Unthinkable
09-28-02, 11:25 AM
A very attractive lady went up to the bar in a small-town 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 . Then 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 hoarsely. "Is there anything I can do?" "Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues as she runs her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly pops a couple of her fingers into his mouth allowing him to
suck on them gently. "What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to gasp out. "Tell him," she whispers, "that there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."
"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 hoarsely. "Is there anything I can do?" "Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues as she runs her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly pops a couple of her fingers into his mouth allowing him to
suck on them gently. "What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to gasp out. "Tell him," she whispers, "that there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."