Stripping Stories Novels & Stories

Of images he had tried to forget but failed. Usually, nights at the strip club sent them running for a while, but now that the source had gathered the courage to come to the city he had made name for himself after she had abandoned him, they had become worse, untamed by hours of sex and masochistic acts he had engaged in.

He couldn’t help but notice how warm and firm her grip was, just thinking about those hands on other parts of his body made him groan softly. Rose quickly let go of his arm because she thought her grip had been too tight and she was hurting him. “Please believe me when I say that I can still perform. I am absolutely fine and not drunk at all. This is all part of my pre-stripping ritual, do you understand? Just like how some athletes never wash their socks or always wash their hair before a game. It’s all part of their mojo. It also wouldn’t feel right if I did nothing and got paid because I haven’t earned it.” Rose said as she maintained eye contact with him.

Just in case things decide to get worse. Aside from school, Cassidy loves to dance. She loved it when people looked at her while dancing on stage or on the dance floor. Then it was one of those freak coincidences when a bunch of her girlfriends from campus decided to head out to a strip club and dance their asses off at one of their competition nights. It was nice, they can dance, strip, and not be pressed by unwanted bodies grinding their dicks like they were asking for it. Because Cassidy and her friends just wanted to dance, wanted the attention. And after that memorable day, she slipped back into the strip club the next weekend and asked if she can work there part-time.

“Maybe both. I canceled a big client dinner tonight just to be here.” I raised an eyebrow and walked toward him slowly. “That’s a lot of money to waste on a stripper.” “You’re not just a stripper,” he said, voice low. “Not to me. Not anymore.” I stopped right in front of him and pushed him down onto the couch. “Careful with that sweet talk. I might start believing you.” He looked up at me. “I’m serious, Destiny. I don’t want to just watch anymore. I want all of you. Real. No rules. No games.”

She left, leaving Jeremy in awe. With what Felicity has said, she earned more respect from the ruthless CEO. He couldn’t believe that even though Felicity had an unsatisfactory life, she would not use someone to earn money. Her job may be dirty because she was a stripper who was strip-dancing in the club, but it doesn't mean that he would leech to those rich clients just to make her life easier. What's more, she wouldn’t ask for an extra service, which was supposed to be included in her job. It already contented Felicity that she receives her salary twice a month without asking for more tips. And because of this, Jeremy was determined to help her.

I get close to the pain in my hip because it hit the floor wrong. "So, The Stripper is here," he shouted loudly causing everyone to look at us. "Stacey don't do this," I said weakly but instead of speaking she laughed and they started throwing eggs at me. “How dare you flirt with Fred, you know his courting me and yet you choose to flirt with him, what is your plan to take his money with your body? You are such a disgusting bitch!” I just bowed down, even though it was painful for them to throw eggs at me.

I murmured. “Don’t stop,” she replied, clit grinding against me. Climax built, crashing over us together. We sagged, laughing breathlessly. Drying off, she said, “Okay, seriously now—no more.” But evening brought drinks again, fire roaring. We played cards, bets escalating. “Loser strips,” she teased. I lost on purpose. Soon, we were naked on the rug, her mouth on me, sucking eagerly. “Taste so good,” she mumbled around my length.

Wow, I just stood there, dazed, my brain struggling yet failing to comprehend what just happened. My stripping career just ended. What the fuck just happened?

"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."

My hand was steady as I pulled out a bottle of water, but inside, my mind was racing. They knew. Or at least, they knew part of it. Being a stripper was one thing… I could handle that. But if they dug deeper, if they found out I wasn’t a real doctor… well, I’d be fucked. I tipped the bottle back, drinking half of it in one go. Maybe I should just kill both brothers and be done with it. After all, one of them killed my brother. But getting away with that here? Not easy. Not with the eyes that were always watching.