A Sexy Request
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A very sexy young woman went up to the bar counter 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 on them gently.
"WWWWhat should I tttttell him?" the bartender managed to say.
"Tell him," she whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or
paper towels in the ladies room."
