Provocation Ch. 06

There might seem to be some repetition in this chapter, but it is progression, not rhyme.

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Provocation - Six

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"Yo, Sammy!" I said as the call went through.

"Hello," Sammy answered automatically, then I heard who I was register in his voice. "Oh... hey, Carl. How are you... what can I do for you?"

Look, I will freely admit that I was kind of grooving to this strange condition of Sammy being intimidated by me. Dude is at least five inches taller than me, and outweighs me by about 30 pounds of not fat, so this was a novel feeling for me, in particular and in general. But I did not want to leave him hanging out to dry, either. My better angels had already won this battle, which was why I was calling.

"So, Yardbirds this weekend, huh?" I asked casually. "I hope it isn't too quiet. The crowds don't seem to be going there anymore."

"That's where the girls declared," Sammy agreed, also puzzled. Then he hemmed. "But, um, maybe I won't make it there this week... I, uh, maybe I should..."

"Dude," I cut him off. "I hope you show. If it does turn out to be lame, it would be infinitely more lame without you."

"Uh, thanks. I appreciate the confidence, especially after I, uh, what happened the last couple of times," he struggled.

"Dude," I said again, putting the steel in my voice he clearly expected, but not for the reasons he expected. "I. Have. No. Beef. With. You."

That took him aback, as I had expected. "I...? You... But I..."

"Sammy, you did exactly what Gwen wanted you to do. She enjoyed it. You enjoyed it. And to answer your worries, I enjoyed it. At least I hope you enjoyed it, because if you didn't, I'm driving over to your office and taking you to get a CT scan right now."

"Uh, that's... why?" Sammy asked.

"Because it was sexy to watch. Because I love it any time Gwen enjoys herself. And mostly because we have recently discovered that when we get home after us provoking each other like we both did that night with all of the rest of you guys, the aftermath is always legen... wait for it... dary." I added that last because I know Sammy has a weird love for the Barney Stinson character. It got the laugh I wanted and a reset from my friend. I could tell he was still not comfortable, but he wasn't skittish anymore.

I heard him take a deep breath. "So, yeah. Yardbirds. Think maybe you and I can take control for once of where we go from teh wimmenz, after this weekend crashes and burns?"

"I like the cut of your jib," I replied.

*

Yardbirds sucked in all possible ways.

There was no energy in the place. It was half-empty, which was a little sad. We all remembered how it was when it first opened, and we had a crazy time every time we went. There was no energy on the dance floor anymore, and no crowd there either, which made it sort of impossible to get away with any provokinatin' behavior. And it really was well-lit. Like, as well-lit as an Applebee's.

"I hate to see an institution pass," I said, as we all huddled around the table we had easily claimed. "But if this place is still open in another month, I'll eat my hat."

"Okay, Okay!" Zoe grumped, slapping the table with her hand. "I fucked up this time. This is lame. I'm sorry."

Sammy and I looked at each other. I liked that we were back to making comfortably conspiratorial glances at each other. It was time to seize control of the future Saturday night agenda.

But Gwen spoke first. "Fuck this. I say we write this off, finish our drinks, and go bowling!"

"Bowling?" I asked, surprised.

Sammy laughed. "Actually, I say we go for it. They just built that gigantic bowling palace near here. They even supposedly have good wings."

"We all already had dinner," Deidra said drily.

"There is always room for good wings," Sammy intoned.

"I haven't gone bowling in like five years," Deidre mused. "Sounds like fun."

"You good with assaulting innocent little pins with giant boulders?" Gwen asked me.

"An athletic endeavor where I can whip Sammy's ass? I'm in."

"You wish, dude," Sammy said.

Game on.

He and I went back and forth about our once-upon-a-time bowling scores. I was betting Sammy had not bowled any more recently than I had. I was hoping that, at least.

"Hey, Zoe," Deidre interjected suddenly. "You haven't said a word. Are you okay with blowing off dancing?"

She was right. None of us had confirmed that it was cool with Zoe. We all looked at her solicitously.

Zoe looked a little skittish about the idea, actually.

"Bowling is totally easy," Gwen reassured her heartily. "And even if you gutter every frame, it is still fun to give each other shit. You'll be fine."

Zoe grinned. "I think I can manage. I've been in a Tuesday night bowling league for four years."

Damn. We all stared at her in shock. You think you know a girl.

"A league?" Gwen snorted. "Thank God. Zoe is finally acting older than me."

*

Sammy and I both found that we remembered how to bowl pretty well. But it was a good thing we had each other to compete and talk trash with, because neither of us was literally or figuratively in Zoe's league. She rolled a 217 her first game, and spent the whole time complaining that she was sucking this evening since she had to roll the shitty rental ball she had laboriously picked out.

Sammy barely beat me in both games we played, and I had to salve my ego by making him admit that the wings were, in fact, not all that.

What had started out as an absolute bust turned into a pretty great evening out. We all laughed and had a great time. The lanes had an excellent selection of craft brews, but we were all remarkably sober... ish the whole night.

It did occur to me that there was a drawback. This was a huge, fairly crowded bowling alley. There was no opportunity for even the most innocent of provoking behavior.

Midway through the last game, I missed picking up an easy spare and flounced grumpily back to sit next to my woman, draping my arm around her shoulder. Gwen's turn had been right before mine, so we had time to relax while the others took their turns, and she nestled lightly into me.

"This is the most action we've gotten all night," I mused, mostly just to voice my casual happiness with the snuggle.

"It's nice to remember that we can still hang out normally with our friends," she replied.

"Kinda reassuring, honestly," I thought out loud.

"I agree, but how do you mean?" Gwen asked. Those exact seven words were a common thing to say between us. Talking through an instinctive accord often made it stronger.

"I'm just glad to remember I don't need a whole weekend's worth of provocation to still pound you into the mattress as thoroughly as I'm going to when we get home."

I expected a poke in the ribs, but I just got a yummy, "Mmmmm." We shared a wicked glance. "You know," Gwen added casually, "I love that we both still want to just be normal with our friends most of the time. But I hope that you don't want to give up being provoked when the opportunity arises. I know I don't."

I snorted. "I think you enjoy provoking me!" I waggled my eyebrows.

"I do enjoy the variety of actions that provoke you," Gwen admitted. A fleeting memory of Ron's cock sawing into her caused a twitch in my pants. "But what I love are your reactions, at the time... and especially later."

"I say we table this discussion until we get home," I said abruptly. "Because if we continue, I'm going to bend you over the score table there and get us all thrown out." Putting word to deed, I popped up and watched as Zoe, Zoe left herself with a seven-ten split!

"God dammit," our Pro From Dover growled. "No more spur-of-the-moment bowling nights, you guys! We plan ahead the next time we bowl, because I can't be bringing my ball with me in the Uber every week, just in case."

That got a laugh, but I think we all surprised ourselves at the way the idea of another bowling night sometime soon appealed.

"That sounds good," Gwen said, rising from the hard plastic bench with a sinuousness to her movements that had been heretofore absent on this evening. "But I am also missing getting in my dancing. Next week, I say we go back to Vein."

That drew a surprised silence for a moment.

Sammy blanched. Well, he would have blanched if it were physiologically possible. His eyes widened, and he looked at me. The skittishness was back.

This again? I thought we had talked. I locked eyes with him. "Sounds great to me. You in, Sammy?"

He didn't like being punished for not listening to me, so he replied with a hearty, "Absolutely," to cover his grimace.

"I'm in," Zoe said, shooting a glance at me. "But I should have guessed Gwen would want to go back there. She had the best time last time!"

"I had a pretty good time," Deidre muttered, and Zoe giggled quietly.

I just drummed my fingers on my chin, which made both of them flinch.

"The only problem is, I can't wear the white dress again so soon. I'll need to go shopping for a new blacklight outfit!" Gwen said in suddenly acquisitive glee.

So, add another 300 bucks to the cost of next weekend's dancing...

"How about we go shopping on Wednesday after work?" Deidre asked quickly. "I'll get something cool too."

"Me too," Zoe chimed in. "I'm tired of the hot pants. I think I want something with a skirt..."

*

The dress ended up closer to 400 bucks.

Worth it.

It too had the flaring skirt that would probably spin out wide when Gwen twirled hard enough. What the top sacrificed in side-boob from the white dress, it made up for with cleavage. Again, my lady is not extravagantly well endowed, but with a neckline like this, that was a good thing.

Cathy would have needed rescue tape just to keep from falling out of this dress while doing something simple like getting into a car.

Hmmm... Maybe Ron and I could talk Gwen into letting Cathy borrow it some Friday night.

It would be an awesome clubbing dress anywhere, but the fabric made it super awesome for Vein. It was a shocking pink that fluoresced hard, accented with strategic black pin-cording to accentuate her waist. In the dark of Vein, in that glowing outfit, even my self-conscious woman could not complain about any fictional issues with her waistline.

"I think we should eat early tonight," Gwen said, pulling a pair of frozen Chicken Kievs and a leftover creamed spinach out of the freezer. "I'd like to get to Vein and be in line when they open."

I grinned at her and went to set the table. "Want to make sure we get a wall booth again?" I asked archly.

"Darn straight," Gwen said, looking at me with merry seriousness. "I think there might be one or two tables that are even darker than the one we had last time."

I chuckled, looking forward to standing in line long enough to get one of them. "Why do I feel that I am going to be expected to provoke the hell out of you this evening?"

"Because you are," Gwen said. Then she leaned over toward me with a lascivious smile. "And I think you can expect me to hot and sweatily provoke the shit out of you too!"

I matched her smile. What she said could mean a host of things, from just some crazy as fuck dirty dancing, to...

I did not ask her what she meant, because it was much more fun this way.

I also noted that this time she did not even go through the charade of putting panties on under that new dress before we left.

*

My lady and I were in line to get in well before opening, and managed to get what had to be the best wall booth in the club. It was pitch black there, with even a few of the pinlights in the floor for footing burnt out. It also was on the slightly elevated side of the club, so it afforded the best view of the dance floor.

Since Gwen and I had saved money by eating dinner at home, I chose to forget the money spent on Gwen's new dress (we could afford it, after all) and splurge on bottle service for the table, our treat this time. The chilled liter of Belvedere, along with glasses, mixers, and two ice buckets of bottled water, were all on the table when Sammy and Zoe arrived. Deidre was not far behind.

We all shared full to the brim shots, then spent a few minutes as the liquor kicked in, crapping on poor Yardbirds and how lame it had been. Some shit was talked about bowling scores as well.

Deidre peered around under the high table. "I don't see your bowling ball, Zoe. Where is it?"

"We are not ending up bowling tonight," Zoe said firmly, with what was probably a gleam in her eye, though it was hard to tell. "Tonight is going to be epic!"

There was definitely an anticipatory note in her voice. I sensed she had plans to provoke Gwen herself. I could absolutely live with that.

A second round of shots later, and Gwen and I hit the floor to dance. We had actually practiced a little during the week, and threw ourselves into the craziest moves we thought we could pull off. I spun her a lot, especially at first, but the new dress turned out not to flare as fully as the white dress. I was unable, therefore, to flash my gal's naked nethers to the whole club, who would have been unable to make them out in the darkness anyway. It was a massive bummer.

We shifted to a series of passes, turns, and clinches, and that was much better. The energy in the club was high, even this early in the evening, and despite how energetic Gwen and I were being, I doubted people were paying any particular attention to us. The only people who were likely watching closely were Sammy, Zoe, and Deidre, back at our table. We knew they had not gone off on their own to dance yet, so we knew that while we could not see them back there from out here on the floor, they could certainly see us.

Gwen did not once start grinding on me, or I on her. But we had an absolute blast trying various ways to run our hands all over each other, right out in the open, without being noticed.

She had the harder time. My pants were a nondescript light gray, but there were enough white threads in the weave to make them still glow pretty brightly in the UV light bathing us. Gwen's hands must have looked like obvious dark silhouettes whenever she grabbed my ass. But she swiftly got the hang of giving my junk a good squeeze that wasn't obvious unless you were looking closely, every time I led her through certain passes, clinches, or turns. Of course, that meant I was calling for those maneuvers almost exclusively by the time we were done.

My hands were quite obviously on her ass often, and were practically bathed in the glow of the pink fabric, but hey, there were lots of guys' hands on their dance partners asses out there.

My greater difficulty was in getting much of a feel of Gwen's tits. I hadn't usually tried to feel them up in public much in the past, but I was determined to do so tonight, and likely going forward.

But my hands would have stood out like mad if I put them over the pink of that dress. It would have been obvious. I felt like that might have caused a bit of a scene.

At least this early in the evening.

But here's the thing about a dress that low-cut. There are lots of ways to get your hands under the fabric of the dress.

When I figured out a few moves that let me casually slip my hands completely inside the cleavage, get a good feel, and then withdraw, all without being obvious about it, I really leaned into those moves.

No one around us so much as batted an eye.

After the fifth song, I blew out a breath as Gwen came to a simultaneous halt. "I need another shot and a bottle of water, not in that order," I said.

"Deal," Gwen said, giving me a flushed smile and heading back to our table.

All three of our friends were still there, staring at us. My subtle moves had clearly not been missed by them.

"Damn, bro," Sammy said, pouring a round of shots for all. "Dial it back a little. You guys have been making it an early night of it lately anyway, but you were looking like you were ready to drag Gwen home and get busy already!"

Zoe slammed back her shot and giggled, "Who says they have to go home to get busy?"

Deidre shoved her, but not in disapproval. I noted that the level in the bottle indicated that the three of them had done at least one more shot amongst themselves while Gwen and I had been out provoking them.

"It is almost dark enough in here," Sammy agreed.

"Almost?" Deidre laughed. "Come on, Sammy! You really didn't notice?"

"Huh?"

I rolled my eyes, but this was too entertaining to cut off.

"Remember last time here? When you came back by the table and thanked Gwen for all the 'advertising' she gave you out on the dance floor?" Deidre asked. Sammy started to nod, and she pounced. "Carl was outright fucking her right at the table at that very moment, while she was talking to you!"

"Ha! Pull the other one, Dee," Sammy snorted. "You two were standing right next to 'em."

"I know," said Zoe in a husky voice. I felt a hand brush over the front of my pants and the still quite tumescent bulge therein. "It was so fucking hot." The hand had not been Gwen's!

How provoked did we have Zoe?

Sammy looked at me, eager to share the joke.

I just stared back at him blandly. "Dude. I told you I enjoyed it when you danced with Gwen like that."

Sammy still didn't believe it. I mean, he certainly did, but his brain wasn't going to admit it. "Well, regardless of whatever nutso shit that is going to allegedly happen tonight, I want my advertising! Let's dance, Gwen," he said, and tugged at my lady's hand. She shot me a challenging look over her shoulder as they headed for the floor. I watched them go, feeling a little preemptively provoked.

"Guard the bottle, Zoe," Deidre sang, grabbing my hand. "I'm not going last tonight!" With an outraged bark from Zoe, Deidre yanked me after her toward the dance floor.

We laughed as we took up position almost next to Sammy and Gwen, which was just perfect as far as I was concerned. I was glad to have a front row seat as I watched how much Gwen could convince my buddy to try. As for Deidre, I was decidedly uncertain which of us would be trying to convince the other.

Dee's dress was not a sausage casing like the last one she had worn here at Vein, but it was better. It was lime green and hugged her slender body gently while covering very little of it. The top was held up with spaghetti straps, and there were huge cutouts on either side of her waist. Best of all, it was as short as the Gettysburg Address. It had a beaded fringe that didn't glow, overlaying the dress below the waist, but that just made the fabric beneath seem to peek through more dramatically.

And I doubted that I would need to do much convincing, if any at all, to get Deidre to help me provoke Gwen, because Dee's nipples were tenting that dress like mad.

"That's a nice, demure outfit," I said to Deidre, again glad that Vein was never too loud.

"Demure?" she scoffed.

"Yeah," I said seriously. "For a stripper gown," I added with a mocking grin.

She shot a glare at an oblivious Gwen. "She told you?"

"Told me what?"

"This is a stripper dress."

"What?"

"When we went shopping, Gwen and Zoe found good stuff at the mall, but I struck out. So Gwen conned us into going to that place, Skinz Exotique, the one out on Industrial. You know it?"

I knew it. The window displays were a menace to vehicular traffic. "Seriously?" I asked.

Deidre just spun around for me. "It was hard to find even this one that covered enough for me to dare to wear it," she said, leaning against me now. Her modest breasts, not covered by much, pressed against my chest. I reached out and grabbed her lower back... upper ass really, and pulled her in to press against my up and coming hard-on. "I tried to chicken out on even this one, but Gwen was insistent."

Thank you, my beautiful woman.

I looked over at said beautiful woman, and saw that she was helping Sammy through some more basic dance moves, but also watching me press against Deidre. When our eyes met, and she saw I was paying attention, she let go of his hands and forgot about choreography. Instead, she turned away and began to drag her fantastic ass across the front of Sammy's trousers. She wasn't grinding on him, mind you. She was caressing him with a series of sweeping passes with her backside, each fleeting but firm.

Sammy had on salmon-colored slacks today that barely fluoresced at all, but with a green collared shirt that made up for the lack. The Calloway logo on the shirt subtly gave away that he was wearing a golf outfit again, but I figured that most of the women in the club, including our own circle, were too interested in what was inside the shirt to notice the logo embroidered on it.

But the pants were not as loose as he should have chosen, and my lady's sweeping caresses had him with a fully visible situation.

The sight of that, after Deidre's good work, finished off the work of hard-on construction for me. I smugly noted that my pants did a better job than Sammy's of not making it obvious.

Yes. That's the reason his bulge was more obvious than mine. It was the design of our respective pants. That is my story, and I'm sticking... oh, the hell with it.

I looked at Gwen, and she looked back. Game on.

"Gonna help me drive Gwen nuts tonight?" I asked Deidre, my lips brushing her ear.

"How nuts?" Deidre asked. Her voice was hesitant, her body, less so.

"Desperately."

She looked at Sammy, holding Gwen. "You sure we should do that?" Deidre asked, still cautious. "Are you guys having trouble?" she added, suddenly very serious.

"Absolutely not," I whispered in her ear again, my lips brushing the lobe a little more firmly. "Nothing you do could make us have any difficulty," I went on with a bedrock certainty I absolutely felt.

"Jesus," Deidre sighed. Then she spun in my arms and pressed back on me, her own version of a fantastic ass pressing firmly on my bulge. "You know, I obviously always thought you were a good-looking guy, Carl. But from the second you met us, Gwen had a hold on you like a vise, so I never much let you appeal to me." She sighed and let her hand brush back behind her to my gyrating hip. "Why do you have me so horny all of a sudden?"

"First off, she still has a hold like a vise on me," I said, pushing my cock hard against her tight ass. "We have recently discovered that provocative behavior on our parts just tightens that grip. As for why you are horny for me... I don't know." Then I added with a vocal leer, "But I will take it."

"What does that mean?"

"Damned if I know," I said gaily and pulled her even tighter against my crotch.

She rode with it.

Meanwhile, Gwen was riding Sammy. Literally. As in, she was back to her move from last time with her arms behind his neck, and her legs wrapping around his waist. She was pulled up high on him now, with her cleavage just inches from Sammy's downturned face. Sammy had clearly lost his inhibitions enough, even with me right there, to strain his face downward, trying to bury it in her chest.

She wasn't letting him, but I wasn't sure if she was staying just out of reach to torture him or to torture me. It damned sure wasn't because she didn't want his face all the way between her tits.

Deidre pulled away and turned around to face me, shaking her... everything. Well, she wasn't facing me--her body was. Her face was turned like mine toward Gwen and Sammy, a little disbelieving. But she did let one of those spaghetti straps slip off her shoulder. Deidre may have been the least generously endowed of all the women in our... crazosphere, but what she had was damned tantalizing when nearly freed.

Still...

Gwen sagged back down on Sammy, taking the deep cleavage in her dress far enough from his face to break his fixation... momentarily. I realized though, that she had sagged enough to press her pussy directly on Sammy's groin, and she was rocking herself slowly, in time with the underbeat of the music.

Sammy's fixation returned rather fully.

Deidre looked back and forth from them to me. "You guys are nuts."

"Indubitably," I grinned. "I'm thirsty. Let's go back to the table," I added, leading Dee off the dance floor. I rapidly positioned myself behind the table for the best view, and Gwen hopped off of Sammy almost before I got back to watch, and they rejoined us at the table.

Zoe was beside herself and insisted on another round of shots. With a clink and a tap, we all downed another ounce in unison.

Sammy grabbed a fresh water bottle and killed half of it in one pull. "Ahh! Needed both of those. I think I'm off to see what's up," he said, and left the table. It was his usual line when he took off for the first time to troll for women of high caliber but low morals, but this time he sounded more like he was talking to himself instead of us.

"He'll be back soon," snorted Zoe. "No way he finds anyone more interesting than present company here this evening," she said, looking at Gwen and me... and Deidre and even herself.

"Yeah, not unless he finds some chick ready to kneel down in the dark and suck his cock right here," Deidre laughed.

"Hmmm," Gwen said speculatively. Both girls stared at her, mouths open at that.

"You are..." Zoe started, then shut up and blushed, grabbing a water bottle herself.

We all did. We were thirsty.

We hung out, but the shenanigans on the dance floor, some of which were quality efforts, were failing to hold our attention this night.

"I haven't danced yet," an itchy Zoe announced. "I think I need a turn, Carl," she added, clearly goading herself to get into the spirit of this crazy evening.

"A turn doing what?" Gwen asked suggestively, hanging off my shoulder like some glorious ornament.

"A turn dan..." Zoe said before trailing off with an open-mouthed stare at Gwen. She clearly was remembering Gwen's remark about her maybe going next while Gwen and I were fucking behind the table. At the time, I had wondered if Gwen was serious. I don't know if she was serious then, but after she egged me on to bone Cathy the prior week, I was certain she was serious now.

Fucking Zoe would be... awesome. I'll admit it. It was not like I'd been lusting after her in some unrequited fashion. I did not feel a need to fuck her, even now. But I would have been ready to. Zoe was hot. Zoe was cool. And I already knew Zoe was, um, responsive.

But I was not sure it was going to happen. Zoe suddenly looked more like a deer in the headlights than someone who'd been hot to trot all night before now. I wasn't sure if she was terrified of the circumstances or of Gwen, but while she was clearly tempted, she was scared of something. I just shrugged at her and smiled calmly. Maybe a little welcomingly.

"Zoe..." Deidre hissed. "You might want to say yes," she said breathily. Deidre liked watching, huh?

"I..." Zoe struggled.

"Because if you don't do it pretty much right now, I'm gonna ask for your turn," Dee added. She shot a look at me that echoed her thirstiest out on the dance floor.

"Wow! Um..." Zoe goggled at her.

Deidre instead of Zoe? My thinking remained the same. And it was damned flattering to have someone express such active interest, after all.

Deidre stopped looking at me and stared at Gwen instead. My love grinned.

She was standing on my left, between me and Zoe. Deidre was on my right. Gwen pushed me gently back from the table, back against the invisible wall, and slid over to Deidre's side. Her hand massaged my package comprehensively as she moved in front of me. With a smirk, Gwen pushed our friend to move into the space in front of me.

Dee pounced into the space, as if afraid Zoe was going to take it. She shared one final glance with Gwen, then shot a broad, nervous smile over her shoulder at me. "This is nuts," she muttered as she braced her arms straight on the table and grabbed a bottle of water as if she was watching the dance floor.

But she pushed her ass back against me.

Gwen snuggled in against me on my right, as if we were huddling to talk.

"We are gonna get banned," Zoe moaned.

"Not if you move back in like last time and shield any possible view on your side," Gwen said reassuringly. But she was nervous too. In a fun way.

Zoe shook her head, but moved up next to me again, like before. But she kept her head turned toward us and down to see...

I knew Gwen wanted me to do this. I knew my friend was comparatively out of nowhere eager for me to fuck her, but how does one start this? How does one start fucking a friend you've never done anything intimate with, in the middle of a nightclub, next to your mate, when no one has actually said explicitly that we were going to fuck?

You did it, I supposed, by doing it.

I reached out and grabbed Deidre's ass in the short dancer's dress. Yesss. Keeping my hands from trembling by a feat of will, I pushed the negligible skirt up to her waist. Given the nature of her dress, I was surprised to discover that her panties were not a g-string, or even just a thong. The panties were sheer, and in no way covered all the lovely ass in front of me anyway, but they were more than a string in back.

I caressed Deidre's backside. It was different from my love's, bubblier and a little larger, but almost equally sweet. This was a high bar, given the way her ass was Gwen's killer feature. I gave the backside in my grip a squeeze, but did not tarry long appreciating its form. I was going to do this by doing it, right?

I tucked my fingers under the waistband in back and started to tug, but Deidre gasped, "Stop!"

I yanked away my fingers.

Guardrails. No and Stop were to be obeyed instantly.

"Don't," Dee continued breathlessly. "They're crotchless."

Well, well, well...

"Naughty girl," I murmured, resuming massaging her ass.

"It was her idea," Dee muttered defensively, jerking her head at my smugly smiling plotter. She stared at Gwen in a mixture of accusation and thanks. "Didn't think she was planning this, though."

"I didn't plan anything," Gwen replied easily. "But you know I like to prepare for contingencies."

"Ohhhh..." Zoe moaned, and I could feel her thighs rubbing together.

What had my wife manipulated Zoe into doing underwear-wise? I shrugged inwardly, realizing that if this went the same way as last time, I would have the opportunity in a minute to find out.

I slid a hand down between Deidre's legs and found that, indeed, these panties, whatever color they were, were equipped with a wonderful gateway. I massaged her sex and found it already steaming. A flick of my finger across her clit, and Deidre moaned.

So much for needing advance work!

I kept massaging her, though, and I reached for my zipper to tug it down. I gave some brief thanks that I did not have to contend with underwear. Gwen usually gives me shit if I try to go commando somewhere, but she had happily watched today as I had pulled on my pants while bare-assed.

Preparations.

Gwen purred and Zoe moaned again as my very eager cock slid out into their straining vision. Both were staring down hard at my dick as I rubbed its tip over Dee's ass.

"Deidre," I said quietly. "Keep an eye out, they are keeping their eyes elsewhere," I explained as I guided my helmet lower down her crack.

"I wonder," she gasped nervously, "where that could be?" But she did lift her head and look around.

It was mostly unnecessary. At Vein, people did not check out the adjacent tables. It was just too dark to see anything... which was the point of our exercise. The only worry would be a waitress coming to our table. But despite doing bottle service two visits in a row, we had never seen a server come to our table unbeckoned.

Maybe that was a policy for a reason.

I dipped my cock down under Deidre, and pressed the tip against her opening. She moaned and pushed back against me, forcing my cock between her labia. I pressed slowly into her, and her moan turned to a sigh. I quivered in delight as I sank into her very ready flesh.

Zoe meeped at the sight. I turned a bit toward Gwen and, even in the near blackness, I could see she was most righteously provoked.

I withdrew a bit and started sliding into Dee repeatedly, holding my movements to a slow ride. If I were going to risk getting us all banned, I was by God going to enjoy this to the fullest! And enjoy it I did, almost as much as my cock itself, which was practically giddy with another new place to visit.

My shaft stroked in and out, nerve endings shrieking from the first thrust. Deidre's cavity clutched at me as I passed in and out. Both of us trembled as I slowly pumped.

Zoe finally jerked her head up and took up her lookout duties with Gwen, snuggling against me and Deidre now almost as hard as my lady, each also blocking any already impossible sightline from the sides.

Well, if the ladies were going to be so close, I supposed I should entertain them.

I was not nearly so hesitant this time around in grasping their asses, and I was even less so about moving my fingers lower, savoring the feel of the lovely cheeks to either side of me for no more than five or six deliciously slow penetrations of the girl I was fucking before moving down between the legs of the women bracketing me.

Gwen murmured her approval, and I felt her bunching up the back of her new dress for me. My fingers swiftly dove into the space between her legs that I already knew was innocent of panties.

My fingers on the other side tugged upward on Zoe's skirt as well, and I somehow managed to spare some desire to anticipate finding out what underwear naughtiness was going on there. I barely had a second to enjoy the brush of fingertips under the sweet bare undercurves of her ass before Zoe gasped and spun to face me, leaning back against the table and looking at me and the black wall.

No was no, I started to think, but it registered on me that Zoe was going exactly nowhere and was still pressed against me.

"Been there, done that," was all Zoe muttered, a little breathlessly.

I looked around and chanced four or five really hard, fast thrusts into Dee, who admirably kept the table from wobbling. Then I returned a scant majority of my attention to Zoe.

I could just slide my hand back under the front of her skirt, but I sensed she had something else in mind. I realized that she was leaning back hard against the table behind her. I then considered her clubbing outfit for the night. The skirt was, for Zoe at a club, modestly long, meaning it reached almost mid-thigh. But her top was a halter. Actually, it was more of a loose napkin wrapping around her front, hanging from a choker collar at her neck, and held in place by a mere string around her bare back.

The bottom hung free, flapping over a nice expanse of soft, bare belly...

I slid a finger deep into Gwen to make sure she was paying attention, and slid my other hand swiftly but unobtrusively up Zoe's tummy, and under the top to grasp and squeeze one helluva nice, generously sized tit.

The size aficionado in me reveled in sinking my fingers into that soft flesh, but the nipple aficionado in me was even happier as I circled and tweaked both extremely interested nipples.

"You don't want those fingers lower, Zoe?" Gwen asked casually.

"God, yes! Eventually," Zoe replied with equal aplomb. "I do like to get the girls some good tugging, though." I heard that, and tugged some more.

"Good, ah, point," Gwen replied as I slipped my finger from within her and circled her clit. I was not going to let my bodyguards go wanting in the orgasm department this time, I determined.

Do not for a moment believe that these two women, having a conversation in a tone that you'd expect from a discussion about Wendy's versus Five Guys, were distracting my efforts with Deidre. I remained happily sawing into her, shifting my hips here and there to see what made her quiver the most. I was spoilt by the fabulous tightness of Gwen's loving tunnel, but Deidre's channel left nothing to be desired either. I was on Cloud Nine.

But the three of them did consume all of my attention.

And now that our side party seemed to be alert again, Deidre had let her head droop to enjoy the ride. The sliding rush of nerve endings firing had us both ignoring the floor show out in the UV zone.

But Zoe was facing me.

And Gwen was being thoroughly provoked and thoroughly stimulated at the same time.

"Hey guys! None of you all want to be dancing right now?" asked Sammy, appearing like a ghost from the gloom. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed getting a look at us. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed again, thankfully quietly, as he worked out who was positioned where.

I realized that I was visibly, at least from as close as Sammy was, still rocking in and out of Deidre. Well, there was no point in stopping now...

"Oh, hey Sammy," Zoe said, casually looking over her shoulder at our friend. "How's the hunt going?" I squeezed her nipple as a reward for managing to keep her cool

That shocked a response out of Sammy. "No one really worth chasing yet. No one hotter than here," he added before gulping at those unwise words. I grinned at him and fucked Deidre a little faster. Just a little.

"I'm glad you're back," Gwen said. "Pour us all... oh wowwww... a shot, would you?" she went on, adding the moan to hang a lantern on what I was doing with her.

Sammy stared, registering how low my fingers were beneath her tilted ass. His eyes shot to Zoe, and while he couldn't tell where my hand was on her, he knew damn well it was on her somewhere. Wordlessly, he poured a round of shots.

Sammy, you need to get your shit together. Bottle service vodka is too expensive to splash on the table...

Sammy speechlessly handed out glasses, and we all toasted. As we thumped them on the tabletop, I thrust into Deidre as extravagantly as I dared, and then did it again as we slugged back the booze.

Sammy put down his glass nervelessly. "I, uh, think I'll go look around some more," he muttered and turned to make his escape.

"Sammy," Gwen called out to his back, with authority.

"Uh, yeah?" he said, obeying automatically. He looked at Gwen.

"If you must make yourself scarce, do not let it be for too long," she said heavily.

Sammy gulped, then staggered off.

"Oh God, it was worth getting caught," gasped Deidre. From the way her insides were clenching on me, I could tell that the visit had advanced things for her, not slowed them down.

I delved my fingers back deep into Gwen, but realized that I had not even begun to finger Zoe.

No girl left behind tonight!

I slid my hand purposefully down Zoe's belly and twitched up the front of her skirt. My fingers dove under, and she giggled a bit as she spread her thighs a bit to give me good access.

"Are you really going to fuck Sammy?" Deidre asked, turning her head just a bit to look at Gwen, who was leaning on the table beside her.

"Wow," Zoe gasped.

I reflected at the oddity that everybody seemed to think Gwen nailing Mr. Friendzone was somehow even crazier than the fact that my dick was currently sawing in and out of Deidre.

"I'm not sure," Gwen mused, as if idly. "Probably not tonight. It's been, um, is being done." I found myself reflecting excitedly that 'probably not tonight' was 90 miles of Autobahn from 'of course not.'

Still, was I not to be provoked?

"But I'm gonna need all of you to stick around for a while at least, to screen the fact that I'm going to try to be on my knees."

That's my girl. I gave her my best glare, and just hoped she could make it out in the gloom.

I also started fingering her harder. I assaulted Zoe's clit. And I really, really, indulged myself in Deidre's twat.

Dee moaned, then moaned again, still quiet enough to stay beneath the music. For once, I wished the music were as loud as in some other clubs.

Shit, Deidre was coming too soon. I didn't have Gwen or Zoe there yet. I made myself slow down. Deidre was less than on board with that, and twitched her ass against me hard. I stopped. She was going to have to deal with the delay.

"Carl," she almost snarled.

"Hang in there, Dee," I said calmly. "I've got two more to get caught up to you."

"Fuck," Deidre moaned. "Come on and come already, bitches!"

"What? Oh, no! I'm not..." Zoe objected. But she made no move to disengage from me or my questing fingers this time. Gwen just wiggled her hips some more, appreciatively.

I imagine it is rare as fuck to have the opportunity to compare clit sizes side by side with your fingers, but I was finding it interesting. Zoe's was quite a bit bigger than my love's, but both seemed to enjoy the same circling pattern.

A minute or so of that, and Gwen groaned, "Get back to fucking Dee, Carl. Or she's the one who'll be left behind. Oh, fuuuck..."

"Thank... God," Deidre gasped as I slammed into her again, not hard but swiftly.

"I can't fucking believe thiiiiiiiiis," Zoe grunted and I felt her let go. Her chest heaved, and I think she bit her tongue to keep from screaming too loudly.

Deidre felt it and crawled closer to the edge than she was before.

Gwen heard Zoe and joined in with her own ecstasy, shoving Deidre with her shoulder as she swallowed a gasp of pleasure.

Deidre suddenly spasmed around me, but she wasn't quite over the edge. "Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck," she moaned, clamping down around me, hard. "Jizz me Carl, please! Give it to... meeeeee!" she finished as I found myself letting go. My cock throbbed and pulsed into our friend. For a moment, I felt like I'd drunk all the vodka missing from the bottle, not just my share, as my brain went woozy. In the best of ways.

Dee slammed her ass back against me and her hands bunched up the tablecloth as she came. She gasped deeply, but somehow kept her voice down. If others had heard that sound at full volume, we'd have had a crowd in moments, darkness or no.

My temporarily nerveless fingers slid from inside Gwen and Zoe, but I kept pressing into Deidre. It was really nice in there. And besides, she was obviously in no hurry for me to withdraw.

But then Zoe blew out a big breath and giggled, "I can't believe Carl just made all three of us come at once, Gwen!"

"He is most definitely a keeper," Gwen replied languidly, then looked over her shoulder at me as she brushed her dress back into place.

I slid backwards out of Deidre. I had something to do.

My explosive come had left my member blessedly relaxed, letting me easily tuck it away and zip up. I thought about finishing my current bottle of water, but discarded the idea for later.

Instead, I grabbed Gwen, pushed her back against the wall, and kissed the shit out of her. It was reciprocated more than hungrily. My hands grabbed her ass and indulged themselves. Gwen had her fingers in my hair, tugging gently, which is always a sign she is super horny. Good Lord, my lady was the best.

Honestly, had I been able to summon a hard-on at that moment, I'd have turned her back and bent her over the table right then...

"Jesus, you two," I heard Deidre exclaim behind me. The spell on Gwen and me broke or, more likely, went into abeyance. I turned, and Dee was staring at us, at me, with bright, slightly wild eyes. "I don't know which of you to thank," she muttered.

"Probably both," Gwen said drily.

Deidre just winked at her.

"Um, are you guys all right?" Zoe blurted out. She, too, was still shivering in the afterglow, but she had concern in her eyes as she looked at me and Gwen.

I hugged Gwen to my side and said reassuringly, "Better than ever, I think."

"I hope so," Zoe said, brightening but still dubious. "Because whatever you two are up to is the magilla of somethings new." Gwen just stared at her warmly, and Zoe relaxed visibly. She smiled broadly.

"You now really want your turn, don't you?" Gwen teased.

"Oh! I! Um..." Zoe blurted, obviously put on the spot. She took a deep breath. "Yeah. I really, really do," she admitted carefully. "I've always thought you were hot, Carl. But after what he just did to me with only a finger, I really want to get a chance," she confessed to Gwen.

Deidre laughed. "I want to thank you for hesitating when you had the first chance. But I'll bet if we wait a little, Carl could work you onto his dance card tonight."

"Not tonight," Gwen put in, sounding weirdly possessive, given the subject at hand. "The rest of Carl's efforts tonight are for me when we get home! I hope you guys didn't mind being my aphrodisiac! There will be other times, Zoe."

"Just don't hesitate," Deidre taunted.

"Yeah, but I just can't see it happening," Zoe said, her face falling. I found myself instantly disappointed at those words. "This was hot, but even this had me terrified the whole time. There is just no way I could actually fuck out in the open, even in a club like this!"

"She's got a point," I agreed. "I love clubbing with you guys, and have no desire to stop. But maybe once we are sober, we can all figure out some other way for us to get together outside the club and provoke each other."

I could see, even in the dark, that Zoe liked the idea. Even better, so did Deidre. Best of all, I got an approving squeeze from Gwen.

"So, since Zoe is safe from my ravishing rod of ruin, at least for tonight," I waggled my eyebrows uselessly at Zoe, "we can all enjoy ourselves and kill this bottle!"

Zoe and Deidre whooped at that and reached for their glasses.

"But," I continued, "while Gwen has been thoroughly provoked, I have not yet! Can y'all wait while I track down Sammy?"

"Sure," said Gwen, smirking at me. "Because you need your share, right?"

"In full," I responded firmly.

"What?" Deidre asked.

"Why don't you explain provocations while I track down the man?" I said. "I think we've been provoking them too, you know," I added, walking away.

I spotted Sammy without too much difficulty. It wasn't hard. Six and a third feet of panty-dropping goodness, in a glowing green shirt, remember?

I found him leaning at the bar, not hitting on anyone. I felt bad, we had thrown dude off his usual game.

"Where you been, man?" I asked. "We missed you. Come on back and hang."

"I'm working on a drink," Sammy said, indicating most of a glass of something brown on the rocks.

Sigh.

I picked up the glass and drank the whole thing. "There. You're done. Let's roll."

Bleah.

Fucking pure Captain Morgan. My stomach was going to hate all that sugar later.

"Carl, I do not believe what I saw," Sammy said, not moving.

"Look, I'm sorry we blew your mind," I said. "I am in no way sorry over what I was doing, though." He snorted at that. Good. "But it is tragically over, and I wanted to come drag you back. The girls want you back. Gwen wants you to come back."

"Oh wow. Does she, um, want to advertise me some more?" Sammy asked skittishly.

"You don't like being advertised?"

"I like it a little too much, regardless of the success of the campaign. That's the problem," my friend said.

"Sammy..."

"I'm not doing shit to hurt... anybody," Sammy said mulishly.

I hugged him. I just wanted to. Dude is a prince. But he was shocked to be hugged.

So next, I shoved him.

"Look, Samuel," I said. He hates his real name. "I tried to tell you about this before, so we would not be having this conversation now. You need to understand a few things. First and foremost, Gwen is mine. Mine forever and ever, amen."

"Exactly..."

"I am not done. Guess what? Turns out, Gwen also free-range. You may have very extremely recently noticed that, turns out, I am too," I snapped. "As long as I know about things, and don't object, she is free to have her fun, and drive me insane in a good way. If there happens to be something that she wants to do, and you are down, Have. Fun."

He stared at me, so I just tugged him toward the table.

"So are you just off your game, or are the pickings here tonight just that limited?" I asked, as if I was not almost dragging the guy along.

"What? Um, yeah," he said, the distraction actually getting him moving better. "You get a dry hole every once in a while," he shrugged, almost back on his equilibrium.

"Such a shame," I murmured.

All three women were still in back of the table, Gwen in the middle against the wall. Zoe saw us, looked around wildly, then moved out to let me lead Sammy behind the table. I passed Gwen, whispering, "You may need to be a little direct. He's skittish about upsetting things. It's sweet."

When I passed right by Gwen, Sammy, puzzled, moved to follow me, but Gwen stepped back in his way. He sort of recoiled, but Zoe, remarkably, had moved back in behind him.

"Pour us a round, babe," Gwen told me. I did, handing out full measures to all and sundry. We did the wordless toast, and slugged them back, Sammy most enthusiastically of all.

I leaned on the table from the front and observed, "Sammy says there are no hot, available women here this evening."

"Oh, poor baby!" Gwen said, shoving Sammy's shoulder gently, in exactly the sort of way she'd been doing for years, whenever she was giving him a hard time. "You are having no fun at all tonight?"

"He says it's a dry hole," I observed. Sammy looked at me like I was Satan incarnate. I smiled back, appropriately evilly.

"Oh, a dry hole is the worst," Gwen observed, suddenly not at all in the usual tone she used with Sammy. She stretched up to whisper in his ear, but I've always been able to read her lips. "I do not have a dry hole."

I was starting to really enjoy Sammy wanting to panic. But also finally wanting to lean into this. Gwen is hot. Sammy has eyes. But he was too fucking loyal a friend, God bless him. I smiled as I realized that he was hesitant not just because he was so loyal a friend to me, but to Gwen too!

This was going to be good. I wasn't sure which the next few minutes were going to be more, hilarious or provocative. Sammy stared at her, and I could see his hormones beating his nobility to death right in front of me. "Gwen, I... I... I can't just..."

"Easy, Sammy," my love crooned. "We've already had a fucking here tonight. I'd hate to copycat." Deidre about plotzed.

Sammy visibly relaxed. Idiot.

"But I really, really am dying to play with that cock I've felt the last few times we danced," Gwen went on relentlessly. "How about you stand right there, and let me suck it dry?"

I honestly expected to see some sort of poo plop to the floor between Deidre's legs, right through those crotchless panties.

But Sammy made a last effort, despite the fact that, leaning over the table as I was, in the nearly pitch black, I could actually see he was already tenting those too-tight slacks again. "Dude, I really don't want to... No! That's not what I meant!" he quickly interrupted himself as he must have felt Gwen bristle. "I mean, um, you guys are important to me..."

"Sammy," I growled. "Do me a favor, and quit fucking worrying about something that I'm right here and not complaining about! Have a good time!"

He grinned, just momentarily.

Got him.

Zoe saw it too and slid around the table, risking giving him an avenue to bolt. She whispered in my ear. "I don't know if you are a saint or a psycho, but if I know Sammy, you are insisting he do something he's wished he could for years."

"Saint or? Embrace the healing power of And," I snorted. "Now get back and hide any open sight lines."

"You don't want to go back there?"

"Probably at some point," I shrugged. "But I'll wait until Sammy is way too enthused to freak out again. I'll bet you'll prefer the view anyway."

"Yeah. You might not like that view at all," Zoe said, a little forebodingly. "He's got a really, really nice cock."

"Another win for the love of my life," I shrugged. Zoe stared at me, but she slid back around.

A quick look around satisfied Gwen, and my lady sank down to her knees behind the table, as casually as if she were picking up a cocktail napkin.

"Here?" gasped Sammy, as if he had not lived the last hour already.

But I saw the tablecloth tug, and then Sammy get dragged around almost right up against the hightop to face the club as a whole... and me.

I just grinned.

I noticed that both Deidre and Zoe were paying extremely close attention, despite having both seen it before. Dude must be fucking hung.

I honestly think Sammy was convinced he was nobly holding out until suddenly his eyes fluttered shut and he moaned helplessly.

Gwen can make a guy feel helpless.

Yeah. Sammy had his dick in my woman's mouth. Possibly deep in there to see the look on his face.

Uh-huh. I was provoked. I need to get my dick back in my wife urgently, like Odysseus needed to get back to his palace. But I had to wait. This was awesome.

Something made me look down, and I saw the soles of Gwen's dancing shoes peeking out from the tablecloth. It was crazy dark, as always, but if someone could see anything out of the ordinary in here, it would be too lightly scuffed, beige triangles down at floor-level, where the fiberoptic pin lights were.

I grinned and kicked Gwen's toes. They drew back swiftly, and I saw Sammy shuffle back a step.

Okay, I had to take a look.

I moved around behind Zoe, who was paying wrapt attention to what was happening. So wrapt was she, I doubt she quite noticed herself how she backed her ass back into my crotch.

Gwen was almost entirely hidden under the table, only her lovely face was visible to me, her lips sliding down Sammy's cock and back up. Even in the gloom, I could see that she was totally having fun.

She must have sensed that I had moved around to see, because she slid all of Sammy out of her mouth, and licked his cock theatrically.

That really was a fucking living stereotype right there. I felt even more provoked. Not jealous, much. Maybe of his cock, though certainly not where it was. And I was utterly un-threatened. But totally provoked.

I pulled back to the side of the table and leaned on it so I could keep Sammy's upper half and the dance floor both in sight. Damned if Zoe didn't move with me, keeping her ass brushing my bulge. She might not let me stick it in her, at least here in the club, but Zoe was enjoying the touch.

And damned if I didn't see Gwen noticing what Zoe did out of the corner of her eye.

"Don't need to see that thing?" Deidre asked me, half teasing, half concerned, as I moved back..

"I'd be fascinated to watch Gwen suck Sammy's cock," I said back honestly. "But since I can barely see Gwen, I'm less interested in just seeing Sammy get his cock sucked." I looked around. "I'll keep a lookout. You can go back to watching Sammy's dick."

Deidre snorted, then said, "Thank you," and went back to staring at Sammy get his... that dick sucked.

Zoe was similarly useless at defense, other than as a sightline blocker. Not that I was really needed as a lookout. Sammy was frantically looking everywhere, as if he expected Joe Buck to pop up with a microphone and start doing a play-by-play over the club's sound system. I might have been lookout, but I realized that I kind of wanted to be ready to slide back around to the back of our space again, once I saw Sammy start to lose his battle against Gwen's assault. She can blitzkrieg when she wants to.

And so, in my musings, I almost missed a waitress heading right for our table!

A server! A server?

In all the times we had come to Vein, not once had a server approached our table unbidden. It was simply not a thing, even when getting bottle service.

But no, this Employee of the Month candidate was bearing down on us with a fresh tray of mixers for our bottle!

I barely had time to step in front of the table and extend my hands for the tray. "Hey, there!" I said excitedly. "Thanks! We appreciate it." I felt I had to encourage her, despite the potential disaster she represented. Proactive customer service was something I really wanted to encourage for future visits.

If we didn't get banned in the next 30 seconds...

"Sure!" she chirped. She leaned around me and waved at everyone. I checked with my heart in my throat, but no, from her angle, she could not see the bobbing head of the fifth member of our party. But then she leaned forward around me and peered at our bottle in the gloom. "You have done a job on that Belvedere. Can I get you guys another?"

"Um, sure!" I said desperately. "Just a 750 this time, though."

"Aw! Party-pooper," the server twinkled and made off.

Sammy gasped in relief, like someone who had just narrowly missed being hit by a train. But almost immediately after that, he almost spasmed. The next thing I knew, his eyes were closed and his head rocking back. His hands were suddenly in Gwen's hair, atop her head. My woman's hair. Very provocative.

Gwen could deep throat me, when she wanted to. Was she trying to do that with Sammy?

Was she succeeding?

From the looks on Deidre and Zoe's faces, possibly.

But Zoe shook her head and hissed at me. "Are you nuts? She'll just be back here in a few minutes!"

"She's a go-getter," I replied firmly. "She either wants more drink orders, or she will keep coming back to harass us into giving up her table."

"Oh, God," Sammy gasped. I realized that it was time to slide back around, but I passed, just watching Sammy's face and enjoying what my lady was doing to his... brain. His head and then his body jerked. He moaned again, and I saw him almost lose his knees. He could not breathe for a moment. He stood there, his body spasming for a moment, then he stumbled back a few steps.

Deidre and Zoe both stepped closer to shield his wilting cock from view until he could work it back into his open pants. They faced toward him, rather than away, which ruined the effect a bit.

Gwen rose like Venus from the waves, a crumpled cocktail napkin in her hand, as if she had just bent down to retrieve it. She looked at me and winked evilly. But she also looked excited as hell. She had loved that. Fair. I had too, in, I am quite sure, different ways.

"Fuck! Now I wish she'd get back here faster," Zoe grumbled when she started to pour us another round of shots. "We need that next bottle."

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My couple are pretty much there, I guess. I have one more chapter written, and will post it soon. But while I have more entries outlined, it remains to be seen whether I will write any of them, at least in the near term. In the meantime, stand by for the next chapter, and let me know how it is going.