Virgin Stripper Novels & Stories

"She doesn't sleep with clients, just to be clear. This is for her time and attention only." "Understood." I don't care about the rules. After closing the Morrison deal this week, I deserve to celebrate with the best, and from what I've heard about Crimson Lounge's top girl, she's worth every penny. He leads me down a hallway to a private room, all black leather and red lighting with a small stage and pole. There's already expensive whiskey waiting on the table. I pour myself a glass and settle back into the couch, loosening my tie. The music shifts and the door opens. She walks in with her back to me, curves wrapped in deep red, dark hair cascading down. Then she turns around and everything

Slowly, with her limbs trembling as though she carried a mountain on her shoulders, she dragged herself toward the bed. She sank onto the edge, curling into herself like a wounded bird too frail to spread its wings. The mattress dipped beneath her, yet even its softness could not cradle her pain. Her tears spilled in quiet streams, warm against her cold cheeks, soaking into the sheets as her hands clutched them tight. She held on as if gripping fabric could steady the storm crashing inside her chest. Every word Damian had spoken replayed in her mind, merciless and sharp. “Virginity can be faked”.

“If you love me, then strip.” And so I obeyed. My fingers trembled as they fumbled with silk and lace, piece by piece falling away like fragments of my dignity. Tears dripped silently down my cheeks, each garment discarded a prayer unanswered. Until nothing remained. Until I stood bare before him, stripped not just of fabric but of every shield I had left. He looked at me not as a man looks at the woman he loves, but as though I were a weapon in his hands, something to test, to punish, to destroy.

SARIAN.” “Which looks good on me, the blue or pink one?” Silver asked as she stood before the mirror and giggled. “ I want to make as much money as possible tonight.” “Pink is better,” I said as I did a little touch-up and glanced at the mirror, my strapless bra was perfect and showing just enough cleavage. I was a stripper and it was the only way I could get enough money to pay my drunken father's debts including what he had stolen from a mysterious man, the mounting bills and taking care of my little sister.

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.

I tilted my head, trying to look into the VIP area, but I couldn’t see anything but girls walking into the room and the sound of booming music. There were only six poles with half-naked girls dancing on them, with perverted men standing around them, slapping their butt cheeks with money as they danced on the poles to the rhythm of the music as the disco ball shone on their bodies. One of the strippers was getting all the attention. She was petite. She was making her butts jiggle on the pole as the men poured drinks on her naked ass. She was wearing a red bikini. I was about to walk to the VIP area when I felt someone’s hand around my body. I turned around to see the person and realized it wa