A 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 bartender's lip 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:
roud:
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 bartender's lip 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:
roud:
