Showgirls Stories

one shot book of the royal couple. I hereby debut my first wattpad book.

My name's Andy and I'm a male stripper. Throughout the years, I guesstimate to have performed over six hundred shows. That includes male revues, bachelorette parties, stripograms, private one on ones, office visits, just about any event that your mind can dream up. In the early stages of my exotic dancing odyssey, my determination to network within the male stripping community was at an all-time high. Call it passion, or perhaps, just blind optimism, but I was under the assumption that becoming a real-life Magic Mike was achievable.

The dressing room at the Moulin Rouge was a bleak place...

you don't know the life of a showgirl...but Augustine does! 🩷 written by Lady Demoiselle cover by Lady Demoiselle

Rhys could have sworn he'd died while working. But, what was this? He was alive and better than ever. (I'm really bad at descriptions 😋) (Feel free to leave constructive criticism or you can just comment for fun 😀)

Lina is everything, the family jewel, a caring sister, loving daughter and one of the best students at Kings College in London. At least that's what her family thinks, anyway. She dropped out of university just a few months after starting and took a job as a barmaid at a burlesque club. Now, she's one of the main acts at The Bond, hoping to get her big break when things gets very messy, very quickly with just one name. William Taylor.

It's the Doctor's birthday, and there's been a rupture in time. Many of the Doctor's friends have gathered together, traveling through the tear and onto a stage. But instead of trying to fix the hole , they end up putting on a show for the Doctor. There is singing and dancing to show tunes, drama between the cast and crew, and even Adipose playing the piano. From Rose to Captain Jack to River Song to Clara, see all sorts of your favorite characters and creatures coming together to put on a show. Welcome to the TARDIS Cabaret.

The last place Jeon Jungkook ever expected to find himself was sitting on a Greyhound bus, handcuffed to a surly bounty hunter, with only a suitcase of his twin sister's flashy, shrink-wrap clothing to wear! Just two hours ago, the respectable schoolteacher was sitting quietly at home when this bi macho hunk crashed through his door, mistook him for her errant Seoul's auto showgirl sister, and hauled him off in his strong arms. And no matter how sexy he is, he's furious! Twins-ha! Kim Taehyung's the last person to ever fall for that line. He's finally got the gorgeous, leggy redhead just where he wants him-and no matter what outrageous tricks he pulls, he's not letting him get away. The problem is, he's a lot smarter-and sweeter-than he'd expected. And he's got this deep-buried tenderness he hadn't expected. And their kisses are so hot, they just might burn up ... before they sort it all out.

Hiiii this is the english Version of my Taylor Swift Book, I'll write stories, alerts, rankings and easter eggs so basically everything you could think about Love to all the swifties out there 😘❤

I'm in love with striker so I wrote this 🤷‍♀️

Harlowe didn't mean to fall in love with Zoe- but when does anyone ever mean to fall in love? Somewhere between the costumes, and the dances, and the little touches backstage, Harlowe had let herself slip. Zoe was an older girl, with her portrait in pink feathers and pearls stretch across the outside of the club, but she never bit her tongue. She told Harlowe she was pretty and talented- she told Harlowe she was special- and after long enough Harlowe started believing her. Zoe could convince Harlowe to do anything. That's how everything changed. * * * "Why did you leave Saturday?" Zoe asked suddenly, her voice still warm and sedated like her body in Harlowe's lap. Harlowe chewed her bottom lip. She didn't like lying, but she was good at half truths. "My mom was blowing up my phone. She grounded me." She watched Zoe's features twist into something unpleasant, and Harlowe ran a finger over her cheek in vain, trying to smooth her frown. "You're eighteen." Zoe reasoned. Harlowe shrugged though. "I'm also trying not to get kicked out." "That's not fun." Zoe hummed after a minute, closing her eyes to savour the feeling of Harlowe's fingers twisting through her hair and the rain splattering at their toes.

Melbourne Strippers and Showgirls

this is just a page with random songs that i like!!!!!

ON HOLD DUE TO LACK OF IDEAS 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒙 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔 Kitty was a famous showgirl. Taylor was a huge fan she dreamed of becoming as big as Kitty on the stage. Who wouldn't? Getting to be bejewelled and practically buried in feathers all day. The dream. Little did Taylor know that being in the showgirl world meant so much pain, both physical and mental. #10 in Showgirl #14 in The Life Of A Showgirl.

A girl lives with her single mom in the streets of Manhattan. Her mother is a fine gorgeous show girl and she is a pick pocket. She might look fancy but she is actually quite poor, like everyone. She's spit on by the richies and loved by the street walkers. She's the talk of the streets and proud of it. She even has a few admirers. Let's check out her adventure!

Juliette Parker. Silver falls golden girl. Always loved the country and small town, but she has bigger dreams, sparkly dreams, showgirl dreams. As a new girl gets to town she starts giving Julie hope that she ca accomplish those dreams, there's just one little setback keeping julie down. A little setback who wears a leather jacket and has a smart mouth on him. Isaac Arellanes. Whatever will our showgirl do?

I was born to dance. But war destroyed it all. Lottie is in the centre of World War II, and everything is destroyed. Her records, people and dancing materials...gone. But to rebuild her life, she needs to be herself and to be her full self she needs to dance. But how can she when fire is going through her city and Winston Churchill and everyone else is attempting to rebuild Britain? It's impossible...right?