Romans & histoires Stripping Stories

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

The walls are bare the tapestries an empty dark blue. "I haven't stripped in a few years since I've been bartending but I'm sure it'll come to me quick. I've got old routines I can do to begin with and am comfortable on stage." I tell him trying not to sell myself short. "Well, you're not hard to look at." He stared and it doesn't sound creepy or like a compliment just a fact. "May I ask how old you are?" "Twenty-three." I supply without hesitating. "Sixteen when I started stripping and eighteen when bartending,'' I add knowing that's his next question.

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

I haven't sold much. Everything got burnt overnight, I went bankrupt,, I ran mad for a week.. I was later told it was a fire outbreak from a petrol station.. . So I went back to my stripping business, .. In a solemn state... But I want to stop the stripping business right now.. I want to stop max " Chloe said crying tearfully.. Max hugged her tight, using his hand to rub her back gently.. "why did you want to stop your striping business" max asked "Because ,be.. cause ..umm,, mmm... Mmm" Chloe stammered

I just finished my task and about to go home since I still have classes tomorrow. As I walked in the pavement, refusing to ride the taxi due to the expensive fare, I had decided to just walk a kilometer instead to reach the nearest bus stop that would lead me to the street where I live with my mother and little brother, I gave a thought about my life. Kiara Stones, 22 years old and an architecture student of Himalaya University, a quiet and timid person during day, but a very different person during the night. And yes, I am a stripper at Desire Night Club. Yes I dance and strip but not totally to the point that I am totally naked. I and the other girls wear seductive and revealing dresses an

' "Anything?' 'Yes.' 'Big talk. Maybe it's all talk.' 'No. Anything. You just have to say.' 'Interesting.' Her eyebrows arched. 'Let's see shall we? Strip.' 'What?' 'Strip.' 'But people can see us.' 'Interesting. "People can see us." Not, no I won't strip. Maybe you really do want to give me what I want. The windows are only waist high. Not even that in your case. Get down on the floor and strip.' And I did get on the floor. I practically collapsed to it. Sitting down I pulled off my shoes. I looked up.