When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face close to hers.
When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard, which is full and bushy. "Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands.
"Actually, no," he replies.
"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him..." she purrs, running her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender, clearly aroused. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues alluringly, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. "Tell him there is no toilet paper in the ladies room."
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