Club Velvet - Book 2
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 19
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
Six more months later, Lisa and Jane were working together in the kitchen making their dinner for the pack, all six of them. Frank, Lisa and Jane had moved into a large house so that Veronica, Tiana and Brianna could live with them and save money. The other girls were not sleeping with Frank, but they were as close to family as they could be without a marriage license.
Frank came home from working with his realtor to find a new location for Club Velvet. The main club was bursting at the seams with business and Frank knew well enough that if people kept leaving, the popularity would fall and he would lose business.
“Honeys, I’m home!” Frank called out from the side door.
Jane moved quickly to hug him as Lisa moved a little slower, but got there just the same. Frank pulled Jane tightly against his body and kissed her deeply. He then placed a hand on her belly and leaned down and kissed the baby bump that was growing in her body. Once he released Jane, he kissed Lisa deeply, then put a hand on her swollen belly and then leaned down to kiss the larger belly of his other wife.
“How are my girls? How are my babies?” He said, moving to the stove and tasting the meal that was cooking on the stove.
Jane and Lisa laughed at his lame joke, the same joke he had been saying day after day since the WE had given them all permission to get pregnant. Lisa first, just after their wedding then three months later, Jane agreed and was now carrying her third baby.
“Where are the others?” Frank said, getting something to drink from the fridge.
“Veronica is upstairs chilling. Tiana and Brianna are at the club working.” Jane said, then shifted her focus to the WE, where she found out what they were doing. “My goodness, both are having a wonderful time giving private dances and the guys are very happy about it. Oooooh.” She groaned, sharing the wonderful orgasm both girls had. “Oh yeah. That was good, those were good.” She straightened her apron and went back to the stove.
“What?” Frank asked, not understanding.
“Oh, both of our girls just had an orgasm and they shared it with me. Lucky girls.” Jane said, giving him a leer, “Though, I would love to share with them if you are up for it.”
Frank laughed and gave her a kiss. “I’ll do my best.”
Dinner had been comfortable and satisfying — the food delicious, the company even better. With Veronica joining them, the pack felt nearly complete, and the evening carried that special kind of ease that only comes with deep connection.
Afterward, the girls retired to the family room to check social media while Frank stayed behind to do the dishes.
As he neared the end of his cleanup, he paused, dish towel in hand, and gazed into the family room — quietly watching the life he’d built.
Jane, Lisa, and Veronica were snuggled together on the big cuddle couch, the TV glowing softly in the background. Jane was scrolling through her phone, Lisa through the WEnet, and Veronica had the remote, eyes half-watching the screen as she absently flipped through channels.
Frank stood there in silence, mindlessly drying his hands, his heart full. Two incredible women were carrying his children. His club was thriving. His pack was safe, happy, and deeply loved. And in this simple moment — the soft hum of the TV, the flicker of laughter, the quiet comfort of home — he felt it down to his bones.
He wasn’t just lucky. He was blessed — more than he could ever explain.
So he stood there for a while longer, soaking it all in.
In the days following, the world kept moving.
Mia Taylor slipped out of her workplace early, having skipped lunch to make it to the club before the business office closed. She had reached out to Lisa Devon earlier, requesting an interview. Dressed in her favorite form-fitting dress, one that hugged her in all the right places, she made her way to Club Velvet.
At the entrance, the doorman greeted her with a nod.
“Hi. I’m Mia Taylor. I have an interview with Lisa Devon. Is she here?”
“Oh yes, Mia. Go right through those doors. I’ll let Lisa know you’ve arrived.”
She stepped inside and paused, her eyes drawn to the dancers on stage. They moved with confidence, seducing the crowd with graceful curves and teasing smiles. Dollar bills filled the air. Men watched, entranced.
Mia drifted to the bar and leaned against it, waiting.
“Can I get you something?” the bartender asked.
“No, thank you. I’m here for an interview with Lisa.”
“Well, take it from me—you’ve got the figure for it. I hope you join us. You’ll make a ton of money.”
Mia blushed, smiling shyly. “Thanks.”
Just then, Lisa arrived—pregnant belly leading the way, radiant and grounded. “Mia. Hi, I’m Lisa Devon.”
“Oh my! How far along are you?”
“About seven months now. My husband and wife are over the moon. And she’s due only three months after me, so—boom boom babies in the pack.” Lisa laughed warmly, motioning for Mia to follow her upstairs.
They settled into the office.
“So, Mia Taylor—why do you want to dance with us?”
Mia hesitated. Then told the truth. “I need something different. I’ve worked in an office for so long—I’m bored. I need a reason to wake up excited again.”
Lisa nodded. “Ever danced before?”
“Well ... I took jazz as a kid.” Mia laughed. “I tried stripping for my husband once. We got tangled in the bedsheets and laughed for fifteen minutes.”
Lisa smiled. “Have you ever been to Club Velvet before?”
“No. First time.”
“Let’s change that. Come downstairs with me, catch a show, and I’ll find something for you to try on. If you’re still interested, we’ll put you on one of the back stages to audition. Sound good?” Mia nodded, excitement bubbling in her chest.
As they took the elevator down, Lisa asked, “Latte? Coffee? Tea?”
“Chai tea latte would be perfect.”
Lisa passed the request to the coffee bar. Mia soon found herself seated near a stage, latte in hand. A waitress in lingerie and thigh-highs delivered it with a wink.
She sipped. “This is amazing.”
The dancer on stage moved like liquid fire, crawling, twirling, bending, and flashing with purpose. Mia’s eyes widened. The confidence. The exposure. The control.
Could I really do that?
She reached out through the WE. Malik, honey...
Hey babe. What’s up?
Would it be weird if I shaved off all my pubic hair?
... WHAT? came the surprised cough. What’s going on?!
I’m at Club Velvet. Thinking of trying out. The other girls are bare, so...
Malik was silent. Wow. Okay. I mean, we’ve done fun stuff with other couples, but ... you sure about this? What about the emotional side? Can you handle the intimacy and still come home to me the same?
I think so, she replied. I need something new. I can’t do desk work for eternity.
Then try it, Malik said softly. Just know I love you. Always.
Mia smiled, a warmth rising in her chest.
Lisa found her a schoolgirl-style outfit—short plaid skirt, cropped tie-front shirt. The dressing room buzzed with welcome and laughter. Another dancer even gave her a clean pair of panties.
After changing, Mia stood in front of the mirror. She was radiant—soft, sensual, powerful. Her body wasn’t just hers anymore—it was a message, a possibility.
Malik? she sent.
His voice came through like a growl of desire. Oh baby ... look at you.
On stage, under Lisa’s encouragement and a smooth beat, Sarang was born.
She moved with unexpected confidence, twirling, teasing, showing just enough and then more.
When the second song ended, Malik—having run all the way from the train—was there. Watching her. Loving her.
She took it all off. Every movement whispered, “I am power.”
Bills rained down. Men cheered. She felt electric.
Backstage, Lisa hugged her. “You did it. You’re one of us now.”
Mia beamed. “I really, really did.”
The other dancers welcomed her with open arms. Lisa asked if she wanted to try a private dance.
Mia thought about it, then smiled. “Let me give my husband a private one first. He’s earned it.”
They disappeared into a private booth. And there, in a space meant for connection and pleasure, Mia and Malik celebrated this new chapter—with no shame, no fear. Just joy.
Across town, a woman was standing in her bedroom, looking at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. She may be 17 and her brother 18, but she still had doubts about her body. She looked at her butt, it wasn’t anything special, just a normal girl’s butt. She wasn’t normally athletic or anything, but she was healthy and almost done growing up. Her breasts were modest, mounds sitting high on her chest, topped with dusky pink nipples and normal sized areolas. She looked down at her belly. It was flat, but that voice in her head said that she was pudgy there.
Jade Ellis, you are beautiful. Your body is healthy and perfect. Jade’s WE said to her just as they had said to millions of girls across the planet. All girls seem to go through the same self doubt the WE had figured after spending more than a year with humanity.
Jade stood in front of her mirror, “I know, but...” she said to her WE out loud.
No ‘buts’, you are beautiful and there are no ‘buts’ about it.
“Thanks.” she said, turning away from the mirror. Jade sat on the edge of her bed and thought about getting dressed, but thought against it. She then decided that she needed a man’s perspective. She looked at the wall, the wall she shared with her brother who was just 363 days older.