Chapter 6

The secret of their time at the club eventually got out, and the tabloids had a field day with suggestive headlines that made even the boldest readers blush:

“Velvet Secrets EXPOSED! World Leaders Caught in Late-Night VIP Strip Club Scandal!”

“Diplomats & Dancers! Exclusive: What REALLY Happened Behind Closed Doors at Club Velvet?!”

“US Presidential Pole Position! U.S. Leader Gets Up Close and VERY Personal with Exotic Dancer”

“Tea, Tassels, and Temptation! British PM Caught Watching Private Show at American Strip Club”

“From Parliament to Panties! Canadian & Mexican Leaders Let Loose in Late-Night Lounge”

“Global Power Players in G-Strings Shock! World Leaders Enjoy ‘Hands-On’ Diplomacy at Club Velvet”

“Silk, Seduction, and Secret Service?! President’s VIP Night Turns Into International Eye Candy Fest”

“French Kiss & Tell? Rumors Swirl After President Spotted Whispering to Belly Dancer at Club Velvet”

“Velvet Confidential! Dancers Spill the Secrets of World Leaders’ Strip Club Soirée”

“Global Grind! Five World Leaders, Four Dancers, One Night to Remember—Club Velvet Rocks the World Stage!”

The good news? The headlines turned Club Velvet into an international sensation overnight. The bad news? It turned Club Velvet into an international sensation overnight.

Lines began forming outside the club before doors even opened—sometimes even during the day. Weekends were worse. Local police were called in frequently to manage traffic flow, and the lines often spilled over into the entrances of nearby businesses in the strip mall. Frank had wanted the club to be successful, but he hadn’t expected it to become a bucket-list destination.

Frank sat in his office, looking at the WE and what they were telling him of what was going on outside his club.

The line is going down the mall. The club is full to capacity with a waiting line for private dances.

“What the heck am I going to do now?” Frank asked the WE, frustration thick in his voice. “The St. Louis club is packed. The dancers are pulling in good money, everyone’s happy—but the suburban club is slammed too, and now even they’ve got lines around the block on weekends. This was supposed to be manageable. Now what?”

You need to expand—once again, the WE answered calmly.

Frank rubbed his temples. He checked his bank accounts. Then he checked in on his dancers, his wait staff, the bar team—everyone connected to the club. They were all showing signs of burnout. The nonstop pace was wearing them down. A few dancers were privately questioning if they could keep going. One of them was even considering quitting altogether, unsure why she’d started in the first place. Bodies were sore, minds frayed, and even the strongest of them needed a break.

WE, I’m closing the main club for four days. Monday through Thursday. Let everyone rest, recharge, and breathe. Pass the word to all staff.

And that’s exactly what happened. The main club and suburban club shut down for four days, leaving only the St. Louis location open.

Monday: Every female staff member was sent to the spa—massages, waxing, facials, mani-pedis, full hair treatments. Frank covered it all, showing each of his girls how much he appreciated them. Not forgetting the guys, Frank made sure they were treated too. Spike, the bartenders, barbacks, kitchen staff, even the coffee guys—they all got tailored packages: hot towel shaves, deep-tissue massages, haircuts, grooming kits, and a relaxing day off. No one was left out; everyone who helped make the club what it was got a little piece of luxury.

Tuesday: A full-club trip to a boutique lingerie store. Frank footed the bill without blinking. It cost a small fortune, but the laughter and excitement from the women made it worth every cent.

Wednesday: A private luncheon at one of the finest restaurants in town. Everyone from dancers to bartenders received an envelope with a generous bonus. “Money doesn’t fix everything,” Frank said with a smile, “but it sure doesn’t hurt.”

Thursday: The big event. Frank rented an entire section of the baseball stadium built on the land where his original club once stood. Staff brought spouses, kids, and even their pack members. It wasn’t just a company outing—it was a celebration of what they’d built together.

By Friday, the break had worked its magic. The stress had melted away. The dancers came back with new energy, fresh outfits, and brighter smiles. Business picked up right where it left off—but now, with a renewed sense of joy.

Frank took a flight to California and walked into the highrise building where Grant Lockwood had his offices. He had called ahead and set up an appointment so this wasn’t a surprise. Frank was a professional and meetings of this importance had to be done in person.

“Hello. I’m Frank Devon.” Frank said to the cute receptionist sitting at her desk near the elevators.

“Oh yes, Mr. Devon. Mr. Lockwood is expecting you. Right this way.” she said with a smile leading him further into the office complex.

As they were passing through the cubicle farm, Vanessa, Dominic, and Evan all left their cubicles and joined Frank. Their greetings were warm and very positive with hugs and handshakes exchanged between the group.

As they entered the conference room, each taking a chair close together, Dominic asked the first question as Grant entered the room and took his favorite seat at the head of the table. “Did it really happen? Did the President of the United States really spend an evening at our club?”

“Yea, the tabloids were all full of crazy stories that our president, France, Canada, Mexico and the UK Prime Minister were all together fucking like rabbits.” Vanessa said, adding to the discussion.

Frank remained silent with a wide sly smile on his face.

Evan keyed in on his smile. “I knew it.” He shouted pointing at Frank.

Frank didn’t say anything but laughed at their excitement about what they ‘think’ they know. “I can’t say anything, I’m sorry. We have had many VIPs in our lounge since it opened. We are becoming very popular which is why I’m here.” Frank said, catching everyone’s eye. “The notoriety and popularity of our club is starting to take its toll on our employees and I don’t want that to happen. This popularity is also giving us a chance to expand beyond what I had originally thought about. We have two clubs in the city, one in East St. Louis, all of which are very busy and we are making money hand over fist. Which gives me the idea of expanding beyond the immediate area. I was thinking of expanding to Chicago and opening a club downtown.”

Frank looked around, trying to guess their reaction to the news, the proposal, but none of them said anything or gave any reaction to his proposal, they were stone walls of self control.

“Well? Say something?” Frank said, trying to get something out of them.

Grant stood up from his desk and walked over to sit next to Frank. Speaking quietly and sincerely, “Why Chicago?”

“Population. Demographics. Money. All of the usual reasons.”

“How much are we talking about?” Vanessa asked.

“I don’t even know. I wanted to talk to my board members first, before doing anything further.”

Grant smiled, the respect he was showing awed him. “Frank, find a realtor, look around, get some numbers for us and we will meet again. I have a bad feeling that it is going to cost millions to start and may never pay off in a reasonable time frame.”

Frank agreed, and after shaking hands and hugging his partners, left to head to Chicago and get things rolling.

Frank checked with his WE about an agent to see. They searched for him, found an agent that had a very nice and empty building on the west side of town that should suit Frank’s idea of a club.

Frank’s taxi rolled up to an office building on the outskirts of the city and Frank got out, got his suitcase out of the trunk and walked in with a hopeful smile on his face.

“Hi, I’m here to see Jason Kroll. I think we have a meeting scheduled.”

The receptionist checked her computer going through the motions of contacting Jason, even though her WE had already said that the meeting was in room B. “The restrooms are here if you need a break.” Frank used them and went to meeting room B as Jason Kroll joined him moments later.

“Frank Devon, I’m Jason Kroll.” Said, holding out his hand to him with a polished and practiced smile on his face. Frank wasn’t following Rule 8, but Jason was as well as many other people in his office. The meeting room was a bit warm with humidity that made everyone comfortable as they sat and talked about real estate.

“Thank you for meeting with me. Have our WE informed you about what I’m looking for?” Frank asked, taking a seat able to see the big screen on the wall.

“Oh yes, as soon as they told me you need an agent, I got the full run down from them about Club Velvet and what you are planning. You own a strip club in Metro, two locations there, one in East St Louis, you have held talent scout contests for several years in a row which have attracted talent from all over the country. You sell out those contests every year and have given away hundreds of thousands of dollars. I almost wish I was a girl so that I could compete. “ he said with a laugh.

“Well, if I ever decide to open a bar for male strippers, I’ll let you know.” Frank said, still laughing.

“So, with that being said, what do you have for me?”

Jason turned on the big screen, loaded a series of pictures of the property. The outside was red brick, five stories tall, known as the Langston building. Built in 1918 as the headquarters for Langston Textile Company, a family-owned fabric manufacturer known for high-end upholstery and fashion fabrics. For decades, it was a hub of innovation and craftsmanship, with sewing floors on the upper levels and a grand showroom on the second floor, where they’d display new fabric lines to designers and buyers.

In the late 1990s, after overseas manufacturing surged, the business downsized and eventually sold the building. It was briefly converted into mixed-use office space, but the structure retained much of its original character—exposed brick, steel beams, original hardwoods, and tall warehouse-style windows.

The building has sat mostly unused for the past eight years, though it’s been kept in good condition thanks to a preservation initiative from the city, recognizing it as a historical industrial structure. It’s in a transitioning neighborhood, now attracting boutique firms, art studios, and nightlife concepts.

Frank sat and studied the pictures for several minutes having him go back and forth between the pictures several times. He liked it, but wasn’t going to take the first thing he saw. “What else do you have?”

Jason pulled up several other properties, but they just didn’t stand out or have the same feeling like the Langston building.

“Jason, do you have some place I can leave my case? I would like to see the Langston property.” Frank said and Jason did. They wheeled the case into his cube and then went out to his 4Runner and they drove to the property.

The large gate around the place was locked, but Jason pulled keys out of his pockets and unlocked it and they drove up to the front entrance. More keys were used and they started the tour. Jason’s sweat suit and tennis shoes crunched on the floor as they walked through the building. It looked sound, but he didn’t know anything about buildings. He walked around the main floor, standing in each corner then moving to another one and repeating this on each floor as they toured.

They finished on the roof and he again stood in each corner looking around.

The tall and wide windows gave a great view of the city and the lake, but gave him pause. How would a strip club with lights and sounds be accepted doing business until all hours of the night?

“What are the rules about noise? Lights and crowds? Opening night could be very busy and if my other clubs are any proof, there could be lines around the building once it gets going.”

Their WE gave them the answer. The city aldermen would want you to minimize the light and sound pollution coming from the club. There are soundproofing materials that would and should be installed in the walls. Light dimming shutters can be installed on the windows to keep light from bothering others and passing motorists. It can be done and couldn’t cost too much money when done during construction. The WE said, then scrolled some numbers past their mind’s eye.

Frank and Jason did actually see two of the other buildings, but even seeing them in person didn’t change what Frank had felt in the office. He decided on the Langston building and tendered a lease-to-buy offer on it.

“Frank, I usually get to know the people I’m helping. Mind telling me about yourself?” Jason asked, as they sat in traffic trying to get back to his office.

“There’s not much to tell, actually. I’ve owned Club Velvet for a long time. I’m unmarried and haven’t been interested in anyone for years. I’ve worked too hard building the club into something real.”

“Really? You’re not married? Even nowadays?” Jason asked, the surprise in his voice unmistakable.

“Nope. I’ve focused too much on work. Never gave much thought to finding a woman. And after all the dancers I’ve worked with over the years ... let’s just say I’ve been around enough women to recognize the trouble some of them bring.” He tried to pass it off as a joke, but it landed flat even to his own ears.

“Huh,” Jason said, snorting faintly.

They moved forward another few feet in traffic before Jason spoke again. “So where do you go to relieve tension—get your rocks off?”

“Sex?”

“Yes, exactly. My mates and I enjoy ourselves almost every day, and a few women at work make themselves available. I get off plenty. If you want, we could swing by my place—one of my mates might be interested in being with you.”

Frank turned to look at him, the weight of the offer pressing in from all sides. His voice was barely above a whisper.

“You would do that for me?”

He wasn’t curious. He wasn’t flattered. He was gutted—like someone had offered him a piece of their soul and called it casual. The idea of offering up a mate—someone you shared life with—like a snack to a guest...

It stunned him. Offended him.

And all he could manage was that single, hollow question.

“Sure, my girls share themselves with others all the time. Want me to check with them?”

Frank just waved it off, telling him that he wasn’t interested.

“How many mates do you have Jason?”

“Well, I married my first wife before the WE and we found another woman who had been our friend for a long time, but never married who claimed to be gay before the WE. Well, the WE found out that she had been assaulted as a child, they healed her, and she actually loves making love with me and our wife. Then there is our neighbor, who comes over on the weekends to have sex with all of us.” He laughed, then continued. “That kid is going to wear me out.”

“How old is she?”

Jason paused, before answering. “Don’t be offended, but 15.”

“No, I’m not offended. I’ve reviewed several girls of that same age who wanted to dance in my clubs. No, not offended. Are you going to add her to your pack?”

“We’ve talked about it, but we are in no hurry. We all think that she should grow up first, you know, at least let her graduate from high school before we talk further about adding her to our pack.”

“Huh,” Frank said, then looked out the window of the Toyota as Jason maneuvered into a parking space back at his office.

The men shook hands and Frank took his wheeled case out and caught a taxi to a hotel near the airport.

After he checked in and set his bathroom items out, he went back downstairs to the bar and ordered a mocktail.

“You alone?” A woman asked, moving to sit next to him at the bar.

“I am.”

“Interested in company? I can offer you around the world services for only 200.”

Frank looked at the woman, she was pretty, wearing only a simple black dress over a healthy sized chest. Her sandy blonde hair hung softly around her head to her shoulders which went well with her soft makeup which accentuated her features very nicely.

“What name can I call you?” he asked her.

“How about Jewel?”

“Well Jewel, I’m Frank and I don’t normally hire companions, but after the day I’ve had, I could use some company for a few hours, if you have the time?”

“For you, I have the time.” Jewel said, finishing off her drink then standing up next to Frank.

He slammed his drink and then set the glass on the bar and pulled his key card out of his pocket as they rode up in the elevator.

Once in the room, Jewel put her small purse on the table and turned to Frank. He watched her, then realized what she was waiting for. Payment.

“Oh shoot. Yes. Money first. I’m so sorry.” He said, then offered his hand to her and through the WE transferred the money to her. Once it was confirmed that she had it, she moved into his arms and kissed him.

Their arms went around each other as she pressed her body against his, she rubbed her chest against his, even trying to entice an erection by trying to get her pelvis to rub against his.

Frank pulled back from her and felt for the zipper on her back, but couldn’t find it. She giggled at him and raised an arm and showed him that it unzips there.

He put his hands on her waist and slowly unzipped her dress while watching her face. She just smiled at him, happy about him being gentle as he undressed her. Once it was unzipped, she drew the dress up and off, tossing it into a chair behind him. She stood before him wearing a very nice lace and satin bra that held her generous breasts. The rest of her body was slender, which made her large breasts look even bigger. She wore a very nice pair of black satin panties that accentuated her long legs and the roundness of her hips.

“Jewel, I don’t want to mess up your hair, or anything, but I’ve been outside all day and feel quite dirty. Would you join me for a shower?” Frank asked her, still dressed.

“Frank, yes. I’ll join you for a shower.”

Frank was quickly stripped by Jewel and the shower was started and adjusted to be just warm enough for them to use. Jewel’s bra and panties were left on the floor of the bathroom as they stepped into the shower. The shower had bottles of soap, shampoo and conditioner attached to the wall so that all Frank had to do was pump the bottles a little and a healthy wad of soap was in his hands. He washed Jewel from the neck down, taking special care to keep her hair from getting wet while making sure that her pussy and anus were very clean. She washed him as well, also making sure that his cock and balls were very clean as well.

The shower gave each of them time to touch the other, learning about their bodies and helping to get the other person aroused. Frank’s cock stuck out from his body, its healthy size and weight impressed Jewel and while she was washing it, giving him a hand job disguised as a wash, she told him that his dick was ‘impressive and well put together.’

“Thank you. And may I say that your breasts are very impressive. Implants?”

“No. I asked the WE to leave the size they were before. I’ve always felt that large breasts made me look so much more feminine than small ones. They agreed and here they are.” she said, holding her breasts in her hands as an offering to his gaze.

Frank pulled her close while the water cascaded over them and rubbed his face between her breasts then sucked a nipple into his mouth. She rubbed his head, held his head in place as he took pleasure from her mounds. He moved back and forth between them, hoping that she was enjoying this as much as he was.

“Oh baby, just like that.” she said, her pleasure evident in her voice.

Frank sucked, nipped and rubbed her breasts as her breathing increased, giving him the confirmation that he was doing something correct for her pleasure.

She had to push him away, “Hang on. Not in the shower. But thank you very much. You are very good at that.” she managed to say as the pleasure she felt from his ministrations of her breasts had brought her nearly to conclusion.

Frank agreed, turned the water off, and stepped out holding a towel open for her. She stepped into it and allowed him to dry her off with soft pats and caresses.

Jewel savored the attention, Frank was a rare man in her line of work and she allowed her guard to drop as he treated her so nicely.

Frank dried himself off, then followed Jewel to the bed. He pulled the covers back, creating an opening for her to slip into. She bent at the waist as she climbed on, offering him a clear view of her upturned backside and waiting pussy. One knee on the mattress, the other foot still on the floor, she opened herself to his gaze, and Frank was momentarily transfixed by the display she offered him.

She moved slowly, sensually, seductively, making sure Frank had a clear view of her best assets as she moved to lie on her back with her legs open to him. He moved onto the bed and instead of moving over her prone body, he moved to her waiting vulva and gave her body a lick, sticking his tongue deeply into her labia and getting a good taste of her body.

She gasped at his contact, reaching for his head, holding it against her body as he feasted upon her. He licked, sucked at her vulva, he moved to her clit and sucked it between his lips applying suction to it causing her to gasp and cry out in pleasure. The sensation brought her to conclusion in a loud cry. Her legs closing around his head and shoulders suddenly since she had not expected to be eaten out by a John with such skill.

Once her orgasm finished, she let her arms and legs fall away from him, releasing him to move above her body. He did just that, moving up her body, kissing as much of her body as he could as he prowled above her. He spent time kissing and sucking on her breasts once again, enjoying the feeling of her breasts under his hands and in his mouth as he sucked at her nipples.

Jewel held his head against her breasts, running her fingers through his hair as he feasted.

Frank moved up her neck to her jaw, kissing her as he moved, until his erection touched her vulva. With the slightest adjustment of their bodies, he slipped into her body with a happy sigh.

“Oh gawd. It has been so long.” He said quietly as he savored the feeling of her body as it held him.

Jewel caressed him, holding him with her arms and legs. “Then use me. Enjoy my body.”

Frank moved slowly, savoring the rhythm, not wanting to rush or lose the feeling of being with a woman again. It had been a long time. He had always drawn a hard line when it came to his dancers—sleeping with them went against his personal code. And with so much of his life consumed by building the business, he had never made time to date.

Now, in this quiet, vulnerable moment, he finally allowed himself to enjoy something purely for himself. He didn’t want it to be fast. He didn’t want it to be over. It had simply been too long.

Jewel held him close, her hands roaming gently, her voice soft with praise. She told him how good it felt, encouraging him with every touch, every whispered word, inviting him to let go and enjoy the moment.

The WE had opened their connection between them so that each other’s pleasure was shared with the other helping to bring their passions to a mutual conclusion that both shared at their conclusion.

“OH GAWD!” Jewel cried as her orgasm crashed through her mind. “FUCK!” Frank said, as his body flexed deep inside of his pelvis marking his orgasm had arrived at the same time as Jewel’s.

Both rested against each other, both trying to catch their breath as they recovered from their shared orgasm.

Frank moved first, withdrawing his cock from her messy pussy, and moved to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. He wetted it and returned to Jewel who was still lying on the bed with her legs and arms lying loosely on the bed.

He used the warm towel on her vulva wiping away the mess he had made inside of her body. She smiled at him, even rolling onto her stomach so that he could wipe away his semen that had run down to her anus. He wiped it away then went back to the bathroom to rinse the towel out before using it to wash himself.

He moved back onto the bed pulling Jewel close for a post sex cuddle. He kissed her shoulder while his hand reached around her torso to cup her breast.

Jewel just rested in his arms.

“Frank honey.” she said in a gentle whisper.

“Huh?” he managed to grunt as the moment relaxed him.

“If I stay much longer I may fall asleep and that would cost you more money. Can you afford that?”

“Here.” he said to her and through the WE, transferred two thousand dollars to her. She hadn’t expected it, but was glad to be paid so easily without discussion or negotiations.

She relaxed in his arms and they rested together until the cool air in the room made them get under the covers to seek warmth of their shared bed.

Frank woke in the middle of the night and didn’t immediately roll over. The memories of the evening returned to him in a warm, lingering way. As his body began to stir with renewed desire, he reached out, searching the sheets beside him. His hand brushed against an elbow.

He smiled—she was still there.

His fingers traveled up the arm, slow and deliberate, until they found her bare back. Jewel had fallen asleep on her stomach, arms tucked under her pillow. Frank shifted closer, letting his touch remain soft and reverent as he traced the lines of her back. Her skin was smooth, her muscles relaxed beneath his hand.

Jewel stirred at his touch, quietly awake now, but said nothing. She was curious, not alarmed—his touch, especially in the quiet of night, felt safe. She stayed still, letting him explore.

As his hand drifted lower, toward the curve of her upturned bottom, she became acutely aware of his path. Without a word, she adjusted her position, spreading her legs just enough to give him silent permission. If he was going to explore, she would make it easier—for him to discover all of her.

Frank palmed her bottom, feeling the soft strength of her butt, before moving his hand between her legs and found her warm and welcoming. He moved his fingers through her tender place, helping her to become aroused and more open for him. He also explored the rest of her down there, brushing against her anus but not doing any more than just making contact with it. He went back to her opening and continued to explore and entice.

Jewel turned her head toward him, and whispered “I don’t do butt stuff.” Giving him permission but also setting a limit to their time together.

“That’s fine, I don’t want that, I was looking for vag-stuff.” he said, also whispering to her trying not to ruin the moment too much by talking loudly.

Frank took one of the other pillows on the bed and moved to shove it under her hips, helping them to tilt just right, which made his entry back into her body easier for both of them.

Jewel relaxed as Frank moved over her body, slotted his erection at her entrance and slowly pushed himself inside her body once again. He held himself above her body as he moved in and out of her while kissing her where he could reach her head, her shoulder, her cheek when she twisted around. Anything he could reach received affection from him.

Their love making wasn’t intense and physical, it was slow, gentle, full of tender touches and soft words of appreciation and encouragement. Frank continued to move at a steady pace, not rushing things this morning, but took his time sliding himself in and out of her body.

Jewel started breathing hard seemingly as soon as he pushed into her. The WE was making sure that both of them enjoyed this session to its utmost by sending them passionate feelings and heightening the sensations of their joining.

Frank was quickly approaching his orgasm, but not wanting to stop, he pulled out and gently flipped Jewel over onto her back. He moved back between her legs and pushed inside her body.

“Oh baby, just use me.” Jewel said lost to the passion of their joining.

Frank leaned down and kissed her, moving his tongue against hers as he pistoned in and out of her body.

Frank grunted, breathing hard from exertion, until he finally let himself ejaculate.

Jewel held him, kissed him as she felt him pulse deep within her, his semen splashing against her cervix. The feeling spoke to her in a deep and secret way that only a woman can hear. A voice that told her she was doing exactly what she was designed to do, receive his seed into her body and bring forth life. Her rational mind then spoke up and reminded her that the WE was protecting her from that and he was just a customer, not a lover or husband.

Not a husband.

Once Frank moved off of her and moved to lie next to her, she rolled over to face him trying to get any deep seated regrets out of her head. This was a simple transaction just all the rest so there was no reason to feel like this. He was just another John like all the others, nothing special about him. She was just doing her job, she told herself. She did the only thing that she could think of at this point in the day to distract herself, she talked to him.