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."
