Michael had a plan.

He told Joan that they would be going out to a club for drinks and there would meet a friend of his.

Joan, by the way, is 5'5", about 135 lbs with full breasts and an ample ass. Her hair is dark and stylishly cut leaving her face exposed. Her strongest assets are her beauty and her smile. With a different body type, she could have been considered modeling material.

Michael let her choose her clothes and she selected a simple cocktail dress with just enough cleavage to make sure that when people glanced at her, they went back for seconds. Pumps, pantyhose and the ubiquitous black choker finished her attire.

They arrived at the sedate club and stood at the bar sipping their drinks. Her eyes roamed constantly, scanning with her early warning system trying to guess who was the friend that Michael wanted her to meet.

As she was looking afar, she did not notice the slim man walk over to Michael nor see them shake hands. "Joan", Michael called as she quickly turned back to him, 'this is John'. She quickly eyed this short man, just barely over her own height, looking like he spent a good deal of time in a gym. She noticed his short cropped grey hair and the tautness of his skin, giving him a somewhat ominous appearance.

"Hi" she said, as she extended her arm and commenced to go through her long practiced procedure of trying to influence a man with her smile and her stunning features.

As he took her hand she felt he looked right past her and directly through her eyes. He did not say anything, just nodded and bowed his head slightly.

"Michael", she said, keeping her eyes on John, "I don't think you ever mentioned John to me."

As Michael began to speak, she noticed that John's stare had not waivered. His pale blue eyes, set off by the grey hair made her anxious and she had trouble focusing on what Michael was saying. She picked up the words, 'trainer' 'change in attitude' and with the word 'whip-master', she realized he was talking about her.