Mickie James

The one thing that struck you about all of the Divas that had headed into your hotel for the weekend was how many of the former Divas seemed to be coming in for the weekend, even though they no longer worked there.

Case in point, Mickie James, who had been away from the WWE for many, many years, and despite not being with any wrestling company at the time, was booked into your hotel for the week.

Since this intrigued you greatly, you made it a point to try and seek her out as she walked int your lobby, and it was pretty easy to see her when she arrived, since she was dressed in denim from head to toe, complete with a denim baseball cap, denim jacket and tight blue jeans to go along with the tight blue shirt she wore.

"Right this way, Ms. James," you say to her as you introduce yourself to her and lead her to your desk to check her in (and check her out).

"Ms. James? Is my mother here?" she teases you as she winks at you and signs in, already making you feel at ease around her, "nice to meet you John, and please call me Mickie."

"Okay then...Mickie..." you reply as you give her a little laugh and start to lead her to her room, trying not to look at her tight ass as it bounced in the jeans she wore.