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
bartender's 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."