Virgin Stripper Novels & Stories

her heart yelled, and tears fell from her eyes; he threw her on the bed, tearing off her bra top, and he licked his lips, staring at her pink nipples… "Fuck!!! You are so hot…. Please don’t!!! I’m begging you…." But he pulled her legs apart…. "No, don’t; I’m a virgin…" She yelled, and his eyes twitched…. A virgin stripper; that means you are not Namal Renaya… . Who the fuck are you? … He grabbed her neck, choking her, and her necklace pedal shone red instantly…. Aurora struggled to breathe and free herself… "I will fuck you to death… I promise," he whispered, choking her neck tighter….

she said. Nyla was about to walk away when I received a message from him which make her stopped and glare on my screen. "ok then" "see you there baby," Daddysert replied. "Hmmm. Baby-baby," she stated with a tone. I out my pointed finger in the center of my nose and lips as a sign to make her quiet. "Enjoy your few hours of being a virgin, virgin," she narrated before she finally walk away. Time was fast and it's already 6pm, I packed my things then downloaded an app of the site for a convenient communication and I don't have to open my laptop.

I don't think Ry could take coming up empty again. The music shifts and the crowd goes wild, begging the dark-haired woman in red to stay on stage. U + Ur hand by pink starts playing instead and I catch a bright smile as she stripper spins. Her red painted lips move along to the lyrics as she lets loose. She gradually lowers herself into a crouch in front of our table. Falling to her knees, she skims her fingers up her thighs, over stomach and above her head. Flipping her hair in a circle her knees slide apart and she places her hands on the ground and leans forward giving our table an eyeful of her chest. One of the pups jumps forward and tuckes a dollar bill into the strap of her bra. She

She hated how quickly her body reacted to that single word. “Fine,” she said, lowering her gaze to the paper again as her shoulders slump back. But then, her eyes widened again at the next clause. “I have to quit working as a stripper and an escort?” A frustrated sigh escaped her. “You can’t be serious.” “This, or no deal, June.” He folded his arms over his chest. She grumbled, flipping to the next section with a half-hearted scowl. Her brow crinkled at what she saw next. “So… don’t like virgins?” she muttered, half to herself.

I know as soon as the sun goes down it’s going to be packed with loud music filtering out into the crowded parking lot and the neon signs all lit up, but right now it looks desolate and rundown. Looking at my phone, I realize I have five minutes to get my ass inside. I have a job interview with the manager and being late would not look good. I take a deep, steadying breath. I can do this, I tell myself. So what if I’m a virgin applying for a stripper position? It’s not like you can tell I have a hymen just by looking at me. I can fake sexy. I can make this work. My only other option is minimum wage at the nursing home, and there’s no way in fuck I’m doing that.

"Hey baby, why don't we go somewhere private? Hmm". The woman's sweet voice whispered in his ear. She's the club's most famous stripper in one of the VIP clubs in Broadway New York. The woman run her fingers from his broad shoulders down to his chest,and put her lips just below his ear. Her perfume assaulted his nostrils.

~ Peter ~ Sitting at the VIP section in a club, a stripper was stuck to Emin’s arm continuously trying to get his attention by touching his inner thighs. I took a sip of wine looking at this atmosphere thickly filled with the smell of cologne and alcohol and the drunk people dancing, kissing and grinding against each other. A stripper barely wearing anything with her hair dyed red walked into our VIP room in a seductive way. I looked at her from the corner of the eye.

“Where are your towels so I can shower?” I followed him into the bathroom to where he grabbed a towel from the closet and handed it to me. I started stripping my clothes off but he didn’t leave. If anything he looked more confused. “Aren’t you going to wait until I leave?” He asked. “I am a stripper, being nude isn’t a big deal okay?” He stood there against the sink just staring at me while the water soaked my body. A part of me was wanting to make him more uncomfortable. “You need to understand that even with the hickeys on your neck, it doesn’t stop me from wanting you. Personally, I don’t want you either. But you are my mate and I will try to fight for us. Even when you gave up.”

I could hardly breathe through the heavy cigar smoke, being a stripper at a club like Alexander came with a lot of props, but of course it meant I had to dance for men old enough to be my father all naked in only lingerie and in doing so, get touched and groped in inappropriate places. It however doesn't change my value of life or my perception of it and as a matter of fact, each time I thought about the reason behind doing all this, it left behind only a pain the anxiety pills tucked into the back of my bag could cure. This was one of those nights, I popped two pills in my mouth and chewed while I waited for the manager to come with the day's pay. I was twenty years old, unsupported and a s

“I want you to meet my parents. And it’s my mother’s birthday—” “I thought we’re going—” “In a date?” he cut in. “Of course, we were, once we get there and I want you to see my business.” Andrius never fails to amuse her and to throw surprises. And what did she do in her past life that she deserves this kind of love from him? Guess, being his stripper once in the Peregrine club was their path to each other. And she will never forget how she slapped his handsome face. “Of course, I’d love to,” she replied.