The siren that entered was one of exquisite beauty. Bernie had never seen a girl quite like this before, and all he could think about was her boobs. These boobs were even better than the bar maid who had served him only a moment before and whom his friends were still having a good old laugh about. She didn’t look like a bar maid, she looked like one of the dancers. However, she didn’t look much like she was going to go on stage, in fact she didn’t even look like she was dressed for anything associated with a lap dancing joint.
This babe was wearing a simple pair of those skinny jeans and a very loose fitting top; not loose enough to disguise her huge boobs however. He managed to take his eyes from her boobs for long enough to look at her face briefly. He wasn’t disappointed. This girl looked like a girl he’d seen once in college; she had massive hooters too and Bernie thought about them for a few seconds and got an instant hard on. Hang on a moment, he thought to himself, it was her! The girl he was looking at was Sarah Jameson from college, and she didn’t look much different.