A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She
gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached
her immediately. She seductively signalled 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 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.'
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