Stripping Stories Novels & Stories

I gasped between giggles. Red wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “It wasn’t really awkward. Like I said earlier, I strip for everyone, not just the men. And those ladies… they are mostly wild. Doing all kinds of things to our bodies…” I raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “With that kind of body, who wouldn’t get carried away?” Red giggled and struck a playful pose. “We always have to stay in shape so we don’t lose our income. As a stripper, your body is your greatest asset.”

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 could tell by the way she smelled and the way she looked at me like I was a thing she had paid for already. “Bedroom. Now!” she said breathlessly and it was not even a request. A demand to a fucking future Alpha. “I paid extra.” “I do not do that,” I replied calmly and voice never rose. That only encouraged people like her. She laughed like she thought I was joking and stepped closer pressing herself into my space. “Everyone does it eventually.” I took a slow breath. “Let go.” She did not. Her grip tightened and something ugly flickered across her face when she realized I was not playing along. I felt eyes on us then waiting to see what would a stripper that is paid do. This was how troubl

If not, I’ll get kicked out! [Allison, my mom is pressuring me again. Can you buy some groceries for my family under my name? Thank you so much! I really don’t have any money!] [I'll post these photos online and make sure you never get married!] Leslie let out a bloodcurdling scream and scrambled to open her phone, desperate to send out the photos. I ignored her and swiped across my phone screen. In the next second, the display on the TV shifted—revealing a set of explicit photos. However, I had carefully censored the key areas with pixelation.

She would never be manipulated by this man again. Local newsrooms were a whirlwind of activity. Reporters were desperate for the biggest story, staff furiously typing to make headlines catchy and attention-grabbing. Suddenly, a staff member, out of breath and sweating profusely, rushed into the office. Everyone looked up, curious. "Arnold McIntosh has a new trending video," he announced, still catching his breath as he spoke to the chief.

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.”