Tiny Tina Stripper Novels & Stories

She made a halfhearted attempt to cover herself but Stacy just laughed and pinned Tina's hands above her head. "Hey, don't stop on my account," Jenna purred, eyes gleaming with lust as she kicked her clothes aside. "In fact, I want to watch. I want to see what you two can do together." Tina bit her lip, looking uncertain. But the sight of Jenna sticking her fingers in her pussy, pumping them in and out, quickly overtook any reservations. A small moan escaped Tina's lips as Stacy returned to sucking on her tits. Stacy grinned wickedly up at Jenna, taking Tina's nipple between her teeth and tugging playfully. "You want to join in, roomie?" she asked, releasing Tina's nipple with a wet pop.

I started, my voice teasing. "What is your name?" his voice came through the screen. It was lower than yesterday, rough and deep. "Tannie," I said, leaning closer to the lattice. "Tannie Gayle. I told you yesterday I'd come back." There was a pause. "I remember. What do you want to confess, Tannie?" I leaned my back against the wall and crossed my legs. "I want to talk about my job," I started bluntly. "I told you yesterday I'm a stripper and a dancer. My job only requires me to go naked and dance. But I can't help myself, Father. I always end up fucking my clients."

"I had no idea you were a squirter." Tina pulled away from my grip before she answered. She wouldn't look at me. "The first time I squirted during sex, a guy called me names—fat, stinky, a bed-wetter. The list goes on. It’s not all pretty, no matter how the media tries to make it look." She turned off the stove and moved to the closet. She stood on her tiptoes, reaching for the mugs. I stepped in behind her, trapping her body against mine, and reached around to grab the cups for her.

She picked up her makeup blender and dabbed it against her wrinkled chin. shortly, she heard her phone ringing out loud, so she placed down the blender and picked up her phone. She beamed a delightful smile immediately she saw who the caller was, it was Mr Jones. Mr Jones was her boss and the CEO of JN night club, that was where she works as a stripper. Her boss only calls her whenever there are rich clients requesting for her service. She's not so proud of her job as a stripper but she isn't ashamed of it either. Of cause, one can't be ashamed of their only means of survival. She has been a stripper ever since she gave birth to Gina and she isn't planning of quiting anytime soon.

My eyes were fixated on the newly opened ointment as well as the first aid kit that he left next to me. When I chose to work as a stripper. I know that I am making a deal with the devil in exchange for money. I must surrender my dignity and self-respect in a way. It's the first time that someone still thinks highly of me even though he knows my background... or maybe he is just too nice for this world.

She's been in this kind of work for three years. Before, she dreamed of becoming a fashion designer, but it changed after Felicity gave birth to her son. She only wants the best for her son. And she will do everything she can to reach her dream for him… To give him everything he needs. Even if selling her body is the only way, she will eat all the insults and judgments they have on her just to feed her son proper food and give her son a decent place to live. “I won’t mind if they called me HAPPY THE STRIPPER, as long as my son is alive.”

She was easily distracted and I hated that. When I turned and looked in the direction she was staring at, I saw a man leaning against the wall by the pathway that led to the VIP private rooms. He was shirtless, his bulges glistening in the faint lights over there. He was wearing tight leather pants that clung to his legs like a second skin and when my eyes met his, he quickly flicked them away. I was sure he was one of the male strippers who just finished performing. “Seriously Nina!” I tapped her, hurt by what she was doing. “I’m right in front of you, pouring out the most serious problem I’ve had ever since I was born into this world to you and you’re here, eye fucking that male stripper?!

I said making Tia laugh and her dimple on her left cheek show, Tia was fine as fuck she was about 5'8 slim thick dark skin, her hair was cut in a bob and she had the sexiest lips; I tried to get with her a year back but she rejected a nigga not wanting to mix business with pleasure I salute her for that. "you are a wrong for that" she said still giggling a bit "well ill let you get back to work" she said walking out and all I could do was stare at the booty on her, owning a strip club I see lots of ass but half of them not real so to see an real, fat booty make a nigga mouth water. *Diamonds on all of my chains that's too much sauce, too much sauce, that's too much sauce* I was snapped out o

These days, she scraped by with what little money she made pimping young women to men who wanted to have a good time. She was on her old couch in a dark room that had a hint of cheap food and old scent, just looking at her phone while her little one slept in the next room. Her thumb paused when a headline caught her eye. "Killian Stone’s Secret Love? Remember Killian Stone’s Passionate Kiss With The Mystery Girl? We Know She’s Some Photographer – But Still It’s Left People Wondering: Who Is She Really?" Tina snorted, rolling her eyes. “Rich people and their drama,” she muttered, but habit made her tap the article anyway.

Rolling her eyes, Hazel pushed herself off the chair and started walking out of the cafe they were currently sitting in to talk everything through. Jack's warning was ringing in her ears, making her feel dizzy. Who was he to warn her like this? He did not have that kind of authority. She needed to tell him. She needed to ask him to restrict Jack from talking like this to her. Marching through the streets, she mentally prepared herself for her first show tonight as a stripper at Dream Club. A VIP place where many confidential meetings of big Corporations were held.