Sarah walks into the bar, her eyes cruising for action. She downs a few drinks and lights up a joint. She shrugs off her jacket to reveal a low-cut T shirt. Till now the boys in the back room are just nursing their beers, thinking about nothing, or trying to. But they see her, and all the windows steam up. She is the star of her own show, and she loves it. The jukebox gets her dancing, sexy, like on a runway. Pleasin' and teasin'. Hey, college boy, dance with me, closer than sweat. Give me a long, deep kiss. Rev...
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