A very attractive woman goes up to the bar
in a quiet rural pub.
She gestures alluringly to the bartender,
who comes over immediately.
When he arrives, she seductively
signals that he should bring his face closer to hers. When
he does so, she begins to gently caress his full beard.
"Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking
his face with both hands.
"Actually, no," the man
replies.
"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to
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 continues, slyly popping a couple of her fingers into
his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.
What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say.
"Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet
paper or hand soap in the ladies room.
