Private Dance

By Mary Tales

Xena has always loved dancing, and now she has been asked to put on a very special performance.

She's dancing for the mysterious rich couple who support The Gang- a website and club dedicated to maximum pleasure- in the ballroom of a grand old house. There are five men waiting in the room, all of them eager for her attention, and she should satisfy each one of them as part of her performance. She's going to enjoy each of them, hard and without protection, as her show builds to its climax.

Sensual and sexy, Xena is putting on the show of her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Tales
• Release date: May 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310848438

Mary Tales

With a surname like Tales, what else could young Mary do. She's a very naughty lady with a vivid imagination, and she wants to share it with you.

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Private Dance

Mary Tales

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For such a big man, Henry had an incredibly light and skilful touch, Xena thought. His big fingers were surprisingly nimble as they worked her hair up into a tight plait. Her hair went down past her shoulders, strong, straight and golden. It could be quite an attention getter- after people had noted her long legs and height- but, as she was going to be dancing, she'd need it tied up and under control for the rest of the day.

They weren't in a proper dressing room, but it still had all the right accoutrements. Xena was using the big mirror over the make-up table to slyly watch Henry as he worked on her hair. His expression was of pure concentration, he was determined to do a good job. His bare arms were well muscled, and his shoulders, in his tight T-shirt, wide. He had a handsome, square jawed face with eyes an interesting shade of green. When they had stood side by side earlier, checking out the room, she had noticed that he was an inch or two taller than her. She towered above quite a lot of men, which sometimes made them insecure. Would all the other men tonight be Henry's height, she wondered. Probably not, they had been chosen for entirely different physical attributes.

Henry's eyes flicked up and