A very attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who immediately comes over to her.
When he arrives, she seductively signals for him to bring his face closer to hers. When he does, she begins to gently caress his full
beard, "Are you the manager?" she asks softly stroking his face with both hands.
"Actually, no ..." the bartender replies.
"Can you get him for me?" she asks, "I need to speak with him," she says running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender "Is there anything I can do?"
When he arrives, she seductively signals for him to bring his face closer to hers. When he does, she begins to gently caress his full
beard, "Are you the manager?" she asks softly stroking his face with both hands.
"Actually, no ..." the bartender replies.
"Can you get him for me?" she asks, "I need to speak with him," she says running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, there is, I need you to give him a message" she continued huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to gently suck them.
"What should I tell him?" he manages to say while not missing a finger.
"Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet paper or hand soap in the ladies room"
"What should I tell him?" he manages to say while not missing a finger.
"Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet paper or hand soap in the ladies room"
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