Stripping Stories Novels & Stories

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.