Woman and bartender
Johann
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."