Tiny Tina Stripper Novels & Stories

If only the job that I had was something i could openly talk about. Being a stripper was the only thing that could pay my bills in the way i needed them to, and it was where i had met my boyfriend, so i couldn't be so ungrateful. The bus stopped right in front of the grocery shop and i hurried out. I had to be at home within the next thirty minutes if i was going t be able to get my nails done on time. It was either that or i would have to ask one fo the other girls in the club to do them for me quickly. They always did a shoddy job and i didnt trust anyone but myelf to take care of doing my own things - makeup, nails and hair.

We walked into a bigger section and I saw the letters ‘VIP’ boldly written before we got in, I met three other girls there who were also strippers like me, they were smoking and talking about things I wasn’t really interested in. “Girls, you’ll be up soon,” Another lady announced as she walked towards us and put a tag with numbers on it on our chest, “do your make up and get yourself ready.” She added and every one of us scampered to the bathroom to make ourself ready and look sexy for whoever the client might be. I was number 3, I dabbed my lipstick on and it looked thicker than it usually was, I’d tried looking around for Damian but he was no where to be found and I was grateful for that,

A flirty feminine voice drawled. I looked past the massive boobs spilling into my line of sight to see the face of the stripper. She had a smile on her face, her eyes raking over me like I was some kind of feast and she was starving. I arched an eyebrow and she motioned at my phone. Tina’s video was still on the screen, waiting for me to play it. I scrolled it off my screen and slid the phone into my pocket. “That your girlfriend?” She asked. “No,” Her pussy was still in my face.

On a drunken dare after too many alcoholic drinks, a young stripper found herself standing on a shellacked bartop while a bartender sprayed her chest with ice-cold beer. “Contestant number four! Strut your stuff, baby!” Channing thrust out her enormous rack, hardened nipples leading the charge. She completely overshadowed the other contestants. She grinned saucily. It was the first time since her thirteenth birthday she hadn’t been ashamed of her large breasts.

She narrowed her eyes as she came into view. The whole club erupted with cheers as they stared at the angel before them. Indeed, this was the special package Ms Amy had told them about. Jasmine couldn't bring herself to stare at the peering eyes gazing at her but when she finally did, she could see lust in them. Tears welled up in her eyes. She feels dirty. She moved to Ms Amy.... "C'mon" She read her lips. She was urging her. She suddenly recalled how her mom taught her to be a through woman... To save her body that pride. But now, she's a Stripper,, A f*cking Stripper. Her mom would be disappointed.

Amelia was faster than she was, she caught the stripper's hand and pushed her back to the ground. "Amelia stop". Mia told her as she grabbed her by the elbow trying to get her to leave the stripper. She pushed a seething Amelia behind her as she stared down at the stripper. Another woman who was also a stripper seemed to notice what was going on, she rushed over to help the fallen woman up, "Tina what happened?". Tina struggled to get up from the ground with the aid of her friend, Rita. "It's that man stealing bitch, she brought her friend and tried to beat me up". Tina shrieked, pointing at Mia.

Tina, having regained her composure, tossed her hair over her shoulder, bringing her tanned face to full exposure- I notice for the first time tonight, an anti eyebrow piercing over by her left eye- a wicked smirk stretching her pink glossy lips. " Ok let's shake things up a bit, are you ready?" She inquired and with the sudden shift of aura from her cool laid back form to a devious one, I knew things were about to get nasty. She was starting to speak my language bringing an odd sense of thrill into my spine. " Hit me with your best shot, Tina," I returned the smirk, equally as devious as hers. " Ok," My eyes followed her tongue as she licked her lips and then she spoke. " Would you rather..

She whispered in my ears and bring me inside. I was shock when a loud sound of music surrounds my ears as we enter the club, it was a dim light, and a lot of men are shouting at the girl dancing in front. She’s not wearing anything while dancing, “Mrs. Gladice what is she doing??” I ask out of the blue, Mrs. Gladice stop and lean close to my face and whispered. “She’s entertaining the guys to earn a lot of Money and that will be your job starting from now on.” She said. My eyes widened and look at her. “What?” I uttered. “You’ll be a stripper, Justine.”

So the faster she answered his questions, the sooner she'd be free to go. 'There's no shame in what you do Abi,' she told herself as she prepared to start. "I work as a stripper at Vanx Club. My day job alone can't pay my bills and my tuition. A year ago, someone introduced me to it and I work three nights a week to manage well, just until I graduate. Living in the city is not cheap." That explained why she'd been half naked with high heels dashing down the street. Theodore gasped when Abigail pulled the blonde hair that he thought was hers from her head, revealing a dark brown curly mane beneath the wig instead.

’ Georgia thought as she squinted. The old guy’s name is Jun. Jun sat at the small table, alone, sipping his overpriced watered-down drink. He watched each stripper go through basically the same routine. A girl would come out on the stage after being announced, wearing a tiny bra, a thong and "fuck me" heels. She would strut around, eyeing the men perched on stools around the edges of the stage, looking for eager tippers.