Chapter 7

Frank had to call for a replacement vehicle—the town car wasn’t big enough once he and Lisa had picked up all four women.

That evening, Frank sat down to dinner with all five of them. Heads turned as they entered the restaurant—staff and guests alike doing a double take. A man in a crisp suit, flanked by five confident, radiant women who carried themselves with a new kind of pride.

These weren’t escorts. These were women who had been saved, transformed, and now walked like they belonged—to something real. To something greater.

To a family.

Frank pulled out each of their chairs before taking his seat. They were buzzing with questions, and Frank was more than ready to answer them.

“The club is going to be upscale,” he began. “Bright, modern, and home to the best dancers in town. I run three clubs already, and they’re so busy I can barely keep up.”

“What’s the name of the club?” Tiana asked. “Maybe I’ve heard of it.”

“Club Velvet,” Frank said with a small smile. “I also run a series of talent competitions—”

“Kitten Contest?!” Brianna nearly shouted. “I knew it! Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m working for you!”

She jumped up, bounced around the table, and threw her arms around his neck. She planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”

Frank smiled, clearly touched. “You’re welcome,” he said gently, then looked across the table at Lisa. He reached for her hand and gave it a firm, grateful squeeze. “But don’t forget—it’s Lisa who brought you here. Without her, I never would’ve found any of you.”

He turned back to the others. “Yes, I run the Kitten Contests to scout new talent. My clubs are in Metro City and East St. Louis. Chicago will be the third city. I run clean clubs—safe, profitable, and respectful. My goal is simple: make the experience so good that guests tip well, eat well, and want to come back.”

“The club will have a private dance area,” he continued, “where you decide what you offer. Many dancers choose to have sex with clients for higher tips—that’s entirely up to them. No pressure. No expectation. It’s your body, your choice.”

He let that hang for a beat before continuing.

“We’ll also have several VIP lounges. That’s where the real money comes in—high rollers paying tens of thousands for private time. They’ll get food, drinks, and whatever entertainment you choose to give. What happens in the VIP lounge is your decision. If a VIP crosses the line, you say the word—I’ll back you up completely.”

He looked around the table, locking eyes with each of them.

“No means no. For me, and for the WE.”

The women were quiet, fully locked in.

“You’ll also get a full week off during your cycle. That’s always been the rule in my clubs, and it won’t change here.”

Brianna raised her hand like a student. “How do you make your money then? Are we paying to work?”

Frank grinned. “Nope. I collect cover at the door. I make money from food, drinks, and VIP rentals. I only ask for ten percent of private dance earnings—just ten. You keep your tips. You’ll be independent contractors—1099s, legally filed. Everything above board.”

You could feel the tension ease at the table. Shoulders dropped. Breaths came easier. Then, quietly, Marisol leaned toward him. “How often do we have to blow you? Or fuck you ... to keep our jobs?”

Frank blinked, surprised—but he didn’t flinch. He turned to her and answered softly.

“Never.”

She tilted her head. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, steady. “I’ve been doing this a long time, and I’ve never taken advantage of a dancer. You are not here to serve me. You’re here to shine. I’m not the kind of man who sees women as property. You’re not mine to control. It wouldn’t be right.”

For a moment, there was only silence—until Marisol reached over and kissed his cheek again. “Thank you,” she whispered.

After dinner, an unspoken tension lingered in the air—one Frank and Lisa both noticed. The four new women, despite their laughter and lightness, were waiting for the other shoe to drop. No one’s that good, they were likely thinking. No one’s that kind.

But one by one, Frank and Lisa dropped them off at their apartments, offering hugs and quiet reassurances—until only Tiana remained in the car.

As she reached for the door handle, she paused, glancing back at the couple seated together. They were holding hands, shoulders touching, a quiet unity radiating between them.

“Can I ask a favor, Frank?” she said softly.

“Of course, Tiana. What can I do for you?”

“Can I stay with you tonight? You and Lisa ... who seems awfully attached to you,” she added with a playful smile.

Frank laughed and looked to Lisa, who just smiled back.

“I think the king-sized bed will be plenty big enough,” he said. “You’re welcome to join us.”

Tiana clapped her hands quietly, grinning, and Frank gave the driver new instructions to return them to the hotel.

As they walked down the hall to his room, Lisa on one arm and Tiana on the other, Frank felt the exhaustion of the day begin to catch up with him. Once inside, the women disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Frank moved to the bed, shrugged off his coat, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top of his shirt.

Then he sank into the armchair in the corner, rubbing the bridge of his nose as the day finally hit him. The emotional toll of rescuing four women—of feeling the weight of their trust—ran deeper than he expected.

He closed his eyes and used the WE link to check in with his other clubs. All was well. Danika asked for an update, and he gave her a quick summary, making sure she knew about Lisa, who was rapidly becoming a permanent fixture in his life.

He barely registered the sound of the shower. It blended into the background as he let his mind drift.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he felt was a pair of soft hands gently touching his face and arms. He opened his eyes to see Lisa standing before him, her expression tender. Tiana stood beside her, both women wrapped in towels, their smiles soft, warm.

Frank smiled up at them, already feeling their care through the WE link. He hadn’t even noticed when Tiana connected to him—but now her emotions were flowing freely. The connection was different from Lisa’s, but sincere.

“Hi,” he managed to say.

Lisa leaned in. “Too tired for a little entertainment?”

He chuckled. “Depends. Do I have to move, or can I just sit back and enjoy the show?”

Lisa let out a gentle laugh and gave Tiana a playful nudge. “I told you he’d say that.”

“I know,” Tiana said, grinning. “But I had to see it for myself.”

Without a word, she dropped her towel and crawled into bed, settling back against the headboard with practiced ease. Her legs parted naturally, unashamed, unafraid.

“Go shower,” she said. “Then come back and let us help you unwind.”

Lisa followed suit, letting her towel fall to the floor. She climbed into bed beside Tiana and mirrored her pose—legs parted, body on display, gaze soft.

Frank stood, gathered the towels, and headed into the bathroom without a word, smiling to himself.

After showering, he returned to a room bathed in a soft glow from the TV. A streaming fireplace crackled on the screen, casting a flickering light across the bed. He had dried off, turned off the lights, and climbed into bed, where the women gently guided him onto his stomach between them.

Together, Lisa and Tiana began to massage him—starting at his feet, slowly working their way up, finding knots and tension, easing him with every touch. Their hands worked in perfect harmony, ending at his shoulders where they kneaded the tightness of the day away.

Eventually, they each settled against him—one on either side, bodies warm against his skin. Someone reached over and turned off the TV.

Under the sheet and light blanket, the three of them drifted into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, Frank woke up first and felt the weight of someone sleeping against him. On both sides of his body in fact. A first for him. Who is where? He asked his WE. He thought he could touch Lisa without asking ahead of time, but he didn’t want to risk that with Tiana.

Lisa is on your left as you are currently positioned and Tiana is on your right. If you roll over, of course their position changes, but you understand. His WE answered him, seemingly to tease him slightly.