Jessica Alba

There was a time, like many of the similarly powerful agents in Hollywood, that you would've killed to have Jessica Alba in your office.

So when you hear your receptionist tell you that Jessica is in your lobby, it was all you could do to hide your excitement over it, especially seeing the way her tight leather mini skirt and tight blue tank top was hugging her body in all the right places.

"Jessica, how can I be of assistance to you?" you ask her as you usher her in to your office and direct her to sit down on your couch as she starts to explain how her decision to get back into acting (since she had supposedly sworn it off after the first "Sin City" movie) meant that she suddenly needed management again.

"I understand Jessica," you tell her, already beginning work on the contract you were going to offer her, but really just trying to move the conversation along to the next level.

"I don't want you getting the wrong idea or anything John," she tells you, "I didn't get back into acting just to lay down for any guy that wants me to lay down for them. I'm a family woman now."

Somehow, you doubted the validity of her statement, and knew you could probably call her bluff if you got her alone with you, so you present her the contract and tell her to bring it back at her leisure, deciding not to make any moves on her until she has at least signed it first.