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A fresh spring breeze was blowing through the city. Thanks to the sun it was not too cold and the breeze was just a minor cold chill for the people wandering on the streets. After the long winter life was picking up again, and with the temperature finally rising again peoples mood was lifted too.

Donna found herself walking through the crowd a little bit late for her appointment. She hurried through the alley up to the huge square in the center of the city.

"Made it!" She thought as she saw the terrace ahead of her, "And only five minutes late..."

Donna walked up to the terrace where she was supposed to meet a certain Ms. Brendan.

Ms. Brendan had introduced herself on the phone this morning as being an associate of her husband, and as such had some information she wanted to share with Donna. She had proposed a lunch meeting and Donna had agreed. She was free anyway as her daughters were in school the whole day, and it was her 'relax' day, which she usually spent window shopping, or chatting with her friends.

However a too long chat with a friend had caused her being late, and Donna wanted to be on time, especially as her appointment probably had something to do with her husband's work. She knew from previous meetings that the business associates of Robert didn't like it when people were late. And she had had a few appointments like these before. They usually wanted to do some background checking, verifying what info they had, or just to see what family Robert has. His job as a PR man needed a spotless image.

The lunch terrace Donna found herself on was very well known, Donna had dined there several times both with Robert and with friends. It had a good view over the center square of the city, and it was frequented by the local business community, as it was at the border of the business district and the tourist district, with all its nice shops.

Donna loved to go shopping in the tourist district, and had planned to do so right after lunch. She knew already what she was going to get herself after she had done the good deed of 'saving' her husband's job once again.

Donna looked around for her appointment, and saw a middle aged lady with sunglasses on smiling and waving at her. "That must be Ms. Brendan", Donna thought and walked over to the table.

"Hello... Ms. Brendan?" Donna asked when she reached the table at the side of the terrace.

"Yes," the lady replied, "and you must be Donna? Wife of Robert?" the lady smiled friendly, while gesturing her to sit down at the unoccupied chair.

Donna smiled and sat down. Ms. Brendan meanwhile took a sip of her coffee and picked up a brown envelope.

"As a business woman I learned not to beat around the bush," Ms. Brendan said, while she tapped upon the envelope. "I know a little about the business your husband is in, and how fragile his position currently is."

"Also I know about the financial position of your family, with the house just bought, fixed up, and repainted." Ms. Brendan informed while nonchalant glancing at the adjacent square.

"The schools where you have put your daughters are very good, yet very expensive," Ms. Brendan held up her hand to stop Donna from saying something, "and I do not even mention the new car just bought."

"You, Donna, are not working at all." Ms. Brendan nonchalantly accused Donna from behind her sunglasses. Donna began to feel very uneasy. When this appointment was made it all seemed very casual, yet this woman now seemed to know a little too much of their situation, and she got a feeling this was not actually a normal business contact of Robert.

"With other words, the family is solely depending on the salary of Robert, and his job is on the line. Five men competing for one position, the losers will all be laid off."

"Here in this envelope is the key to the sure downfall of Robert. On the other hand, I do have influence on the positive outcome of his current struggle."

"Have a look at these," the lady said and pushed the envelope over to Donna. Donna by now was scared, and unsure what was happening. She picked up the envelope and looked at its contents.

"Pictures of me, naked sitting in the bath tub, on the bed..." Donna immediately recognized them. Robert had taken them lately for fun, and obviously forgot to delete them, as he usually does. "But these are not that bad at all" Donna wondered, "How will this lady use these against Robert"

"The company needs only a small indiscretion from any of the five men, and he's off the list." Ms. Brendan replied to the unasked question, "They will be more than happy to use these to solve part of their problem."

"However, as mentioned I also can help in the positive outcome." she continued, "And that is where you should focus on; you have the key to his success."

"Me?" Donna asked wondering.

"Yes, you..." the lady smiled warmly, and turned towards Donna. "And it might help you personally too."

"Look at the pictures" Ms. Brendan said "What do you see?"

"Me naked" Donna replied "How..." but her sentenced was cut off by Ms. Brendan "Donna, please just answer the questions. I will explain everything for you after that. Now back to the pictures." she continued while Donna was taken aback "Are you happy with the way you look on them?"

Donna looked at the picture of her in the bath tub. No she was not happy with the way she looked. After two kids, and the housewife life, she got a belly, although if she was standing up straight she still looked good. But sitting down in the bath tub clearly showed her 'love handles'.

"No" Donna replied and pushed the envelope away.

"And that is where I can help you." Ms. Brendan picked up the envelope and looked at the pictures "You need a strong exercise schedule to get back into shape." She fondled meanwhile through the pictures and showed the one of her on the bed to her. Donna turned immediately red; she showed the pictures in public! "You can look so much better than this." another picture "Or this..."another one of her laughing while holding her belly.

"Please put them back in the envelope." Donna looked around to see if anybody had seen the pictures.

"Just listen and do not interrupt me Donna." Ms. Brendan said, yet she did put the pictures back in the envelope on the table. "So let me explain what's in it for you."

"You would like to lose this belly, and improve your overall shape right?"

"Yes..." Donna replied uncertain.

"And up to now you did not have the discipline to get rid of it by yourself." again Donna wondered how this lady knew so much of her. She actually did try to exercise at a local gym, yet never continued long enough, she found the exercises boring.

"I will let you get back into a perfect shape, and give the job to your Robert, I'll even improve your overall appearance... If you do as I say. If not, these pictures get out, Robert losses his job, your family loses the house, the cars, the schools for your daughters, everything will be gone. Not to mention the public embarrassment when all of your friends, family, relatives see you move down the ladder, all because Robert had to share some naked pictures." Ms. Brendan looked at Donna.

"Shh..." she said, when Donna wanted to say something "Think about it first, before saying anything." She smiled again and spoke warmly, "You have lots to win, and everything to lose. Poverty is around the corner, with all relationship problems, family problems, etc. On the other side is Robert having a great job, more than enough money for the house, the cars, schools, shopping, vacation..." she spread her arms and leaned back to emphasize the surroundings, "The good life."

Then she stopped, and there was an intense silence. Donna's mind was racing; thinking of what was happening, and how to get out of this position. "What does this lady want from me?" Donna wondered, while trying to get an answer by examining the older female across the table. But Ms. Brendan just sat leaning back, sipping some coffee. Giving Donna no clue.

"You can ask a question right now." She said nonchalant.

"A question." Donna thought "What can she ask? Why? What was expected of her? How?" She had so many things to ask, where to start?

She decide to go for the 'what' question.

"What is expected of me?" Donna asked uncertain.

"Let me explain, and be again as straight forward as I can be." Ms. Brendan replied. "I am a lesbian, and I fancy you. So I expect you to become my lover."

Holding up her hand to stop Donna from protesting right away, she continued "As such you will do everything I ask you to do. However, I will take into account the fact you still have a family, and they will need some time from you too. So we will not only date, but I will also be handling your training, and train your body back into a fabulous shape. Thus we will still be spending a lot of time together, without it being too obvious to your family and friends."

"Being in a lesbian relationship is not as bad as it seems." She continued "First of all, men do not worry about lesbianism, and therefore do not notice these relationships, so Robert will be no problem. Second, it is true women know best how to please other women. And I would like to add, I am an expert at that. Furthermore I know best how to get your body into shape, and improve your overall appearance."

"So what is it going to be: some lesbian fun, a job for Robert, a future for the kids, the house, the car, the perfect body, or nothing at all, just plain misery ahead?"

"Just answer with: 'I will do as you wish Ms. Brendan, and become your girlfriend'"

She leaned forward to Donna, putting her hand on the confused woman and said softly "You can always back out and go for the misery option any time..."

Donna knew she made sense. It was everything she wanted apart from the lesbian relationship, and she knew if Robert lost his job...

"I-... I will do as you wish Ms. Brendan, and become your ... girlfriend." She whispered, feeling both terrified and excited.

Miss Brendan leaned back in her chair again, clearly happy with her response.

"Okay, 'wise' Donna." she spoke "Let's test if you understand what I will be expecting from you." Again that annoying sip of her coffee.

"You will go to the ladies room, and take of your bra and panties. Then you will come back here and place them on the table, discretely."

Shocked Donna looked at her. Was she serious? She sat there for a few moments not knowing what to do.

"Go on, off to the toilets." Ms. Brendan shooed her "You can always change your mind over there too Donna."

Donna slowly stood up and strolled to the toilets, still wandering if she should go through with this.

In the toilets she walked a few minutes up and down pondering on her options. She did not know how to stop this blackmail, and knew Ms. Brendan was right; if she did not comply with her, Robert would lose his job for sure. On the other side, she was arrogant enough to want the perfect body promised. And a lesbian relationship, if kept a secret, would be no real problem, might even be something fun. Naughty...

She looked into the mirror. She was wearing a dark colored blouse anyway and descent pants so nobody would notice if she was wearing no underwear. And if this got that sick lady off, well she'd had more difficult boyfriends in the past.

When Donna walked back to the table she saw that Ms. Brendan had paid the check already, and was simply sitting enjoying the view and the sun. She smiled when she saw Donna walking towards the table with in her right hand, only visible for the experienced eye, her underwear...