Gale Stanley has a scorching new addition to her Scenes from the Underground series that you are not going to want to miss. Check out The Stableboy – available now from Evernight Publishing!
The Stableboy (Scenes from the Underground #3) by Gale Stanley
Available: March 25, 2016
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Perry thought he hit rock bottom when he went from reality TV star to prison inmate. Then the warden gave him a choice—stay in prison or be part of a new rehabilitation program. It was an easy choice, but nothing comes easy, and Perry soon learns the truth.
Instead of enforcing the law, Police Chief Arthur Wright and a group of dirty cops set up a stable of porn stars, and they’re staffing it with talent handpicked from the prison. Perry does what he has to, in order to survive, but when he mouths off to the sadistic cop who’s training him, he discovers there are worse things than making dirty movies.
Meathead put his hand over mine to steady it and gave me a refill. “You’re supposed to sip it.”
“Right.” I took a little sip and narrowed my eyes at him. “I thought you were a health freak.”
He grinned at me. “I’ll cop to the freak part.”
I grinned back. Chalk one up for the cop. He actually made me smile.
“Get in the tub.”
“Yes, master.” Holding my wine carefully, I climbed into the tub and slid under the hot water. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a bath. It felt like the height of luxury. I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I resorted to sarcasm. “If you’re trying to seduce me, you should have lit candles. Maybe some music—”
“Cut out the bullshit.”
“Yes, sir.” I did my little mouth zip pantomime.
Meathead started to take his clothes off.
Hah! Liar, liar, pants on fire. You do want to fuck me.
Suddenly, my nerves kicked in. I had a busy day. What if I couldn’t perform?
I was already on Wright’s shit list. I didn’t need another bad report card.
My fear lessened as Meathead revealed more of his body. He was incredibly hot. Almost too handsome, he took my breath away. I wanted to lick the sexy smattering of dark hair between his chiseled pecs. When he pulled his boxers down, a fat cut cock sprung out from his neatly trimmed bush. I tried not to stare. He didn’t need the ego trip. Still, nothing beat the sight of a long, stiff cock. Knowing it was hard for me made it even better. He might not respect me but he couldn’t deny he wanted me.
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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.