Taryn Terrell

Much to your surprise, you see another former WWE Diva, who also happens to work for the competition now, strolling into your lobby, and you can instantly tell who it is.

Not that it would be hard to, with the blonde hair and the big tits and the nice legs that Taryn Terrell has and all.

And there she was walking into your lobby in a tight-fitting white shirt and a matching white skirt that was giving you a great view of everything you happen to love about her, and when she walks over to your desk to start signing in, you're quick (and hopefully not a little TOO quick), to engage her in conversation.

"Taryn, welcome to my hotel, the name's John," you tell her as she locks eyes with you, letting it linger long enough that you think you already have a shot to fuck her before the week is over, "I would be happy to assist you in anyway possible during your stay here."

"Well, aren't you just an eager beaver?" she giggles as you grab her bags and start to lead her to her room, knowing that she is apparently flying solo this week, but not wanting to appear to happy about that.

But when you arrive at her room with her and let her in, you decide that you can't let another minute go by without asking her about it, so you go in for the kill.

"So Taryn...I noticed it says you're a party of one this week...?" you ask her, anticipating a positive response, but hanging close enough to the door that you can run should she balk at your rather blatant propositioning of her.