Novel & Cerita Virgin Stripper

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?”

Lexi stood there staring at her friend who was being spanked by the two male strippers with her before they disappear backstage, where it was sure they would have the time of their life. My eyes trail over her figure, she looks too beautiful to be real. I hate to admit she is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. A frown marred my face as the niggling feeling that something isn't right makes my stomach churn. The way her eyes dart around, the soft clench of her jaw and the way she felt repulsed by the activities going on in the club scream innocence. She is a virgin. The thought knocked me off, my eyes widen for a second. It was so evident that she hadn’t had sex yet, and the

The door opened and closed with a loud bang, startling Christian back to his senses. “A Virgin stripper… how on earth was she a fucking virgin” he muttered while running his hand over his face. He was told the butterfly queen was a sensational stripper. She had worked for years as a stripper, but how come she was a virgin when he had her? All this while he had been contemplating and asking himself how possible it was. She was so inexperienced with men and bodily needs. He could get her wet with just a kiss.

“I thought you brought me here to break me.” “Maybe I just want to see how much you can take before you beg,” Alex murmured. Then, he whipped the crop down. The crack echoed off the walls. Victor screamed, but it wasn't a sound of agony. It was a high, keening note of release. The strike hadn't been brutal enough to break the skin, but it was firm enough to leave a stinging heat that radiated through his groin. Victor pushed his hips forward against the restraints, his cock straining, glistening with pre-come.

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

Angel couldn’t stop thinking about him. All day her body felt restless. Her pussy kept getting wet every time she remembered Mavin’s deep voice calling her his dirty little stripper. She touched herself twice in the shower, but it wasn’t enough. She needed the real thing. That night at Club Velvet she picked her sluttiest outfit — a tiny silver bikini top that barely covered her nipples and a matching thong that disappeared between her round ass cheeks. She oiled her skin until it glowed under the lights.