An attractive woman walked up to the bar in a quiet rural pub and gestured alluringly to the bartender. He rushed over immediately, and she seductively signaled for him to bring his face close to hers.
As he leaned in, she began to gently caress his thick, bushy beard with both hands.
“Are you the manager?” she purred, softly stroking his jawline.
“Actually, no, I’m not,” he stammered, completely captivated.
“Can you get him for me? I really need to speak to him,” she whispered, running her fingers up through his beard and into his hair.
“I’m afraid he’s out,” the bartender breathed, visibly aroused by the attention. “Is there anything at all that I can do for you instead?”
“Yes, there is. I need you to deliver a very important message to him,” she said huskily, gently sliding two of her fingers directly into his mouth, letting him suck on them for a brief, passionate moment.
She pulled her hand away, looked him dead in the eye, and said,
“Tell him that the ladies’ room is completely out of soap and toilet paper.”
