The Restroom
A rather attractive woman goes up to the register in an upscale hamburger
establishment. She gestures alluringly to a large man who comes over
immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he
should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently
caress is cheek, which is slowly turning a crimson red. "Are you the
owner?" she asks, now softly stroking his face with both hands. Actually,
"No" he replies. "I'm just the manager." "Can you get him for me? I need
to speak to him." She asks, running her hands up beyond his ears and
into his hair. "I'm afraid I can't," breathes the manager clearly aroused,
"he's in the back doing taxes right now. Is there anything I can do?" "Yes,
there is. I need you to give him a message." She continues huskily,
popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them
gently. "Tell him" she says "that there is no toilet paper or hand soap in
the ladies room." |
