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 should bring 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 bartenders 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."
She gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached
her immediately.
She seductively signaled that he should bring 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 bartenders 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."
