The bar manager was taking a break and sipping his favorite (and free) beverage when a perfect 10 approaches him.
"I understand you're the manager of this bar" she leads with.
Why yes" he admits with a curious smile.
"Wow, that's a pretty responsible job for someone as young as you" she purrs.
"I suppose it is" he confesses, "But I assure you I earned the position"
"Well, I mean, this is probably the best bar in the city. And you are responsible for maintaining that reputation!" she explains, as she starts to stroke his beard.
"Yes, of course. I'm in charge of everything." He stutters, clearly admiring the attention.
"Well you seem to be very good at it. I mean almost everything here is perfect" she explains as she deftly twirls each finger in turn through his beard.
"Well, I like to think that everything is perfect, just like I think you are perfect" he protests, as he strives to maintain his cool and demeanor.
"No, not quite everything" she sulks, dipping her fingers into his drink before drying them one by one on his shirt.
"Hey, if there is anything the least bit shy of your expectations, let me know and I will take care of it for you" he volunteers, excited by this time beyond his dreams by where this incredibly sexy encounter is likely to lead to.
"I was hoping you would say that" she says, and with that she starts to leave. Looking over her shoulder she continues "I just thought you should know that the lady's washroom is out of toilette paper."
"I understand you're the manager of this bar" she leads with.
Why yes" he admits with a curious smile.
"Wow, that's a pretty responsible job for someone as young as you" she purrs.
"I suppose it is" he confesses, "But I assure you I earned the position"
"Well, I mean, this is probably the best bar in the city. And you are responsible for maintaining that reputation!" she explains, as she starts to stroke his beard.
"Yes, of course. I'm in charge of everything." He stutters, clearly admiring the attention.
"Well you seem to be very good at it. I mean almost everything here is perfect" she explains as she deftly twirls each finger in turn through his beard.
"Well, I like to think that everything is perfect, just like I think you are perfect" he protests, as he strives to maintain his cool and demeanor.
"No, not quite everything" she sulks, dipping her fingers into his drink before drying them one by one on his shirt.
"Hey, if there is anything the least bit shy of your expectations, let me know and I will take care of it for you" he volunteers, excited by this time beyond his dreams by where this incredibly sexy encounter is likely to lead to.
"I was hoping you would say that" she says, and with that she starts to leave. Looking over her shoulder she continues "I just thought you should know that the lady's washroom is out of toilette paper."
