anything about publishing?" She steps back, tucks the Polaroid into her tiny clutch purse. "You know where to find me."

They love the attention they get from wealthy men and women, they love the sex and most importantly, they love the money. Now don't get me wrong, not all of us are as promiscuous as the others and I'm one of such people. As I said, I am a stripper but I don't go around sleeping with all of my clients. I just dance for them and take their money. Unfortunately, some of the girls I work with that strip also entertain and it caused me a few problems when I first started stripping because a lot of men were disrespectful and treated me like a whore. It took a little while but Cookie set those guys straight and as I grew in the business, men knew to keep their dicks to themselves if I didn't ask fo