Papa Deuce
<font color="red">BBQ loving, fantasy football pla
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A sexy woman went up to the DJ booth in a club towards the end of the night....She gestured alluringly to the DJ who approached her immediately. She seductively signaled that he should bring his face closer to hers.
As he did, she gently caressed his goatee. "Can you page the
manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.
"Actually, no," he replied with much regret.
"Are you sure, sweetie? I need to speak to him," she said,
running her hands beyond his goatee and into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathed the DJ. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes. I need for you to give him a message," she continued, running her forefinger across the DJ's lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth . He was getting excited thinking about bringing her home after the club closed.
"What should I tell him?" the DJ managed to say.
"Tell him," she whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."
As he did, she gently caressed his goatee. "Can you page the
manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.
"Actually, no," he replied with much regret.
"Are you sure, sweetie? I need to speak to him," she said,
running her hands beyond his goatee and into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathed the DJ. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes. I need for you to give him a message," she continued, running her forefinger across the DJ's lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth . He was getting excited thinking about bringing her home after the club closed.
"What should I tell him?" the DJ managed to say.
"Tell him," she whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."
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