Christina Aguilera

"Ms. Aguilera is here," your receptionist tells you as Christina Aguilera, in a tight white shirt and a short white skirt, walks into your office and makes herself at home.

"Christina, what brings you to my office?" you ask her, not really caring since she was showing as much skin as she was, and all you were really thinking about was getting her on your couch and fucking her as soon as you could.

"Well John, it seems that being on "The Voice" has led to a bit of a career resurgence for me," she tells you as she leans over your desk and lets you look down her shirt, "and I need to hire management who knows how to balance all of my career opportunities."

"Well...I'm sure you'll find my services to your liking Christina," you tell her as you start to type up a contract for her, pretty sure you weren't going to let her leave the office without getting some from her.

"You know John...I have a bit of a reputation..." she whispers as she bends over the desk and appears to present herself to you, "so...I have three tight holes over here, baby. I'm going to let you choose which one of them you fuck before I leave."

"I don't know Christina," you whisper to her as you come up behind her and slide her skirt down, thanking God she was as slutty as you'd heard she was, "if you really want me to sign you, you might have to let me have all three, baby."