Stripping Stories Novels & Stories

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

I CAN'T HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT, THE PAIN IS SO GREAT THAT I CAN'T CRY I WOULD LIKE TO CRY BUT I CAN'T CRY ANYMORE I LOVED HIM SO MUCH AND HE LEFT NEVER TO RETURN. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zxnfmFsqPo ) END.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

Before Mia’s call, I was getting ready to go on stage, but my mind was racing with thoughts about quitting. “I'm really tired of this stripping job. I want to do something better with my life. But what? Getting a good job is not working for me now, not with all the requirements needed to get these jobs. But I can't keep stripping. I need something honorable”, my mind raced, desperate for a better alternative.

again. I tried to be better. I am doing better, right?” He looked at me, I could see the swelling of his eyes because of his crying. Even I was crying. My heart hurts because of what I see now. His eyes are puffy and his hair is messy. It seems that he is no longer the strong and fierce Gio I know. I see a devastated and depressed Gio. “You want to know why I'm like this? Why am I doing this? The reason why I stripped in the club? I will tell you something," he promised me. Suddenly my eyes widened. I don't know how I should feel. My heart suddenly beat because of what he said. Will he open up to me? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This is it! I was ready to face everything I could

I have never seen him so pissed off. However, my mind derailed into what was more important. The headline! I grabbed my phone and began to scroll through social media. Damnit! They were everywhere. Every major blog, bulletin and news site has the same headline. Whoever was leaking this wanted everyone to know. And boy, they painted me in no clean light. “Famous billionaire mogul settles down with a stripper and a single mother.” Mind you, the titles were kept in all caps just to stress it. As if that wasn't all, they were the comments. Jealous fans who probably had expected him to settle down with one of those popular models flocked to their keyboard spilling their hatred.

lol◉‿◉. Sadly, we've come to the end of "A Stripper's Nightmare". Can I know your favorite scene from the book?]

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…"

ASHLEY'S P.O.V.. "Strip!" his voice resounded in my ears and I gulped hard in fear of what his words really meant as I stared open mouthed at him. I felt my stomach sink and holding back the urge to fight the overriding desire to rush into the bathroom and empty all the contents I had inside of me. "It has never been a habit of mine to repeat my words and it wouldn't start with you, you heared me right? I said strip!" he commanded and his words brought me out of the trance I was in and the look of utter dismay swept across my face.

And lately, the police have been raiding the bar I work in, my dad bailing me out is nothing new. Yes I am a stripper, I love what I do. I grew up dancing, ballet was my favorite. My dad supported me of course, I graduated from the best prestigious art university. Being a stripper is the best thing to ever happen to me whereas my dad, the wealthiest man in Los Angeles and the US, it is said to bring dishonor to his name and whatnot. My father, the famous multi-billionaire, Charlie Clover just had to have a daughter who is a stripper. It doesn't paint a good picture of his image. So yes, I left everything to be a stripper, and FYI because I am a stripper doesn't make me a prostitute and I don