Virgin Stripper Novels & Stories

I said, "Right!" "So if you were a virgin and a stripper with so much money, how did you earn that much, all I did was put the questions together and it gave me a perfect answer, you had anal sex with those men, so you could still keep your virginity." "That is the most absurd thing I have ever heard someone say to me, just for your information though, I have never had sex with any of my clients. All the money I earned was from my dancing skills. I loved pole dancing, that is what earned me money, I could make a man cum just by watching me dance."

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

Mae slapped her hand over her mouth in shock, looking around again as if to check if anyone else had seen that, but he just laughed. Fed up at this point, I directed my gaze back to the road and thankfully, the traffic cleared minutes after that and we began to move. Scar had a lot of fucking questions to answer. The strippers were allowed to leave Casa Eleganza, yes, but strippers like her—with a debt—were an exception. They were only allowed only to short distances and for minor errands. Scar let her out, and not only did she go out, she ran off to meet her boyfriend, and only the devil knew what she had given to him that had him grinning like that.

Some days, he flirted back, and other days, he ignored. As I made my way to the V.I.P. section, I caught numerous glances from the horny dogs in the rowdy room. Their attention was nothing new, but it still made me uncomfortable. But it was just right, though. Sippin' Strippin' was a strip club, located at the heart of New York City. It was just about famous, in other words, a celebrity club. Exquisite. Professional.

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

the idiot in front of me dares to interrupt my fun moment “I said strip!” I land a heavy slap across her face. What does she think her virginity means to me? If anything it makes me more eager to violate her. Thankfully I am wearing my gold rings and bangles, so the gold makes the slap more impressive. In a matter of seconds, there is red angry hand and gold print across her face as she falls to the ground whimpering and hurriedly removing her clothes

“ Ahh…Ahh… “ She moaned out softly as she slowly started passionately riding Jim, twisting and moving her waist and hips around his d**k. The other lady got hold of her boóbs and started sûcking on it. “What’s your name?” Nate asked the other lady that was sucking on her friend bóobs. “Alice!” She replied and Nate smack her àss. “Fûck, your Dîck is so good, I am finally having the hot stripper dîck” she kept saying silly things. Nate gently remove his hips making her bounce more and it was driving her crazy. In a second he had pushed her away and dragged Alice to the bed, it was her turn.

Lyra's pov I couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within me as I stepped into the renowned club, a place with a reputation that preceded itself. This wasn't just any strip club; it was the very one where Stella, my dear friend, had lost her virginity. The allure of this establishment, coupled with the fact that it was owned by Stella's billionaire boss, hinted at a audience that was undoubtedly high-end and influential. The anticipation of my first night as a stripper at this exclusive venue fueled my enthusiasm. I sauntered through the dimly lit entrance, taking in the sultry ambiance that echoed with the throb of distant music.

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.

“Okay, Alpha. My turn’s over. Ask something fun.” We kept going. She asked about the dumbest injury I’d ever gotten in a fight (a rogue once managed to bite my ass; Derrick still hasn’t let me live it down). I asked if she ever practiced stripping to actual music . She said yes to that. By the time the dessert plates were empty, her cheeks were pink from wine and laughter, and my wolf had gone quiet in a way that felt almost peaceful. When the last plate was cleared I set my napkin down. “There’s somewhere else I want to take you tonight.”