Tiny Tina Stripper Novels & 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

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

Probably some who came to pay for sex, some who came to listen to the live band, some who came for the strippers …like me. I could barely make my way through till I met a lady, a blonde. I asked her to show me the dressing room, which she did. She said her name was Bri and she was the top stripper. I also introduced myself and she was kind enough to help me get dressed and showed me a few moves on the pole in the dressing room so I don’t embarrass myself out there.

The top stripper walked in. Her name was Body. She charged the highest price in the club and dressed like she knew it. Tonight she wore nothing but a thin thong strap. A bright blue wig framed her light-skinned face, and her lashes were outrageously long. Her body curved dramatically with the obviousness of BBL surgery. “Honey,” Body drawled, eyeing Zara, “this bitch starting to grow wings or what?” Zara stared at the floor. “I asked you,” Keisha barked again. “What time were you supposed to be here?”

But she could never make him feel what Devyn did when she swayed her hips. Then she undid the lace in front of her top, and her gorgeous tits spilled out for every salivating asshole in the club. This pissed him off for reasons he could not explain. She was a stripper; it required her to strip naked, but Kieran didn’t want anyone to see her like this. It pissed him off.

I eased up and peeked. There in the shadows, pressed against the brick, was Lana—the redhead stripper from the stage. Sequined thong tossed on the dirty floor. Skirt bunched at her waist, ass popped out, cheeks jiggling every time he slammed in. Behind her, some suited-up john in his forties, wedding ring flashing, pants at his ankles—had his dick buried balls-deep in her pussy. He was pounding her like he paid for the whole damn club, hips snapping rough, making her body jump.

Offers fifty for a lap dance in the back. Lexi forced a laugh. 'Tell him to fuck off. I'm done for the night.' Tina shrugged and vanished. Alone again, Lexi stripped off the thong, standing naked before the mirror. Her pussy was smooth-shaven, a requirement for the stage, and she traced a finger along the slit, feeling the slickness there. Not from the dance, but from the call, from the promise of something bigger. She hated how her body responded to opportunities, nipples tightening as she imagined stepping into the Mirage's lights.

Tiffany’s silence was louder than any comeback she could’ve made. I began to turn away when her bitter voice rang out, “Whether you like it or not, you’re still just a stripper. That’s all you’ll ever be.” I laughed, genuine amusement bubbling from my chest. Turning back, I gave her a smile that dripped with mockery. “Yes, Tiffany. I was a stripper. And now? I live in an exquisite mansion, with a husband who worships me, children who adore me, and a life you couldn’t even dream of. I’ve retired from jumping poles. But you… well, I see some things never change.”

he winked. Cillian blinked, grasping instantly. “You better not bring a girl in here.” “A girl is already here,” Syl responded stepping away for two strippers. “Fu*k!” Cillian cursed under his breath. Before he could react the show began. One up the pole, the other down. Their mimes were beautiful. It was arousing too. Cillian smiled. The night was getting better. “You’re so fine,” one of the strippers whispered during a lap dance. “Can we meet after this?”

My tone was firm. She chuckled, shaking her head. “Okay, calm down, don’t get all serious on me. I work as a stripper.” I blinked, stunned, “What?” “Yes,” she said proudly, “but not just anywhere, I strip in one of the most expensive clubs in New York.”