Phone For Service

From my good buddy Jawn in Washington DC. Rated "R".

A gentleman staying at the Ritz Hotel in London finds a card offering sexual services in a telephone box on Piccadilly, so he grabs it and quickly slips it into his jacket pocket.

Back at the hotel he rings the number. A lady with a silky soft voice answers and asks if she can be of assistance.

The gentleman says, "I'd like some missionary work, a little doggie-style, some mild bondage, finishing off with a blow job. What do you think?"

The lady says, "I think it sounds intriguing, sir, but you might like to press 9 first to get an outside line."

Posted August 5, 2004

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