A Friendly Game 9: The Dance

I'm still pretty new to Literotica and just realized that perhaps I should have posted this whole series in the "Mature" category. If you're just finding it there now, you might want to visit the first eight chapters before reading this one for it all to make sense. There are plenty of power exchange elements, too, which is why I originally put it under "BDSM," but I thought readers here would enjoy meeting Ms. Carson, an older, sexy, commanding woman who knows how to lead.

Chelsey met Diego and his sisters at the entrance to the pool.  

"They're my guests," she said to the attendant at the gate. They passed through and Chelsey led the girls to the locker room to change into bathing suits while Diego staked out a table in the shade.

She walked towards him, looking trim in a marine blue one-piece bathing suit and a flowing wrap skirt with big yellow flowers tied at her waist. Sunglasses shielded her eyes, and her wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders. She plopped in the seat next to him and he pushed the coffee towards her.

"Thank you! It's going to be a long evening and this will help." It was movie night at the pool.

"I think you won it fair and square," he said. "Thanks for letting the girls come swim for the day! They've been driving mom nuts at home." 

"My pleasure. In a few years if they want a lifeguarding job, I'd be happy to help with that."

They sat there sipping the coffees that Diego had brought while watching the sisters jump off the high dive over and over.  

"So..." Chelsey hesitated.

"She gave me a collar." Diego offered. He knew he was here to give an update on his kinky shenanigans.  

"Oh, wow! That's so cool!" He told her all about the spanking bench and collection of toys that Ms. Carson had used on him.  

Chelsey was fascinated. She'd had time to think about Diego's situation and had a lot of questions to ask. But she saved the biggest one for last.

"Can I meet Ms. Carson?"

Diego held his cup frozen in mid-air.  

"I don't know," he answered, slowly setting the coffee down as if it might detonate if he moved too fast.

"I'm just so curious. I've never met a real-life Domme before." 

"There's groups. You could go to a munch." Diego offered.

"I'm sure. But she sounds amazing."

"Well, yeah..." Diego couldn't argue that point. "But you know, she's just a normal lady. It's not all chains and whips and ridiculous heels."

"That's exactly why I want to meet her! She seems like the real deal. I don't know how you got so lucky, honestly. But it's not like I want to steal her away from you or interfere in your relationship. I just have always been curious about kink, specifically about women on top. It's not something I could explore with Keith. If anyone is dominant in that relationship, it's him. But I'd love to have someone to talk to, maybe a mentor if I decided to try my hand at it."

Diego stared at her, surprised. "You? A Femdom?" 

"Is that too hard to believe? I know I'm not older..." She winked at him and he blushed.

"I don't know. She doesn't know I told you everything."

"Was it supposed to be a secret?"

"No, it's just... what about Keith?"

"What about him? I'd just be talking to her. Although, if you must know, we decided to not be completely exclusive over the summer while we're apart."

Diego was speechless taking this in.  

"It's hot out here. Let me go grab some cold waters to drink. Think about it."

Diego watched her walk away, noticing the confident way she sauntered across the lawn. His mind was racing. He wasn't sure if he was ready for his worlds to collide.  

"So, what do you think?" She set a dripping bottle in front of him.  

He couldn't believe he was hearing himself say, "I'll ask her."

A satisfied smile crossed her lips. "Good boy."

Against his will, something stirred inside his cage.

He left the girls at the pool with a promise to pick them up after the movie, then returned home. He had some work to finish on the deck project in the backyard, then planned to head over to Ms. Carson's in the evening to modify her kink cabinet.  

He was gathering tools to take along when his mother slid open the glass door and stepped outside, watching him.  

"Did you pick up some extra work?"

He looked up, startled. "Oh, hi, Mom." Of course he wasn't going to mention his real purpose. His brain jumped to come up with something plausible. "I saw Chelsey today when I dropped my sisters off at the pool. Her mom needs a little handyman help and I offered." 

"You're such a good boy." Hearing it from his mom made his stomach sink. He hated to lie to her.  

"It's nothing, Mom. I'm gonna go. Love you."

He hopped in the car, feeling like too many of his worlds were colliding and not sure what to do about it.

Diego set down his tool box inside the door then greeted Ms. Carson on his knees as was becoming the custom. She'd been ready for him and after letting him kiss her feet, led him to the playroom. He saw she'd already taken everything out of the armoire and set up a small folding table to work on. He set his box down and was opening it when she cleared her throat.

"Uh-hum," he turned to look at her stern expression.  

"Yes, Domina?" 

"Why are you still dressed?"

He laughed and her expression quickly shifted to a smile as he peeled off his clothes and folded them neatly next to the toys on the bed.  

She grabbed his caged cock and pulled him to her by it. "Oooow!"

He stood right in front of her as she teased his balls and slid her hand between his legs, pressing on the sensitive place between his testicles and asshole. He felt the now familiar sensation of his dick fighting with its restraint as her touches excited him. She hugged him to her, whispering in his ear, "Thank you for coming to help me today."

Ms. Carson's clothed body against his naked skin made all the concerns he had about his colliding worlds vanish.  

She tugged down on the cage, pulling him to his knees. "I want you to wear the collar while you work for me." 

He bowed his head as she buckled it around his neck, feelings of submission washing over him with the gesture. Then she had him stand up and put a little tool belt around his waist that she'd bought at Home Depot just for the day. He laughed. "That's a little overboard, don't you think? It's just one cabinet."

"You never know where a home improvement project might lead," she teased, smacking his butt.  

He spent the next hour drilling and screwing and installing and helping her put the toys into order.

"Now, put the tool belt on me." 

She was wearing leggings and an exercise bra. He unbuckled the belt and reverently circled his arms around her waist to secure it on her.

"This belt can be used for other tools, you know." 

She pulled out the new sliding rod that they'd hung together, and all her floggers came into view. "Pick one."

He picked a black one with short tails. She hung it from the tool belt.  

He was beginning to get the idea. "So what you are saying is that you are going to reward me for helping you by punishing me?"

"Can you think of a better reward?"

Diego was feeling so high after the playful, productive session with Daisy that he almost forgot to mention Chelsey's request.  

"I need to get going. I promised my sisters I'd pick them up at the pool tonight and it's getting late."

Diego was looking at the bottom of the empty mug in his hands. Daisy was converting him into a tea drinker, insisting he let the warm liquid soothe him after an intense scene. The spanking she'd just given him had necessitated rubbing with ointments and lots of cuddles for aftercare as well. They'd been lounging in the daybed, letting the evening slip gently slip away from them.

"You're such a good big brother. It makes me proud."

That's when he remembered Chelsey's request.

"Oh, I'm not so sure I'm such a good friend, though."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember my friend Chelsey? The one I told you about that I went to prom with?"

"Yes, I remember. You said you'd run into her again and smoothed things over?"

"Well, I may have done a little more than that." He hesitated, worried that Ms. Carson might be upset that he'd confided things about her to his friend.  

"Is a romance kindling between you after all this time?" she asked, trying to understand why Diego seemed nervous about bringing it up.

Diego snorted in surprise. "No! No, not a romance. She has a boyfriend."

"Okay, well, you know as far as I'm concerned you are especially encouraged to date girls your own age. We can always figure out alternatives to the cage if need be."

Something about the way she phrased it made Diego feel a pang in his chest, but he brushed past that. "No, I just promised her I'd ask if she could meet you, and I forgot until just now. I'm going to see her and she's going to ask me..."

Ms. Carson laughed. "Meet ME? Why would she want to meet me?"

"I may have told her you are my Domme and now she thinks you are some kind of kink superhero who can teach her how to dominate men in a single bound..."

Daisy let out a robust laugh at that. Diego felt embarrassed at having brought it up at all.

"You tell Chelsey I'd love to meet her. You can give her my number."

The sensation of foreboding in his chest at his worlds colliding flared up again but he dutifully reported back to Chelsey that night with the news.

"One-two-three... five-six-seven..."

Ms. Carson's voice led the class as Diego struggled to coordinate his steps to those of the woman in front of him. If he'd needed any concrete proof that he was not a leader with the opposite sex, the salsa lesson was providing it.

Chelsey, on the other hand, was a natural. As they switched partners around the circle of dancers in the big studio, she even helped a few of the guys find their feet.

"I can't believe you talked me into this." Diego grumbled when they met again, even as he lightly took her hands and tried to lead her in the basic. She seemed to be enjoying his discomfort at feeling so awkward.  

She had always been competitive with him.

Ms. Carson and Chelsey had hit it off instantly over brunch at the local tea room. Chelsey had called Diego immediately afterwards, reprimanding him.  

"Why didn't you tell me Daisy was a salsa instructor?"

"Hello to you, too. I thought something might be wrong when I saw an incoming call from you."

"No, I just thought it would be easier to convince you to take a salsa lesson with me in a phone call than a text."

"WHAT?"

"Tuesday night, 7pm. Do you know where her studio is?"

"Chelsey, I don't know how to dance."

"Well, if you did, you wouldn't need a lesson, would you?"

Ms. Carson had confirmed that she would be delighted if he came to the class, trying to put dance into terms he could understand. "It's just coordinating movement with counting, you know, basic math."

He knew enough math to know he was clearly outnumbered on this and accepted his fate. After working in the backyard in the heat all day the following Tuesday, he showered and donned a nice shirt and pants for the occasion. When he got home after the embarrassing experience, he tried to sneak off to his room without being noticed. He just wanted to turn off his brain and play video games with his guy friends for a few hours. Jake would be waiting for him to log in.

"You look nice, Honey. Did you have a date?"

When he pulled in the driveway he hadn't seen his mom sitting in a wicker chair on the front porch, enjoying the coolness of the evening.  

Caught off guard, he answered, "No, not a date,   just a salsa lesson."

"Salsa? I didn't know you were interested in dance. Is that something you picked up in college?"

"No, actually, Chelsey talked me into it."

"You're spending more time with her this summer, aren't you? That's nice." Diego's mom, like everyone else, had always suspected there were romantic feelings between her son and his friend.  

"Sure, Mom." He bent and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm tired. We made a lot of progress on your carport today." He hoped reminding her of the project that she was excited about would deflect any further questions. "Do you need anything before I head off to bed?"

"No, Dear." She watched him disappear into the house, her mother's intuition buzzing that there was more going on than he was admitting, but letting it drop for the moment.

Ms. Carson opened the front door as he walked up to her house. She'd been waiting for him.  

He felt his heart skip a beat and his dick pound against the cage at the sight of her in a stunning white one-piece pant suit with a halter top that tied around the neck, leaving the back open. Her hair was pulled up in a clip, leaving all the muscles of her back visible. He'd never seen her wearing contact lenses or makeup.  

A gardenia blossom from her garden was tucked behind her ear.

She'd dolled herself up even more than usual for the salsa social that night since Diego had agreed to attend.

He stood there stupidly not moving or saying anything. "Are you going to come in, Diego?" 

He followed her into the living room and fell to his knees with even more enthusiasm than usual. "You look amazing, Domina!" She was pleased at the effect her appearance had on him, and at his genuine adoration.

She had him follow her on all fours to where she sat down on the couch. "Help me finish getting ready." She motioned to a pair of white heels neatly sitting on the floor.

She'd had a pedicure since he'd seen her last and her new red polish was so glossy it looked like it could still be wet. He lovingly kissed each pretty toenail, then lifted a foot into both hands, continuing to caress the surface with his lips. He sat back and rested her heel on his thigh.

He picked up one of the shoes and gently slipped it on, wrapping the strap around her ankle and buckling it in place.  

She lifted her foot so he was looking at the scuffed bottom of the shoe. "Kiss it." 

He didn't hesitate to obey, the action making him feel humbled.

"The heel."

He wrapped his hand around her ankle and lifted her foot to bring the point to his mouth.  

"Suck it."

He suctioned his lips around the heel and she put the rest of the shoe flat against his face.  

"Take it all the way in. That's it, good boy. You'll watch me tonight and remember your place, not just beneath these feet that carry me like magic across the dance floor, but deserving to lick the very bottom of them with your tongue." 

He felt humiliation begin to burn in his chest at her words and as she started to fuck his mouth with the heel of her shoe.  

"That's it, take it."

He was surprised at the strength with which his dick responded to this demeaning act. He moaned.

Seeing him begin to swallow the heel of her shoe in earnest, and whimper in pleasure while doing it, was exciting her. She knew there wasn't time to play before they needed to leave, though.  

"Fuck, Diego. If you keep that up you are going to make me so wet it's going to leak through my pants, and we can't have that." He didn't stop sucking on her shoe though.

"STAND UP."

He couldn't ignore her command. He set her foot down gingerly and stood.

She was wearing the long chain with the key to his cage tucked into the front of her shirt. She pulled it over her head. He felt his breath quicken as she unzipped his pants and unlocked him, then set the cage and key on the coffee table.

After being restrained for so long, he felt like he might instantly explode at being set free. She slid her hand back in his pants to feel his dick grow, giving it a nice long squeeze. Then she took her hand away and zipped him back up.

"If I'm going to suffer with this arousal all night, you should have to suffer, too. I like the thought of you having a pounding erection while watching me on the dance floor. " 

His dick ached with the now unfamiliar sensation of blood filing it. He tried to adjust it in his underwear to relieve the discomfort but the sensation was intense. Ms. Carson raised her foot to his crotch and pressed into him with the heel. "What do you think, Diego?" she purred. "Will your dick ache for me?"

He moaned as she pushed into him harder. "Yes, Domina. It already is."

"Mmmm, I like that. And tell me, do you think I should give it the release it longs for?"

It was getting harder to concentrate on her teasing words as she continued to grind her foot into his cock. "Whatever you wish," always seemed like a safe reply.

"At the moment, I wish you'd put on my other shoe."

Focusing his attention away from his cock with effort, he lowered himself back to his knees. After she'd probed the inside of his mouth with the other heel, she handed him a long thin box with a ribbon wrapped around it, reminiscent of when she'd given him his collar.

"I got something for you." 

He looked up at her questioningly. "A gift for me?"

"Just open it."

Inside was a dark blue and indigo diamond-patterened tie.  

"A tie?"

"I would want you to wear a collar but I thought that might be even more out of place at the dance than a tie. This is something close."

She pulled Diego to his feet then fussed with the collar of his button-down dress shirt, which he'd worn at her request. Then she lifted the tie out of the box and wrapped it around his neck. He watched, impressed, as she tied it, then smoothed his shirt back into place.  

She was right. It wasn't a collar, but having her put it on him felt special.  

Unexpectedly, she gave the tie a jerk and pulled his face right up to hers. As she'd suspected when she'd initially assessed him, she was slightly taller in heels. "It's useful for getting your attention, too."

"You don't need anything to get my attention. You know that." The heady scent of the flower in her hair, the tenderness of having her fuss over him, the taste of her heels still in his mouth, and the sensation of having her tower over him were all making him feel woozy. He added, "Especially in that outfit."

"Oh, really?" She still had the tie in her fist and pulled him even closer, close enough for their lips to touch, but she stopped just shy of kissing him. The suggestion of it probably had an even more intense effect on him than if she had. He could feel all of him aching with desire, but he didn't dare move. She wrapped her other arm around his waist and pulled him close, feeling his liberated hard cock against her. "I'd spank you but we don't have time."

"A shame."

"Let's go."

Diego helped Ms. Carson into the blue Honda then drove first to Chelsey's house. He honked the horn as they pulled into the driveway, but Ms. Carson chided him. "Diego, be a gentleman! Go knock on the door and help her to the car."

He made a face but put the car in neutral and pulled on the parking brake so he could get out. "Are you looking for reasons to be punished later?"

"You don't need reasons, so what's the difference?" He wasn't sure if it was because his dick was free, but he was feeling extra snarky.

"Your ass is going to know the difference," she managed to say before he shut the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Stringer."

Chelsey's mom answered his knock. They made small talk for a few minutes until Chelsey came down the stairs behind her.

It was the second time that day that Diego was speechless standing at a front door.

Chelsey was wearing a red dress with spaghetti straps that hugged her upper body then flared out at her hips. He wasn't sure how he had never noticed before how much cleavage she had.  

She noticed him noticing, grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him toward the car. "Have fun, kids!" Mrs. Stringer called after them.

"Well, at least you are ogling *my* breasts and not my mom's," she observed when they were safely out of hearing range.  

"Ouch!" he retorted, the sarcasm snapping him out of his trance.  

She laughed. "You know you deserve it."

Having recovered from his reaction to seeing Chelsey in the revealing dress, he was trying to think of a smartass reply as he opened the door to the seat behind Ms. Carson. But she beat him to it as she added, so only he could hear, "You deserve a spanking, too."

He was beginning to wish for the confinement of the cage as he felt his dick push against his pants. He was happy she couldn't see him blush in the dark.

Diego dropped off Ms. Carson and Chelsey near the entrance of the venue and went to park the car. When he came inside, Daisy was engaged in conversation with several people. His heart leapt at seeing her in her element, so comfortable and beautiful as the center of attention. He stood and watched her, part of him unable to believe that just an hour ago he'd been on his knees in her living room. When he realized he was staring, he scanned the large open room for Chelsey.  

On salsa nights, the huge Mexican restaurant pushed all the tables together to the back and sides to create a makeshift dance floor. The band was finishing setting up on the stage. One side of the room was studded with columns, opening to a long balcony that looked out over the lake. Chelsey was outside, watching what remained of the sunset.

She'd already ordered sparkling water for both of them and was snacking lightly on chips and guacamole. Diego joined her without a word, sitting so his eyes could find Ms. Carson again.

Chelsey watched him watch her. "She's amazing, isn't she?"

Diego just nodded. Dancers were gathering in the center of the room to take advantage of the free class before the event.

"Would you be my partner for the lesson?" 

Diego pulled his gaze away from Ms. Carson. "Do I have a choice?"

Chelsey laughed. "I believe your Domme charged you with making sure I have a good time. You wouldn't want me to report that you didn't follow her instructions, would you?" 

It was true. Ms. Carson had told Diego to take care of Chelsey while she herself was busy working. It had felt like the ladies were teaming up on him. There had been the vague threat of punishment if he didn't do his job well.  

"You like to see me suffer, don't you?" 

"I always have. Now I just better understand why."

As much as he wanted to resist, he felt his excitement stir at the hint of her power over him. He stood, partly to try to alleviate the pressure of his growing cock, as well as to offer his hand to lead Chelsey to the dance floor.

Diego had improved from the first lesson in the studio. Wanting to please his Domme, he'd pulled up some Youtube videos and practiced in his room. But he was far from proficient, and Chelsey kept having to recalibrate her steps to cover up his mistakes. She laughed generously, further amusing herself by whispering in his ear, "Maybe you deserve a spank for every step you miss." 

That only made him miss more.

When the lesson finally ended, Diego fled back to the table. Someone asked Chelsey to dance as the first staccato keyboard notes filled the air. Diego watched her easily follow the man's lead, her red dress flaring as she successfully pulled off a simple turn. Satisfied that Chelsey was having fun, he searched for the white pantsuit in the crowd.  

He had attended her class, but he had never actually seen her dance.  

When she appeared in his sight, she was paired with her teaching partner, Anthony, whom Diego had just met for the first time. Conflicting emotions crashed over him as he watched her coordinated movements with the man. She pressed her body against him to the rhythm of the music in a sensual way that made Diego feel jealous. He hadn't expected such a reaction from himself.  

At the same time, her undulating hips hypnotized him and he couldn't look away. He watched her spin and thought about how those shoes had been in his mouth just a few hours earlier. As she switched partners and swayed seductively with the next man, he felt himself burning with desire. She was the hottest thing in the room and every man wanted his turn with her.

But she was HIS Domme.

The band took a break and Chelsey returned to the table. She hadn't sat out a single song and was sweating. Diego went to the bar to get her a new, cold drink.  

The line was long and it took a while for him to return. When he did, Daisy was sitting in his seat.  

"Can I... Do you want anything?" he felt completely flustered, as if Ms. Carson was suddenly a stranger.

"I do." She made no effort to elucidate what that might be.  

He gave Chelsey a glass of flavored water and offered Ms. Carson his own drink. She took a swig, then set it down.

The band was already preparing for the next set. Ms. Carson stood. "I want you to dance with me."

Diego felt panic hit him in the chest but weakly followed her to the dance floor.  

"Relax, Diego. Trust me." He stood in front of her, feeling those hands he adored lightly grasp his. "I'll lead. Remember, it's just math."

She pushed on one hand gently and he instinctively moved that foot back. He stumbled as he tried to remember the pattern.  

"Don't think so hard. Look at me. Look in my eyes."

That was something he knew how to do. He focused on her face, trying to let his body follow hers.  

She patiently stuck to simple steps, never letting her gaze waver from his. He felt self-conscious but obediently kept his feet moving, praying he wouldn't tromp on her precious toes.

She pulled him to her for a hug when the song ended and whispered in his ear, "Forever my good little student." She could feel the reaction in his pants at her praise and she shook her head, amused, as she ended the embrace. Someone else was already in line to take her from him and Diego returned to his seat alone where he spent the rest of the evening watching in awe as his Domme dominated the dance floor as effortlessly as she dominated him.  

After they'd dropped Chelsey off at her house, Diego pulled Daisy's car into her garage and followed her inside.

Before they'd taken two steps into the house, she grabbed his tie and pulled him roughly to his knees.

"My feet worked hard tonight. Worship them."

He leaned down and forward to kiss her toes. His lips brushed across her skin, then she backed away a step.

He crawled toward her and once again she only allowed him a cursory touch, then moved away, laughing.

He looked up, biting his lower lip and squinting at her. "Do you want me to worship you or just to tease me?"

"I want you to work for it. The sight of you desperately crawling toward me, trying to catch up to my feet, is gorgeous."

She led him to the play room like that, letting him capture small tastes of her feet, then pulling away.

When they reached the middle of the room, she pulled her phone out and searched for a bachata playlist. Raw, romantic music began to play and she threw the phone aside.

"God, it was so hot having you there," she said, turning her attention back to him.

"Really?" His tone sounded doubtful.

"You don't believe me?"

He searched for the words to explain his feelings. "I obviously don't know how to dance. You are amazing. I don't belong in that world."

She smiled down at him tenderly. "You belong anywhere I say."

"Yes, Domina," he faltered, not wanting to disrespect her but feeling the need to get his thoughts out. "But still... I knew when I asked you to be my Domme, I was going out on a limb. After seeing you tonight... I really don't know why you want to spend time with an inexperienced, awkward kid. I saw how every man in that place looked at you. They wanted to devour you. You could have your pick." He closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed.

Daisy felt her heart melt.  

"Look at me, Silly."  

He opened his eyes again, feeling like she was probing his soul with her long, steady gaze. He thought he'd preferred having his mouth probed with her feet.

"Diego..." she was looking for the right words. "You look at me like no one else."

"How?" he breathed the word softly.

"You tell me."

He furrowed his brows, as if considering a very deep problem, even more complex than physics. Finally he said, "I look at you like I want to worship you with every fiber in my being."

His words made her heart swell.

"Good answer," was all she said.  

She grabbed the tie and pulled him to his feet one more time. She turned herself around and wiggled her back against his front, feeling his erection on her ass. She put his hands on her stomach. She kept moving to the music, in place, as she guided his hand up to her breasts, slipping them inside the top of the suit.  

The smell of her shampoo and the gardenia filled his senses. She spun around again, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. The song faded and another began with the distinctive sound of the tiple, a stringed instrument from Colombia.  

She kept leading him, dancing and undressing both of them, until they were naked. She pushed him roughly onto the day bed and climbed on top of him.

"Good salsa dancers are a dime a dozen, my dear boy, but I know a dance that you excel at."

"Me?"

She gave him a wicked grin and spun around, sitting on his face. As his tongue found her clit, she leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth. He made muffled sounds that might have been of pleasure, or might have been of protest at being suffocated, but she didn't care.  

"You know you don't have permission to cum until I say so, right?"

She took him deep until she could feel the swollen head at the back of her throat, tightening her lips around the base and bobbing her head slightly as she suctioned with her cheeks. The point between her own legs was burning. He slipped a finger inside her.  

"Now, Diego." She managed to say around her mouthful of him. The climax that had been slowly building all day between them tore through both of their bodies in unison. She collapsed on top of him, the pleasant ripples of the orgasm he'd given her rocking her into a gentle sleep. He lay there a long time, listening to Romeo Santos sing about an Indecent Proposal while feeling the rise and fall of her breaths on top of his belly.  

Eventually, he carefully extracted himself from under her and covered her with a blanket. He showered, then went into the living room and found the cage on the coffee table. He locked himself up, dressed, then tiptoed back into the spare room and laid the chain with the key on the end table where he knew she'd see it when she woke up.

He gave her a little kiss on the top of her head, switched off the light, and quietly let himself out the front door.  

Driving home, he thought that maybe salsa dancing wasn't so bad, after all.