A bit

"You want me to call you Shayla," said John.

"I think that's appropriate now," she said.

"You want to be my secret blow job buddy."

"Yes, I can totally be..." Her phone rang. "Excuse me." She pulled her phone from her pocket. "Ugh," she said as she looked at the number on her phone.

"You want to tell me what's wrong."

"It's my boss. I do a spin class at 6 pm at her fitness center, and she wants me to move it to 4, but most of my clients come after work. She wants to give the 6 class to the new male spin class teacher. I think she has a thing for her."

"What's your boss's name?"

"Angie Jackson."

"YOu want to answer the phone and give it to me."

Shayla answered the phone. "Hi, Angie. Hold on a second." She handed the phone to John.

John took the phone and wanted to see if his power worked over the phone. "Hi, this is Shayla's life coach." He winked at Shayla, "you want to make her happy."

"Yes, I want to make her happy," said Angie.

"You want to add a benefit to her job. You want to tongue out her anus after her spin class. You want to be only turned on by that, but you are also disgusted by it."

"That...uh...um...is acceptable."

John covered the phone with his hand. "You want Angie to tongue out your sweaty anus."

Shayla just smiled, and John handed the phone back.

As she talked with her boss, John left.

He went to a coffee shop between between an upscale neighborhood and upscale shopping center. He ordered a coffee, took a drink and scanned the place. It was a target rich environment.

There was the friendly, bubbly waitress/barrista:

A MILFish type by the window:

A cute, bookish looking woman in the building's newest addition.

And a group of three friends or co-workers having a lively conversation

John sipped his coffee and made a plan.