A rather attractive woman goes up to the register in an upscale hamburger establishment. She gestures alluringly to a large man behind the counter,
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 his 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 says, 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........er...........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."

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