Truth Or Strip Novels & Stories

When they moved to Virginia, she continued working as a stripper together with her sister. Sasha worked at an underground strip club in Springfield. And because of her, the place gained fame in all of Grayson. This fame even extended to Fairfax and other neighboring cities and counties. Being the club’s star stripper, her managers have been strict in following her rules. No customer was allowed to touch her, and they couldn't take her out. Even the rich men who visited the club can’t bend Sasha’s rules. Regardless of the amount they were willing to pay. The star stripper named Sasha turned out to be Maxine Winther. Looking at her, Sean still couldn’t be convinced that she was the person he w

She had worn a garter belt and net stockings, with heels made for the pole. Clara guessed immediately that she was one of the strippers, but unlike the others without any form of identity, she bore the name tag, 'Krystal' in between her exposed breasts. Red lipstick coated her full lips, and her face was covered in a lace mask similar to hers. She carried an iPad, her lips parting in a smile when she got close to them. "Mr. A..." She addressed Andre with a knowing smile, before taking a glance at her. "Krystal, you're working hard, I see."

No matter if I was a virgin or innocent, for some reason, I couldn’t deny his sex appeal toward me. Aziel let go of my body and walked a few steps back, “Strip! And let me see you naked!” He demanded sternly. “What?” My eyes widened in shock. Although I was ready to give my virginity to the person in front of me. But stripping on my own in front of a person, who was aware of my identity and without my mask was really weird. Aziel went back to his seat and settled comfortably, waiting for me to start taking out my clothes.

“Where are the drugs? I know you threw them away… I know you didn’t sniff them” Charlotte went down on her kneels immediately. “I swear Paul, I didn’t throw them away.. I sniffed everyone of it to the last bit”. Paul quietly stared at her as if struggling in his mind to believe what she had just said. “Where is the wrapper”? “It’s right there in the bin….”. He walked over to the bin and emptied its content….. He smiled viciously on seeing the empty wrappers. Then without warning he landed a very hot slap on her face.

Felicity was speechless. She can’t believe that this guy could help her to pursue her dreams. Who would have thought that someone like Jeremy would give so much attention to a woman like her? Felicity used to be judged because of the nature of her work, called her names such as whore, bitch, and other mean words they could describe her, without them knowing who she really was. Why did she have to do the stripping? “You’re so kind, thoughtful, and understanding… I may not be deserving of your attention.” Felicity bluntly said, which had him turned around as he was in front of her, explaining every detail of the house.

Like finding hope in the midst of her resignation. She was pulling out a drawer when her fingers touched something on the outer bottom of the drawer. A brown folder with adhesive around it. Thea carefully opened the tape that sealed the folder. The piece of newspaper slid down the moment the folder opened. Thea picked it up and held it close under the candlelight. Her eyes widened. The yellow newspaper clipping in her hand revealed two blurry photos. A house that was engulfed in flames and a photo of its ruins after it was extinguished in large writing above the two photos:

As the breadwinner in my family, this opportunity came at just the right time. Life took a different route for us. Mom used to work as a stripper, and it's not your everyday story, but it worked for us. I'm 22 now, and my little brother is seven. Different dads – yeah, that's how our family tree shaped up. Growing up without a dad in the picture was just the way it was. Mom did her thing, juggling the bills and bedtime stories. It wasn't the textbook family setup, but it was ours, and it kind of worked. Mom decided to retire from stripping and embrace her 'mommy' groove. At 45, she looks like an angel and defies aging norms. Leaving the stage didn't dim her spark; she swapped stilettos for a

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

Done accepting pretty words at face value. This time, I'm going to find the truth for myself, no matter how much it might hurt.

Untouched by truth. Perfect.