Stacy Keibler

Some meetings you look more forward to than others, and Stacy Kiebler wanting to meet wirh you was definitely one of those times.

You have followed Stacy's career ever since she got started in the wrestling business, and ever since she branched out into more serious Hollywood roles, you always figured she'd wind up in your office sooner or later.

"Ms. Keibler is here for you Mr. Doe," your receptionist alerts you as you buzz Stacy in, your mouth already watering as she walks in wearing a tight black skirt that showed off damn near every inch of her amazing legs and also hugged her tight ass, with a button-down white shirt to go with it.

"Mr. Doe, pleasure to meet you. Please call me Stacy," she tells you as she offers you her hand and has a seat on your couch to let you work on the contract you would be handing her later.

"Stacy, please call me John. And I must say the pleasure is all mine," you tell her, hoping she is not as smart as some think she is as you draw up the draft for her to look through.

"I have a pretty good idea, I think, what you want from me Stacy. But so we're on the same page, tell me what it is you want out of this arrangement we are working on?" you ask her as you alternate between talking to her and gawking at that the legs that every man wishes they could part.

And little did she know it, but you'd be getting between them real, real soon.