Artist, especially oil painter.
That little business shirt that oh-so-innocently pulls at the buttons near her breasts…I’ll be in mah bunk.
At times, they can be the motorheads of food. I once spent an evening with a friend who had worked for years as a pastry chef. We spent hours going through European pastry books with her ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the desserts, and I could understand how the focus was on taste and presentation and not just on putting a lot of sugar on a plate (like most American desserts.) It was a lot like hanging out with a British car nut who would rather have a simple car with a lot of character than have the biggest engine on Friday night.
What? No love for your poker dealer?
We try to make you feel at home. We take all your money, treat you like crap and don’t put out.
Oh, that explains it. Nevermind, but I was propositioned by a hot blonde chick Saturday, and a very sincere guy who repeatededly asked if he could give me his #.
Today? I was called a flirt. Go figure…
Japanese shrine maiden. Magical powers and swordsmanship helpful, but not required 
Spy.
I mean, just look at Valerie Plame. I’d like to blow her cover all night long. Rowr.
Add alt-pop band Groovelily’s violinist/vocalist Valerie Vigoda, whose in-person performance nearly made my skull melt.
FedEx Package Handler points to self
Doctors with terrible bedside manner, but fantastic knowledge and technical ability.
There are plenty of female doctors that can make you feel good, but the ones that make you realize that your life is in her hands and you’re probably better off for it make me tingly.
Oh, and teachers. Growl.
In the realms of fiction (screen, at least), I’d have to say…executive officer/2nd in command.
Y’see, if the character is a female commander, the creators will tend to over-write the character. Like by trying too hard to make them a good role model, or a “strong” persona, or they’ll end up being as bland and formulaic as any other hero or villainess.
Supporting characters, however, often get to be…y’know “characters.” As in “boy, she’s a real character, isn’t she?” Quirky personalities, interesting “looks” to them, and the solid competance to get a basic job done while the higher-ups get the spotlight for being all flashy and heroic/villainous.
Eh…
…and by that I mean, “female electric guitarists.” And some varieties of dancers.
Insurance agents? Crickets chirping. Well, I think I’m sexy no matter what my profession! 
If you carry coverage against being found out by a jealous wife, I’ll be willing to put your assertion to the test 
Auto parts clerk. Guys come into a car parts place with their guyness glowing, then the cutie behind the counter knows all about cars!
Bartender. Part of the job is being friendly to the customers. Then she leans toward him to wipe off the bar. If she’s nicely put together, guys start selecting drinks made from bottles on the bottom shelf, so she has to bend over.
Dental Hygienist. Even if the patient hasn’t read those Penthouse letters, the mechanics of the job are very close. She hovers over the upturned face of the helpless patient. The patient can look at the million candlepower light, or he can gaze at her eyes. She’s almost close enough to feel her heartbeat. Some even lean on the patient’s shoulder. I have to remind myself, “She’s a professional, and I have to respect that instead of checking out her tits.”
As one of my (male engineer) friends once remarked, "The engineer’s friend is the nurse. He dated a health-care professional for years.
Come to think of it, I think every woman I’ve dated more than once has been a nurse or health-care professional – and I wasn’t even consciously shooting for that. Pepper Mill is a Certified Dental Assistant (not to mention a Certified Nanny).
Well, obviously. Somebody has to bandage you up when you hurt yourself monkeying with the lawn mower.
leers I gotta package you can handle… 
Cite?
Stupid story.
On one of the last flights in Iraq, we were flying home after a long night, dead tired, and honestly, pretty bored.
One of the ATC girls comes on the radio:
ATC Girl: Blah blah blah.
Copilot: Dude, she sounds hot.
Pilot: Wow, she really does.
Me: You should like, hit on her.
Pilot: Ok, ok, I will. ‘Tower, call sign so and so…’ Crap, what do I say?
So yeah, he didn’t say anything obvious, but he’d call in and ask questions.
I don’t think she was interested. She didn’t even wait for us to call back to get permission to change frequencies, she called us.
We need more male nurses! PRONTO!
(female engineer)