Chapter 5

Club Velvet, the original location, the source of happiness and pleasure for much of the city, was busy on a Friday night when they got a call about reserving a VIP lounge for a group of people.

“Yes, how many will be attending?” Danika asked, glad for the business but concerned how she was going to fit them in on the busy schedule.

“Ten.” the voice on the phone answered.

“That should be fine. How many dancers is your party asking for?”

“I’m not going to attend, I’m just the secretary making the reservation.” the woman said with a laugh. “How many dancers can the VIP lounges support? One, two or more?”

Danika stopped and thought for just a second. “The rooms can support four easily, if your party wants more than that, special arrangements may have to be made. Also, how long is your party going to use the lounge?”

The voice on the other end of the phone fell silent, absolutely silent, as if the line had been muted and Danika just waited it out, she wasn’t needed at the moment, so why not just wait.

“Ma’am, our party is a mixed group, so four dancers would be plenty for us. The issue is that we may need it for several hours. Is that going to be a problem?”

Danika was looking through her calendar, “No, that won’t be a problem. When do you need it?”

The lady on the phone gave her a date that was several weeks out on a Wednesday. “That will work for us just fine.” Danika made several notes, reserving the room and posting volunteers to be available for a VIP event on that Wednesday. “What name can I put down for this?”

“Um, it is going to sound strange, but put down Sentinel as the name. For security reasons if you don’t mind.” The woman on the phone said, sounding sort of embarrassed to be admitting this.

“No worries. We’ve had other VIPs also give fictional names. I’ve dealt with all sorts. Ok, then you are reserved for Wednesday, four dancers for a party of 10. I’ve got you all arranged. Would you like to secure it all with a charge card?”

“Oh course. Here are the numbers.” The woman on the phone read out a series of numbers which Danika put down into her computer and charged the room one dollar just as verification that the card is good.”

“Oh, go ahead and charge the whole amount now. Please.” The woman said suddenly.

Danika, caught off guard, charged the card the whole fee and the woman thanked her for her time and hung up. Danika set it all aside and just shrugged her shoulders, some people are just that way.

The day of the VIP party arrived, and Danika had handpicked four dancers she knew would be perfect for the occasion. Lola Belle, having returned to work after the birth of her baby with Brent, would take the lead—her experience and confidence made her the ideal choice for the task. The other dancers were equally skilled, ensuring that the time spent in the VIP room would go smoothly.

Lola was joined by Sandy Ellison, the fiery young woman who had taken second place in the last competition after being too young for the first; Tasha Reynolds, the retired firefighter who had competed in the Kitten contest and still dazzled the crowd with her powerful presence; and Jennifer, also known as Amara, the seductive belly dancer who loved to entertain and had a knack for making any room feel electric.

Together, they were a dynamic team, each bringing their own unique energy to the evening.

The limo drove up to the back of the strip mall and was welcomed by Frank and Danika who held the VIP door open for the group. Both were surprised when several men ran up to the limo and took up position around it before the people inside even got out. They were serious men, all wearing dark suits, glasses with earpieces in their ears as if they were listening to something in spite of the WE making their communications instantaneous.

The door opened on the limo and a tall man got out with a confident smile on his face, he looked around then went straight to Frank with his hand out. Frank didn’t recognize him, but greeted him warmly just the same.

“Good evening, welcome to Club Velvet.” Frank said with a wide smile. “This is my club manager, Danika.”

The man shook Danika’s hand then Frank’s. “Good evening to you. Thank you for letting us reserve your club for tonight. I look forward to some relaxation.”

The other people in the limo got out, four other men and one woman, all with a well-practiced charm and charisma, all smiling and shaking hands as they were ushered into the VIP room.

From another limo, just behind the first, another group of people got out, four women and one man, each also with smiles on their faces, moved to shake hands with Frank and Danika, none of them offering their names but all were very thankful for Frank’s club and he opening the VIP room.

Frank and Danika led the group past the bathrooms and into the VIP lounge. The spacious room was designed for comfort, easily accommodating the eight men and women, with ample space for the dancers to move freely as they performed. A polished stage sat in the corner, large enough for an intimate gathering, with a gleaming pole at its center. “Wow, nice,” several of them murmured as they stepped inside, settling onto the plush couches and chairs. Lola Belle, Sandy Ellison (the dancer who placed second in her last Kitten Contest), Tasha Reynolds (the retired firefighter and former Kitten Contest competitor), and Amara (a mesmerizing belly dancer) stood side by side in front of the stage, arms draped around each other as they watched the VIPs enter the lounge. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Club Velvet!” Lola said to the group as the door was closed, blocking out most of the sound system in the main club. “My name is Lola Belle and these dancers and I are here to entertain you. Allow me to introduce everyone to you. This little spitfire is Sandy Ellison, she placed second in our dance contest a couple of years ago. She is good and loves to get personal with her clients. So be ready.” She said with a smile on her face as she teased her coworker who really did love working at the club and getting fucked her by clients. “Next is Tasha Reynolds, also a Kitten Contest participant and a hot little number as well. Lastly is our very own professional belly dancer, Amara, who is going to start us off with her sensual and captivating ‘Dance of a Thousand Boners.’” she said, causing everyone to laugh at the joke.

The women moved to the crowd as they had everyone move to the stage while Amara moved to the sound system and started up her music. Her bra and skirt had little coins on them so they jingled as she moved, making everyone smile with the noise of little jingles.

Lola moved to the women, who all hung back instead of sitting at the stage. “Hi. I’m Lola, I hope that you all enjoy the show.” she said, as she greeted the women who all chose to sit in a cluster on one of the couches while the men gladly moved to the stage as Amara took the stage.

“It is fine.” A dark haired woman said with a very thick Spanish accent. “Let the boys have their fun, I’ll get mine when I get home.”

“Yea, my pack husband will take care of me or pack wife will. You all are fine women, but this just isn’t my thing.” The woman sitting next to her said, her accent wasn’t obvious nor were her looks. Light brown hair and blonde eyes, she could be anyone.

Lola sat back, disappointed that half the group wasn’t going to enjoy their dances.

“Which reminds me, why do you do this? Aren’t there other ways to make a living?” The woman said with dark brown hair and an aura about her authority.

Lola understood this question easily. “Connect with me and I’ll try to explain.”

The five women all connected to Lola, and as she was going through their names getting to know each of them. One name stood out to her. Elodie Laurent, President of France.

Lola’s eyes opened wide in shock as her mouth fell open. “Madam President.” Lola said reverently.

Elodie smiled at being recognized, but took Lola’s hands and hushed her. “There is no need for that here. I’m just Elodie for now.”

Lola looked at the other women: Olivia Bennett, Commerce Secretary for the USA; Isabelle Marreau, Canada’s Secretary of Commerce; Valeria Ortega, Mexico’s Minister of Commerce; Eleanor Sinclair, a key figure in the UK’s trade sector; and Elodie Laurent, the President of France.

“What are you all doing here? But that would mean...” Her sentence trailed off as she turned to the men seated at the stage, watching as Amara slowly and sensually removed her clothing for their entertainment. Seated before her were Jonathan Keaton, President of the United States; Prime Minister Daniel Mercer of Canada; Alejandro Vargas, President of Mexico; Edmund Carlisle, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom; and Jean-Luc Rousseau, France’s Minister of Commerce.

“Yes, but hush. There is no need for anyone else to know that we are here.” Olivia Bennett said, also hushing Lola from getting excited and blurting out their presence to the world.

Lola turned back to the women and took a few deep breaths to calm herself. “Okay. I just have to ignore the fact that the freaking President of the United States is sitting over there and try to remain calm. Not to mention that the leaders of other countries are also sitting right there—or right here in front of me,” she said in a rushed breath. Then, straightening her posture, she took another steadying inhale before continuing.

“Ladies, going back to your original question—I know that all of us dancers do this because it’s fun. Not because anyone is forcing us, and not because we lack other skills or opportunities. No, I do this because I love the attention and the unique experiences it brings.

“I met my husband on a park bench while he was talking to the WE. Our first date was at this club, where I stripped for him and gave him his first private dance. My previous husband met me at a club and got off on hearing all about the dances I performed and the men I interacted with. Brent doesn’t get off on it, but he knows how much happier I am when I’m working.”

The powerful women of the world’s government all leaned in as Lola spoke. Hanging on every word she spoke.

“You don’t look old enough to have had two husbands.” Isabelle said off handedly, not even paying attention to Lola’s stats that the WE were showing her.

“I know, but I’m a lot older than I look, we all are now.”

“Oh.” came from the five women sitting around Lola. They had all been shown Lola’s real age and understood. She was close to 90 by now.

“See?”

“I understand now. So you’ve been doing this for a long time then? Why continue doing it?” Valeria asked.

“Like I said before, I like it, I’m good at it, and no one can tell me not to.” Lola said, then leaned in closer, whispering to the women, “And the money is great to boot.”

The women all laughed at this, all of them being business minded in the governments of the world.

“So, with that all said, why don’t we strip down and join the guys, maybe we can get our pussies filled, have a nice O before our time here ends and we all have to go home.” Lola said, hoping to break the ice and move things along.

Amara had ended her session on stage and Sandy had taken the stage to some upbeat dance music that the guys seemed to really enjoy. Amara had moved to one of the private dance couches with Alejandro, the Mexican President, and was currently kissing him while slowly flexing her hips on his cock.

Lola looked to Valeria, “Why don’t you strip down and join him. The couch is made to have someone behind him while he gets his private dance with Amara.”

She waved the idea off saying, “That wouldn’t be correct, even with the WE here.”

Olivia, from the US, stood up and reached for the hem of her shirt saying that she’ll do it. “Amara is just beautiful and I could use better relations with Mexico.”

Olivia had a very average white bra under her baseball jersey. She dropped her tailored shorts revealing her white cotton panties that covered everything and thumbed them to the floor. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, tossed it onto the couch where she had been sitting and moved to the couch. She ran her hands across both of their shoulders and arms as she moved behind the Mexican President and sat down. She wrapped her arms around the man’s chest, reaching for Amara’s breasts and body as she rubbed her breasts across the man’s back. Amara leaned in and kissed the woman as she used her body to pleasure the president and her hands to pleasure Olivia’s body. The added touch of a lovely pair of breasts against the Mexican President’s back was becoming too much for him and after only a short while, he pulled Amara tightly against his body and groaned out his orgasm. His seed shot out and filled her body. Amara didn’t get to her conclusion, but that was fine by her. She would get her release when she got home.