Club Velvet - Book 2
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 18
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Frank Devon from Book 1 continues his life and expanding business. I won't give away what happens, but this is book 2 of 3 with lots of story driven and character driven writing. If you are looking for an erotic story with no character development, keep moving. Otherwise, this is about how Frank keeps his business moving, expanding and the new people he meets along the way.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Exhibitionism
Frank dressed and offered to pay Gideon for his time and expertise, but Gideon refused. Frank did offer him free admin for he and one of his pets if he so desired at his club which he graciously accepted.
Frank left the store after washing away the oil on his skin and drying off and redressing in his suit.
He walked back to the train station feeling lighter. He accepted his role, he was accepting the girls and their different needs as well as his special role as dom to Jane and her need for leadership as a sub.
He got off the train near the club, walked up to the front door and looked around at the few people standing around outside waiting to get in.
“Hey buddy, no cutting!” Someone shouted.
“Yeah, I’ve been waiting to get in for like 20 minutes.”
Frank raised his hand, “Sorry everyone, I own the club.”
Everyone who had shouted at him apologized to him.
“What’s your name?” he asked the two men who had spoken to him. They gave him their names and he told the WE that they would get free admission to the club tonight. Both men were overcome and shook his hand with vigor.
Frank left the line, went in and found that the club was full. He looked around for Jane and Lisa, not seeing them, he went to the dressing room and didn’t find them. He went upstairs to the offices and found them sitting on Lisa’s couch.
Jane and Lisa both jumped up when he entered. “Oh Frank.” “Are you ok?” “Did you find your release?” “I’m so glad you’re back.” The questions came fast and furious from the two women as they hugged him.
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” he told them, then kissed them both. They put him on the couch and Jane moved to sit on his lap, curling up like a cat on his lap. Lisa moved to sit next to him, after putting his arm around her shoulders.
“I felt all of it. It didn’t hurt, so I knew you weren’t in trouble, but I feel tingly all over.” Lisa said.
Jane just sighed against him.
“Would you do that to me?” Jane finally asked after they all took a moment to relax with each other.
“No. I don’t have the skill. It would take years of practice to get as good as Gideon. I wouldn’t ever do anything to you unless I knew how to do it. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Good.” she said to him, still nestled on his lap.
The trio fell silent, each going over what he had submitted to, dealing with the overwhelming feelings he had experienced. They didn’t understand it, but were comfortable knowing that it didn’t matter. Frank needed something and he seemed to have found it.
“Lisa, Jane, I think I know what we are going to do moving forward. I’m selling my house in Metro City and I’m moving to Chicago.” Frank said, casually, like he was telling them the weather outside.
“Ok.” Lisa said, not making a big deal of it, just acknowledging his words trusting Frank to know what’s best. Jane sighed, trusting him as well and knowing full well that any decision he made included her.
“Jane, would you be willing to sell your house and move with me?”
“If you think that is best.”
Frank pulled back and made her look him in the eyes. “No. This is not a dom/sub thing. This is a Jane Morrison thing. Are you willing to sell your old house and follow me to Chicago?”
“What would I do?” She asked him.
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. I’ve only been a housewife and mom. I don’t really like or want to work outside the home. Kevin loved that I simply stayed home and made a home for him. Could I do that for you?”
Lisa touched her hand, “Yes please.”
“Yes, of course you can. If that is what you want, then I’d love it if I had a hot woman at home waiting for me with a hot meal and open thighs.” Frank said, being honest while also making a joke.
Jane groaned, nudged him with her elbow, called him a jerk, but then touched his face and kissed him. “I love you Frank.” She then pulled Lisa over and touched her face the same way, “I love you Lisa.”
Love was expressed back to Jane with words and feelings through the WE.
They sat like this for a while longer, then went downstairs and checked things over before leaving together. The club was full, the bar was busy and the dancers were moving around the floor talking to everyone and all sexy smiles and wiggling hips. The room was full of sensual energy, just the way it was supposed to be.
At the apartment, the girls took showers while Frank went to the kitchen and worked on dinner.
The apartment smelled like garlic, tomatoes, and comfort.
Frank stood at the stove, stirring an enormous pot of spaghetti sauce simmering with rich spices and tender meatballs—enough to feed an army. Which, in this house, wasn’t far off.
Jane joined him in the kitchen, barefoot and wearing one of Frank’s oversized shirts. She moved with ease now, comfortable in the space—and in herself. She handled the garlic bread while he strained the pasta, the two of them moving around each other like they’d cooked together for years.
Lisa came in behind them, still damp from her shower, and snagged a meatball straight from the pot.
“You’re going to burn your mouth,” Frank warned.
“Worth it,” she said with a wink, chewing contentedly as she leaned against the counter. “Besides, I earned it after tonight.”
“Rough shift?”
She shrugged. “Just a normal one. Nothing dramatic. Except that I felt everything earlier. Gideon’s session with you? That lit up the WE like fireworks.”
Jane nodded from the other side of the kitchen. “I felt it too, just ... softer. Like echoes. But Lisa—you must’ve been practically vibrating.”
Lisa gave a playful smirk. “I was. I had to take care of that in the shower.” She gave Frank a pointed look. “You’ll make it up to me later.”
Frank chuckled, shaking his head. “I think you just love watching me squirm.”
Before anyone could respond, the front door opened and the rest of the crew spilled in—Veronica, Tiana, and Brianna—each laughing, tired, and still in full post-shift glow.
“Something smells amazing!” Brianna called as she kicked off her shoes.
“God, I’m starving,” Veronica added. “I felt something weird earlier. Like, real weird. It was emotional. Tingly. Was that you, Frank?”
“Yeah,” Tiana chimed in, flopping onto the couch. “I thought someone zapped the WE. What happened?”
Frank wiped his hands on a towel and turned to face them. “I, uh ... submitted to a session with someone I trust. I needed to offload some stress.”
All three women went quiet for a second.
“You got flogged?” Veronica asked, wide-eyed after checking in with the WE on what happened.
Frank nodded once.
“Was it hot?” Brianna grinned.
“Was it scary?” Tiana asked more seriously.
Frank gave them a half-smile. “It wasn’t about pain or fear. It was about letting go. And yes, it helped.”
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