Novel & Cerita Virgin Stripper

“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.

Everything flew from his mind when he turned to look at the bed for his boxers. He saw the blood stains on the bedspread, darker than its original shade and dry, exposed when he'd pulled the blankets to the side of the bed when he'd stood up. He could feel his head swelling like a balloon getting infused with air. The woman... the prostitute. The one who got paid to have sex with him last night... ... was a virgin. The sexy vamp in her tiny red dress... ... was a fucking virgin. What the fuck was a virgin doing in his bed last night?

Nicole replied and Sara looks at her in a confused manner. "Tell me, Nicole, what is it? I will do anything it takes to save Cara, please just tell me," she begged. "I am a stripper Sara," Nicole said and Sara stares at her in shock. "A stripper?" She asked and Nicole nods. "Yes, I am the head of the strippers in a strip club." Nicole retorted and Sara looked around the house once again in disbelief. "You got all this from dancing on the pole?" She questioned once more. "Sara am telling you this because I want to help and this is my only means of helping you.

(End of Flashback) The fact that she is a virgin and I am sure she is, itself was enough to make me hard as rock! I couldn’t resist the greed to brush her wetness at least once! And I did. But she jerked with fear! And I immediately remembered what she said…. ‘I am Virgin for only my prince, my love, my Santa!’ My blood boiled and I couldn’t tolerate the urge to beat her to death for being a naïve! And before I could do anything I left the room. But not for long. As I was about to light a cigar, I heard my mother’s voice.

Lily's POV My heels clicked reluctantly on the ground as I walked towards the private section of the club. As I passed by, I heard catcalls and lewd remarks from men about my semi nude body that made my skin crawl. This was a part of my job that hard to get used to, I felt so naked in front of all these men and their eyes raped me without consent… Well I guess, I was automatically consenting given my job as a stripper. I preferred my day job as a bartender more, they were less jerks and I didn't have to wear revealing clothing. But as a single mother caring for a five year old son diagnosed with down syndrome, I need the double income so I was willing to do anything.

Alexander kept watching her, he couldn't believe he was finally getting what he wanted. A night with the beautiful stripper that slapped him. Well he was going to get his revenge as well. He forcefully kissed her as their tongues began fighting for dominance. Samantha hadn't had sex before but she still had experience in this kind of shit. Alexander's lust took over and he pushed Samantha on the bed, he began planting kisses all over he body. He swiftly took off his clothes and began thrusting into her. He was surprised she was a still a virgin. Someone as beautiful as her was still a virgin?

Max stopped in front of a bar and I raised my brows. "You're taking me to drink?" I asked with a frown because Max knew I never drink. "No, stupid, Jada is the owner of the bar." Max laughed and I rolled my eyes. We got down from the car and entered into the bar and it was like I was in another world well not a good one though. This wasn't your regular bar, it was a gay club or maybe? There were a lot of male strippers on the dance floor and I had to look elsewhere because of what they wore was too exposed. I am a virgin so when it comes to this kind of things, I'm naive and innocent and I do not like them. At all.

, he threatened, and that silenced her. I wired the amount to him, and left the club with the lady without even bidding Stefano goodnight. My blood wouldn't calm down until I explored this one. ***** Francesca's POV. “Fucckk” I moaned as he burst through the door into his living room, still fighting for domination over my whole body. I couldn't believe I was this stranger's house, willingly about to fuck him. I’ve done this stripper job before, but I'd never followed anyone home. Everything ended in the club.