Chapter 17

The expansion began as soon as the money was in the bank. 12 million dollars and only 15% ownership were the final numbers that Frank got from Mr. Lockwood, much to his relief.

Frank leased the building next door and had to close the doors for a week while the hole was punched in the wall and constructed to code. Once it was deemed safe, it was covered over while the other building was built out.

Darlene came in after that week off, her bag over her shoulder, and stood around along with the other dancers on this morning shift.

They didn’t open officially until 10am and her shift went until 5 that evening.

“Holy Shit.” She cried at seeing the white plastic barrier in the wall where a booth used to be. The other dancers who were also scheduled during this shift went to the hole and tried to peek into the next room but the barrier was fixed firmly preventing them from seeing it before it was done.

The mixture of construction during the day and thumping music created quite a strange environment for the dancers and customers. The men would be sitting there watching a woman twirling on the pole with the music thumping away and a saw would go off adding the screech of noise interrupting the natural flow of the dancer’s movements.

The construction guys were nice enough, respectful of the dancers, but their presence during the day did eventually cause enough of an interruption that their work schedule had to be altered. The club closes at 2am, is closed until 10am where the doors are opened to customers. Frank changed the work schedule with the construction company getting them to change to accommodate the club being open while the construction was going on.

While this was going on, he spent days looking for another location on the other side of town, in one of the suburbs in their entertainment downtown district.

Frank was with his real estate agent looking at the few select buildings that were vacant and available for lease. They found an upstairs space that would work above a medical office that closes in the early afternoon. There would be about four hours of overlap between the time the club opens and when the office closes. The good news was that the medical office was closing its doors, no need for doctors when everyone is healthy with the WE in charge.

He had his agent reach out to the building’s owner and make an offer on the place. The offer was quickly accepted and the contracts were signed practically the same day as the offer was made. Frank went so far as to make an offer on the downstairs medical office as well, even though the construction on that place would take a solid year to clear out and make it useful as a strip club.

The mayor and city council had not expected a strip club to be moving into their town, but with the money that the club would generate, it was approved and all of the permits were signed paving the way for Frank to start construction.

Six months later, the expanded Club Velvet was reopened, bigger and grander than before with two large stages, another eight private dance booths and 10 more dancers working at the original location.

Six months later, the suburban location opened but without any dancers except for a few that lived out that way. Frank has a staffing problem that he had to fix if the suburban location was going to be successful.

When he had a casting call, auditions for dancers, his lobby was full of housewives and teens, all looking for a place working in his club. When he interviewed them, the teens told their story of hearing what happened to Sandy and how excited she was by dancing in front of an audience. The housewives just wanted to get out there and experience something new and different.

“How does your husband feel about this?” Was a common question he asked the married women and all of them reported that they didn’t know or they hadn’t even thought to ask their husbands about it.

The teens just wanted to experience something exciting for a change. The only problem with them was that they couldn’t work a full shift. They couldn’t arrive until after school let out and had to be home before 10pm. At that hour, the club was either starting to get going or was winding down, it really depended upon the season.

Frank ended up hiring everyone that was interested in working at his club. They were all legal according to the WE so when the suburban club opened, he had a full roster of 18 dancers ready to entertain the men who arrived at the club.

Opening night, there was a line out the door.

Spike didn’t know the dancers like he did downtown, he didn’t know their story or who might cause trouble, but the WE did so he was actually pretty calm about everything.

The first dancer on stage that night was a young woman, 18 years old, about to graduate from high school, who chose the stage name of Penny. She strutted out on stage wearing a cut off t-shirt and denim shorts, her hair flowing freely about her head. She had foregone shoes wanting to keep from falling or tripping if she wore heels. Her song started and she moved around the stage innocently but trying to be sexy. The crowd’s reaction was positive as she followed as many of the instructions as she could from the WE who had taught all of the new girls.

As the first song ended, she took her shirt off with pride as well as her shorts leaving her in a hot pink bra and panties set.

She used the pole to spin, as she had seen on the WEnet as well as taught by some of her coworkers, to show off her skill there as well as to entice the men to pay attention to her movements.

She slid down the pole to land on the stage then moved to crawl along the railing giving everyone sitting there a personal view of her young body as she laid on her back with her legs up in the air. She even went so far as to pull the panties aside and show off her hairless pussy before she rolled away to remove her bra and panties as the last song started.

Mark Carpenter walked into the club for the first time that night just as Penny was leaving the stage. He caught a glimpse of her bare bottom as she gathered her tip money, a sight that brought an amused smile to his lips. Married for over thirty years to a wonderful woman who had given him kids that were his pride and joy, Mark had never been happier. Since the WE came alive, he and his wife, Linda, had rediscovered each other in a very physical way, rekindling their passion like newlyweds. Just that morning, she had enticed him to hardness right in the kitchen, then perched herself on the counter, refusing to let him leave until they had satisfied each other. He hadn’t been able to stop smiling all day.

She had also gone back to work recently, telling him it was at a club downtown, though she hadn’t given many details. He vaguely remembered her mentioning it—right after they had made love on the living room sofa. His brain had been too blissfully fogged to register much beyond a half-hearted hmm and a distracted good luck.

Now, sitting at a table away from the stage, Mark sipped his fresh Coke and watched the next dancer perform, utterly captivated by the way she moved. The sheer strength and grace she displayed on the pole amazed him—how did she hold herself up like that without even using her hands?

A soft, feminine hand slid across his shoulder, and a sultry voice whispered into his ear, “Would you like a private dance?”

He turned slightly but couldn’t quite see her face—only the shimmer of a sparkly purple wig. As she stood beside him, Mark took in her full appearance. She wore a deep purple bra adorned with long, flowing fringe that swayed as she moved, partially obscuring the toned contours of her midsection. Matching panties with the same playful fringe traced her hips, teasing glimpses of her bare skin with every subtle motion.

His gaze drifted downward, taking in her body, unable to resist staring at the soft curves of her breasts, accentuated by the way her outfit shimmered under the lights. His mouth went dry, and his lips parted slightly. He barely registered her face—his focus entirely on her alluring presence.

All he could do was nod.

“Great,” she purred. “Come with me, big guy.”

She reached for his hand, and he followed her without hesitation, oblivious to the revelation waiting just ahead.

Roxy, the dancer in a purple wig and fringed lingerie, led Mark to a booth in the private dancing area and had him sit down. She sat astride his lap and explained what she was offering. “It’s only 100 for a private dance, which includes three songs and me stripping totally bare. If you want more then that is another 200 and we can do everything that you want if we are quick about it. So what do you say? Go all the way for 200?”

Mark was still blown away by the fact that this beautiful and alluring creature was sitting on his lap, offering to have ‘all the way’ sex with him. He knew that the WE would prevent all disease and pregnancies, they had told everyone that when they came alive, but to have sex with a stranger out in the open of a strip club; well that was an event that blew him away.

“I’ll go all the way.” he said meekly. He reached for his wallet in his shoulder bag since he was following rule 8 and handed over the 200 he had planned on breaking and handing out to the dancers who were on stage. But here he was, blowing it all on one dancer who seemed to be everything he could ask for.

“Perfect.” She said, then took his shoulder bag off and then turned to grab a towel and put both of them on the top of the booth where they were sitting.

As the song started, she moved with a lithe grace that Mark had never seen before as she bent forward to show off her toned bottom and the treasures she had hidden underneath her purple panties. Roxy ran her hands down her legs then back up, even touching herself enticing him to watch her fingers and body instead of her face that was obscured by the wig that had shifted to fall in front of her face.

She spun around to face him and shimmied and shook her body, again running her fingers across her breasts, down her belly and even cupping herself between her legs as she moved.

Mark got hard as she moved, his erection sticking up from his lap drew her attention and she looked at it and coyly licked her lips as she looked him in the eye.

She moved to his lap, rubbing her body against his face and chest as she moved. The soft feeling of her skin against his cheek amazed him. The smell of her perfume filled his nose. The sight of her movements drew his eyes to everything but her face.

She spun away from him, unclasped her bra then spun back to face him, the fringe at her waist and around her bra flying up giving him a better view of her body.

She dropped the bra and cupped her breasts then moved back to his lap and rubbed his face with her breasts letting him suck briefly at her nipples, before she moved to the floor and slowly slid her panties off.

With the panties on the floor and her whole body open to his gaze, she moved back to his lap and used her pussy lips to rub against the hard erection that was straining to penetrate her body. She flexed her hips back and forth as the music played on, getting his wetness to join with hers as she prepared to slide down his pole.

Mark was captivated by the dancer’s movements. Her body was perfect. Perfectly curved, perfect shape and the feel of her skin against his face and hands was more than he could stand.

Roxy slowly eased down Mark’s pole until she was fully on him and he was fully inside of her body. She moved back and forth, flexing her hips instead of using her knees to rise and fall. This helped her clit to rub against his body better, gave her more pleasure, and gave Mark a different sensation than what he was used to.

Mark couldn’t take his eyes off her body, their joining as she flexed and moved.

As he was watching her move he got a look at something on her skin that he hadn’t noticed before. She had a heart tattoo on her body that sat between her hip bones and her pubic bone and as he held her body, his thumb was right over the top of it.

“Wait.” he said as the size and shape of that tattoo finally came to mind. His wife had gotten that tattoo on her 50th birthday as a moment of rebellion since she was now ‘old.’

He froze, and looked up at the dancer on his lap. He slowly moved the wig hair aside and looked into the dancer’s face for the first time. “Linda?” He asked, coming to grips with what he was seeing.

“Hi honey.” She said with a smile.

She kept moving as they both came to grips with what was happening. The woman he was fucking wasn’t a stranger—she was his wife. Beautiful, sexy, arousing in ways he had never fully appreciated until now. For the first time in their lives, she was brazenly sensual, unapologetically seductive, and completely in control.

Mark slid his hands up her body, wrapping them around her back as he pulled her tightly against him. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, tongues entwining as Roxy continued to move, her body swaying with the heat of the moment.

Their shared time was suddenly coming to an end as both were nearing their orgasms and for Roxy, she didn’t want it to end, not just yet.

She moved off of his lap, leaving his cock standing straight up in the coolness of the club. She spun away, moving to the beat of the music, letting it move her as she swayed, seductively in front of Mark. She turned her back to him, bent over with her legs apart and displayed herself to him without shame or caution. She then slowly slid her hands up the back of her legs as Mark sat there, transfixed by the site she was putting on. Once her hands got to her butt, she slapped her own bottom and squeezed. The squeeze pulled her pussy lips open and the shiny wetness of her body reflected the lights of the ceiling back toward Mark.