Bencher
A very attractive lady goes up to the bar. 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, she begins to gently caress his full beard.
"Are you the manager?" she asks softly caressing his face with both hands. "Actually, I'm not," says the man.
"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, running her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly popping a
couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck and nip at them gently.
"What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say around her delicate fingers sliding in and out of his mouth.
"Tell him," she whispers, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap or paper towels in the ladies room... "
When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers. When he does, she begins to gently caress his full beard.
"Are you the manager?" she asks softly caressing his face with both hands. "Actually, I'm not," says the man.
"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, running her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly popping a
couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck and nip at them gently.
"What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say around her delicate fingers sliding in and out of his mouth.
"Tell him," she whispers, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap or paper towels in the ladies room... "
