A mate of mine who owned a bar....
Thursday 23rd October 2008, 12:47 PM

A mate of mine who owned a bar, needed help at his bar last week, so I worked for that saturday,- as a one off behind the bar. A woman came up to the bar. She gestured alluringly to me, so i approached her immediately.
She seductively signaled that I should bring my face closer to hers. As I did, she gently caressed my hair and neck. Are you the manager?, she asked, softly stroking my face, with both hands.

Actually, no, I replied. thinking I had scored tonight.

Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him, she said, running her hands behind my ears and into my hair/head again. I'm afraid I can't, I breathed. Is there anything I can do? I said quietly.

Yes. I need for you to give him a message, she continued, running her forefinger across the my lip and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into my mouth and allowing me to suck them gently. And i did.

What should I tell him? I managed to say.

Tell him, she whispered, There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room.