Candice Michelle

You had heard from your friends in other areas that sometimes people show up who you would least expect to show up at these things.

And even though you've always wanted Candice Michelle, for obvious reasons, even in the line of work you have, you didn't consider it possible, since she had been retired from the wrestling business for awhile and didn't seem to miss it.

But that clearly didn't mean she didn't still have friends in the business, which you figure is what has to be bringing her to your hotel.

So when you see her walking up to you in a tight white shirt that is showing off plenty of her world-class tits and a tight black pair of pants, you make yourself known to her as you give her all of your undivided attention.

"Candice, welcome to my hotel, the name's John," you tell her as she signs in, returning her greeting with one of her own as you start to make small talk with her.

"I can't help but notice that you are alone here this week Candice," you tell her as you find her key and start to show her to her room, hoping you don't sound too eager about that fact.

"Who wants to know?" Candice asks you in return, winking at you as you swipe her key card in the door and show her inside, clearly flirting with you.

"I do Candice," you tell her as you invite yourself into her room and close the door behind her, feeling good enough about the way you have hit it off with her that you might be getting somewhere with her soon.