Kaitlyn

Celeste Bonin, the Diva formerly known as Kaitlyn, had never really been one of your favorites, but it was quite obvious to you when you saw her walk into your lobby in a low-cut top that showed a lot of cleavage and a tight pair of blue jeans, that she was far more attractive in person.

So you made no secret about eyeing her up and down as she walked closer and closer to your front desk and began to sign in.

"Hey...Kait-" you start to say to her until she playfully puts a finger to your mouth and giggles as she looks you in the eyes and responds.

"Kaitlyn is what the company who's in town this week used to call me," she tells you, "you may call me what all my friends call me and call me Celeste."

"Very well then Celeste," you tell her as you gawk at her tits some more and hope she didn't catch you, "would you like me to show you to your room?"

"Sure thing John," she says to you, noticing your name tag for the first time, "and by the way...my eyes are UP HERE..."

"Please don't be mad Celeste," you stammer as you scramble to maintain control of the situation, "but can you really blame me for staring as hot and sexy as you are, baby?"