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Private Dancer
Private Dancer
Private Dancer
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Private Dancer

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Megan is reeling from the nasty breakup with her boyfriend, over her job as a stripper, but can't afford to miss a day at work. Fortunately, one of her favorite regulars, Justin is there. He's the closest to a friend that she has at the club. But performing a private dance for him now affects her in a way that it never has before, and now she's tempted to cross the line into something more personal. And intimate...

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 16, 2018
ISBN9781370600045
Private Dancer
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Anissa Palleson

Anissa Palleson writes sexy stories exploring the themes of pregnancy risk and impregnation.

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    Private Dancer - Anissa Palleson

    Private Dancer

    PRIVATE DANCER

    ANISSA PALLESON

    Copyright © 2018 by Anissa Palleson. All characters are over 18 years of age.

    All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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    My head throbbed in time with the music blaring from the other room. I pressed my hands to my temples, willing the pain medication I’d taken moments earlier to work.

    I couldn’t stay back here, in the dressing room, for much longer.

    After what happened tonight, my job was more necessary to me than ever.

    Ironic considering…

    I pushed the thoughts aside, trying to will it away along with the misery pounding inside my head. Adjusted the skimpy halter top I wore, making sure that my tiny pair of shorts rode down lower on my hips, then headed out to the main floor.

    Welcomed the relative darkness of the areas away from the stage. The lack of light would hide the falseness of my smiles.

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