Lindsey Vonn

You have been fortunate to deal with your fair share of hot athletes since you started your celebrity dealings, but Lindsey Vonn was one you always secretly had a thing for.

Lindsey, of course, had parlayed an Olympic career into a sponsorship-heavy career post-Olympics, so as far as you were concerned, it was only a matter of time before you dealt with her.

"Miss Vonn is here Mister Doe," your receptionist tells you as Lindsey walks to your door wearing a dress you were already quite familiar with.

"Hello Lindsey...is that your ESPY dress?" you ask her as you look her up and down in the red dress she is wearing, drawing an answer in the affirmative from her.

"Yes it is John. I can call you John, right? Anyway, I apologize if it might be too formal for this kind of thing, but I always like to make a good first impression," she tells you as you look her up and down again, not even bothering to hide the way you were looking at her.

"Why certainly Lindsey. I enjoy being on a first name basis with my clients. And no, that dress is fine," you tell her as you watch her sit down on your couch and look around.

"And especially since you're gonna be out of it before you leave here anyway," you say under your breath, hoping it wasn't loud enough for her to hear, as you start drawing something up for her.