Club Velvet 3
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 11
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Book 3 of the Club Velvet story series. Frank Devon, his pack and the stories that come out of his strip club in the world of the WE and their 10 rules. See book 1 for background on the WE stories and the author who created them.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction
Five men were hired for the Chicago club. With Lisa and Veronica conducting the interviews, each was tested—Veronica in particular challenged their self-control and their ability to prioritize a woman’s needs over their own. All five proved themselves and were deemed worthy to serve the women of Chicago. They were, without question, the right choices.
Frank was sitting in his office, looking through reports from his managers, seeing numbers that were both encouraging and discouraging. All of his people were busy, each dancer was taking care of several men a night, the guys he hired were doing the same thing, but the WE was telling him that they needed more time off.
Frank focused on the club’s numbers by day. He found that Monday and Tuesday were the slowest and he sent a message out to his managers, What do you think about closing Monday and Tuesdays so that everyone can rest more? Also, please take everyone out for pampering and a shopping trip. Ensure everyone is treated to pampering. Everyone deserves it.
With that done, he sat back and thought about the club. Was he doing enough for his people? Giving them Monday and Tuesday off sounded like a good idea.
His phone rang bringing him out of his thoughts and back to the present.
“Hello, this is Frank.”
“Hey Frank, it’s Grant. How are you?”
“I’m doing really good. I brought on some more guys in Metro City and down in East St Louis, and if you want, I can forward them to you if you want?”
“No. No, you’ve done well for me and for the company. Do what you think is necessary to keep the brand working smoothly. That’s not why I was calling. I was wondering if a club closer to me was a good idea or not?”
This caught Frank off guard, he had to pause a moment before answering.
“Grant, I don’t know. The idea sounds fine initially, but I don’t know what the market is like out there. Would a club like ours work there? Where in the heck would we put it? The dancers, kitchen staff, bartenders, just everything. What would set it apart from everything else that New York has to offer? Metro City was fine, that is where I started and I filled a need there. East St Louis, again, there was a club there we just rescued it. Chicago, same thing, there was a need here and we filled that.” Frank said all in a rush.
“Frank, let me get my people working on this then we can get together and look it over.”
“Just out of curiosity, what brought this on?”
“Two things. One, several floors here in the building I’m in are vacant, some company went out of business and like five floors are empty. I’ve reached out to the owners and we could get them real cheap. Second, Marisol is pregnant.”
KABOOM!
“Grant!! That is great news! The girls will be so excited to hear that. How far along is she? When is she due? Oh my gosh, the girls will have to throw her a baby shower, I’m sure of it.” Frank gushed and soon enough, word spread to his pack and they all sent an overwhelming amount of love to the happy couple, so much that Grant had to take a breath while talking to Frank.
“Anyway, like I said, I’ll get my people to look around and see what is doable. I’ll let you know.”
“Excellent Grant. I look forward to seeing you pretty soon, take care.” Frank said, then ended the call with his partner.
Frank walked over to Lisa’s office and after knocking gently, he was called in. Lisa was behind her desk working on her laptop. “What’s up honey?”
“I need to borrow Veronica.”
“Ok, that is mysterious enough. Borrow her for what?”
Frank sat down and crossed his legs while watching his wonderful wife. “Grant has an idea to expand the business and I may need to run out to New York for a few days to meet with him. Maybe see some properties and whatnot.”
“Ok, I thought you were going to borrow her here at work for some recreational sex downstairs. What you are talking about is bigger than that. When are you leaving?”
“I don’t know yet, but I wanted to talk to the boss before I just stole her away. Running this place with one dancer down is not good for morale.”
“That’s true. Give me some notice before you leave but we’ll make due.”
She got up and came around the desk to sit on Frank’s lap. “Are you going to borrow her for sex anyway?”
“Maybe. But why would I do it here when we have a home and a bed to do it in.”
“Because it would be hot, fun for both of you, and maybe you could show everyone what a great lover you are.”
Frank just laughed, but had to admit that the idea did seem interesting.
“Go my husband, fuck our wife downstairs and then when we all get home, we can all make love together. For now, you have decisions to make and need to relax so instead of going home, stay here and relax.” Lisa said, then got up and bent over to kiss him.
Frank watched as she strutted back to her desk, rolling her hips with deliberate, sensual grace—pure Lisa. She slid into her chair like silk, every motion confident and unhurried.
She looked up, saw him watching her wide eyed, “GO!” She said, waving her hand toward him.
Frank stood up and obediently left her office, pausing only long enough to blow her a kiss before he went to his office and undressed. He had worn his good boxers, the ones that all of his wives said made his butt look the best. They were smooth as silk and tight in all the right places.
He carried his wallet and nothing else. He took the elevator down to the club floor and walked in, his head held high, his shoulders back. He paused only long enough to spot Veronica. She was sitting with a group of dancers all chatting and sipping little fruity drinks. As Frank walked up, they all fell silent, their eyes wide with surprise at seeing Frank dressed as he was.
“BeBe, are you busy? I was wondering if you had time to give me a private dance?” he said, using her stage name instead of her actual name.
What are you doing? She said through their link.
He didn’t answer, but stood there, watching her and trying to actually do what Lisa had suggested, but she was hesitant and not playing along.
He turned to one of the other dancers, and asked the same question of them.
That got Veronica/BeBe moving. “Wait, you asked me first. I’ll do it.” She said, setting her drink aside and moving out of the booth.
“But he asked me too?” the other dancer protested.
Veronica/BeBe spun on her, giving her a death stare to shut up.
Veronica/BeBe then turned back to Frank and with her best BeBe personality in place, slipped arm around him and said playing along now, “Come along big guy, let’s talk about what BeBe can do for you.”
Frank walked with her to the bar, and handed her his bank card. “I was wanting a private dance with sex if that is possible. I’ve been under some pressure at work recently and I need to burn off some steam and stress. Can you help me with that?”
“Oh baby, I can help you exactly with that. Though it is going to cost you. How does a thousand dollars grab you? BeBe is the best at taking stress away but I don’t work for free.” she said, her hand on his chest, a sultry look in her eyes and her voice nothing but sensual love.
“Sure, I can afford that.”
She went to the bar and thought to herself, ‘you can afford way more than that my husband.’ The bartender swiped the card and didn’t even bother looking at the name since Frank was standing there dressed like he’s never seen before so he knew something was up. He just wasn’t going to get in the middle of it. If he wanted to play like a customer to some private time with his wife at a club he owns, it was none of his business.
Veronica/BeBe handed the card back to Frank and then took his hand in his and walked him to an empty private booth toward the back.
She had him sit down after she removed his boxers and stood back as the songs changed. She then started her dance for him. Her movements were slow and sensual. She moved onto his lap, used her breasts to tease him and entice him as she then turned around and used her bottom on his lap, then leaning back to scratch his scalp as she gyrated on him. She unclipped her bra and made a slow teasing task of removing it. She moved around to give him a chance to suck on her nipples, while rubbing her panty clad body on his manhood.
He put his hands on her legs, running them up to her waist slowly running his hands up her body as she moved on his lap. She took his hands and pulled them to her breasts, encouraging him to cup them, caress them, love them as the music played on.
Veronica/BeBe moved off his lap and turned her back to him, she then slowly pulled her panties down as she bent forward, giving him a clear view of her body’s center, the place of their ultimate connection. The place where they join together for their mutual pleasure.
She stood back up, and slinked back to his lap and moved to take his hardness back into her body with a long slow descent.
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his head and shoulders, and kissed him as her hips moved on their own. He held her close, her breasts pressed against his chest, her hands ruffling his hair, their tongues duelling against each other, their love for each other reinforced as their private dance continued without interruption.
The word that the big boss was in the club with BeBe made its rounds quickly through the employees and many of them made a point of walking past them as they had their dance together. Though several of the dancers had to wipe away tears as they watched them, this wasn’t just a private dance, they were making love. The passion they were expressing to each other by just holding each other was felt by everyone sensitive enough to recognize it. BeBe was slowly moving her hips on his lap as they touched each other, kissed each other, and seemingly made love right in front of everyone.
More than one dancer wished that she were married to Frank while watching them together.
Frank was getting close to the end of his self control so instead of staying passive, he stood up and put Veronica/BeBe on her hands and knees in front of him and pushed himself back into her while holding on to her hips for leverage. He pounded into her body, his hips slapping against her bottom, resounding across the club with a loud ‘slap, slap, slap.’
Frank finally had enough then pushed himself fully into Veronica/BeBe’s body and let his stress out through the end of his manhood. His groan, his release was heard by many around them and a few even had to take a moment to breath after hearing him.
Veronica/BeBe fell forward onto the bench, curled up in a ball as the emotional release they had shared overcame her.
Frank moved over her, kissing her cheek, touching her as he would touch his wife while in bed. He was no longer a customer for BeBe to service, she was his wife and he was loving on her as he always does.
“My love.” He said gently.
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