A sexy woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural
pub. She gestured alluringly to the bartender who
approached her immediately. She seductively signaled that he
shouldbring his face closer to hers.
As he did, she gently caressed his full beard. "Are you
the manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face with both
hands.
"Actually, no," he replied.
"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,"
she said, running her hands beyond his beard and into
his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathed the bartender. "Is there
anything I can do?"
"Yes. I need for you to give him a message," she continued,
running her forefinger across the bartender's lips and
slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and
allowing him to suck them gently.
"What should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say.
"Tell him," she whispered, "there's no toilet paper,
hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."
pub. She gestured alluringly to the bartender who
approached her immediately. She seductively signaled that he
shouldbring his face closer to hers.
As he did, she gently caressed his full beard. "Are you
the manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face with both
hands.
"Actually, no," he replied.
"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,"
she said, running her hands beyond his beard and into
his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathed the bartender. "Is there
anything I can do?"
"Yes. I need for you to give him a message," she continued,
running her forefinger across the bartender's lips and
slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and
allowing him to suck them gently.
"What should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say.
"Tell him," she whispered, "there's no toilet paper,
hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."