Selling Private Information

"Hey mate, can you gimme her phone number?"

We'd hear this at closing time probably 4 times each night. It is spoken in a conspiratorial whisper, as we shove 'em out the back door.

Half the boys who come into the pub are panting over one of the staff, Racquel. Polynesian, and incredibly beautiful, she looks very like Catherine Bell (TV star, was in a show called JAG for years) Except Racquel is 18, very attractive, with a very demure manner. And much much slimmer than Catherine Bell.

She bestows a lovely smile, all the boys think they are in with a chance, that the smile she gives them is more special than the smile she gives to all the others.

But she doesn't give them her phone number, only a sweet smile.
Hence there is always someone asking for her number. Racquel is stunningly beatiful, alluring, etc etc.

Explanations that it is not our policy to give out the private phone numbers of staff are often met with a surreptitious $50 note.....

.... which we slyly pocket, as we scribble a phone number onto the back of a beer coaster.

We get another $50 for the staff party.
The taxi firm gets another call from someone who needs a ride home.

So continues life behind the bar.