"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

One shots to leave you satisfied and wanting more...

This is my imagines book, where I combine my old one with the new one, and take requests. Will include BWWM BWBM BWBW BWAM

She's fierce, smart, a spitfire and she gets whatever she wants. _____*_____ He gets what he wants, when he wants it and he loves a challenge, a feisty challenge. _____*_____ Victoria is a college student at day and a stripper at night. she's not dirt poor, in fact she has a man that is a millionaire. Weird right? But her past is somewhat different, its just that, Marcello Donati, young hotshot CEO, the people person who have never done anything bad in his life, or so they think, found interest in Victoria. But that will change once Victoria King is involved. Though in the end she'll always be His Stripper... Wether she's bounded by a contract or not. _____*_____ All Rights Reserved. Mature Content - Read At Own Risk A Romance Novel

A Story about a Girl Who Was Thrown Out of her Home by Her Family and Is forced to Live The stripper life with Her Two Kids and Struggles to Make a Living and Find love at the Same Time But the Question is Will she Make it out the Easy way or the hard way. ©Do not steal or Copy The Story . Yours should be unique and original . If I see anything similar such as storyline including the title name you will be confronted .

"Look, don't touch." In which young men break the cardinal rule in a strip club. © charismatize [2017]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

Ruth Marjorie Semple has a past she wishes she could forget. Her life in the present isn't so terrible, and yet, she finds herself struggling to enjoy the person who loves her most and even refuses to take pride in the job she's excelling in. How can she appreciate any of that, when her mind is still stuck on a lover from her college days three years prior? Go back in time as Ruth tries to sort through her feelings, drawing her memory all the way back to the day she, quite literally, ran into Raffo Leflore in good ol' Oklahoma, and explore the life of an Afro-Indigenous woman. He doesn't talk about himself much, but he constantly seems to show up for her anyway and she wants to figure out why. What about the two of them is written in the stars? Or are they even written up there at all? And most of all, how do you know which stars are worth chasing? Follow along as Ruth learns to grapple with her sorrow, learns more about her Choctaw heritage, and experiences a love that maybe only happens once in a lifetime. *Characters are Black and/or Brown casting.* Cover designed by Ren T

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep the fucking money or I'm going to take you on the wall and not care who walks in." He challenges. "Even your wife?" I ask quietly. "Even my wife. Now what do you say?" He finalizes. I inhale deeply and narrow my gaze on him. "I swear to God, I loathe you." I murmur. He smirks, "Feelings are mutual." He says grinning and I crash my lips onto mine. Coming in August 2013