Club Velvet 3
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 15
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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
October 31, Halloween in the suburbs of Chicago, cold, windy but always so much fun for the kids.
Jane and Veronica were home with the kids.
“Come on moms!! It’s getting dark out” Ezra called out, wearing all black, saying he was a ninja. The plastic swords across his back gave him the only authenticity in his costume.
His sisters were a mixed pair. Isabella was dressed as a Disney Princess. Her costume was big enough that she could have thermal underwear on without it showing too much. Her sister, Sofia, was not so inclined to dress as a princess. She went the spooky approach. Her long white lab coat was torn in places as with fake red blood splattered all over the lab coat. She had a light blue face covering that was also splattered with fake blood.
“Ok, ok. I’m ready.” Jane said, pulling her coat on. Veronica was right there also pulling a coat on as the kids grabbed their cloth bags with pumpkins painted on them and ran toward the door.
Their first stop was next door. “Trick or treat!” the kids shouted, holding out their bags for handfuls of candy. “Thank you!” They all cried running from the neighbors and then to the next house over.
Veronica and Jane walked hand in hand as the kids moved from house to house. “When did they grow up?” Veronica asked.
“I have no idea, but they are growing up quickly aren’t they?”
At the club the party was in full swing. Dancers in costumes performed on stage then moved to the floor of the club giving people a chance to have a private dance with Elsa, or Sleeping Beauty, or any of the other princesses that some had fantasized about.
While Jane and Veronica walked through the neighborhood, Veronica had to have an answer to her question. “Jane, was Frank serious about having me have a child for us? Would he really want that?”
Jane just squeezed her hand, “of course he would. You are part of us, have been since we married you. What’s wrong?”
“Nerves, I guess. I’ve never been married, never had a kid, I have no idea how to be a mom?”
“Yes you do. You’ve been a mom to those three right there. You know exactly how to be a mom.”
“Should I? I mean, we’ve got three kids already. Is that enough for us? How would we cope? I’d have to stop dancing for what, months, a year, after the baby is born. Can we make it financially?”
Jane just held her hand as she ran out of words for her worry. “Honey, my love, we will be fine. You haven’t paid much attention to the money, but I do. Even if you stop dancing, your wife and your husband bring in plenty of money. We will be fine.”
Veronica started to imagine a baby in her belly. The feelings of it kicking, of it growing within her, the love for that baby even before she gave birth to it. She rubbed her hand on her belly just imagining it. The chance to give birth to life bloomed within her heart and started to take root the more she thought about it.
“I need to talk to Frank.” She said finally.
“Yes you do. And to Lisa.” Jane said.
“I love you Jane. You are such a rock in this family.”
“I love you too V.”
When it got late that night, and the wind started to chill even the hardiest of the kids, they went back home and all gathered in the family room to see what was in the bags. Their piles were quite large. Chocolate, hard candies, licorice of several flavors, as well little toy trinkets were all piled up.
Veronica sat among the mess, picking out a couple of pieces of candy that she liked and when the kids protested her ‘stealing’ the candy, she just said, “mom tax.”
The kids huffed, but allowed her to have several other pieces before they put it all back into their bags and were shown to bed. They had school the next day so eating all the candy and getting sick was not allowed.
Little faces were washed, and then they were put to bed. Jane and Veronica retired to the family room until they couldn’t stay awake any more then fell into their own bed as they hugged each other finally falling asleep.
Lisa and Frank left the closing to their crew. It was well after midnight when they walked in the door and headed up to bed. Each had a quick shower and then fell into bed holding each other.
Honey, do you know that Veronica is thinking about having a baby with you? Lisa said silently to him as they held each other under the covers.
I do. But I need to understand what you all think before we apply for another baby.
I’m fine with it. You gave me two beautiful baby girls and Jane gave you the son she never had before. It would only be fair to Veronica to allow her to have a chance to have a baby for you. She is our wife after all.
You are correct. I do love her just as I love you and Jane.
*Then we need to tell her that you would be happy to have a baby with her, she needs to hear it from you.” Lisa said, while rubbing his chest.
Thank you honey, I’ll do it when we are all awake.
Good. I can’t wait to see what the baby looks like that you two make. I’m sure that it will be adorable. Lisa said, laughing then moving closer to him as they snuggled under the covers.
I love you, with everything I am. Frank said as he closed his eyes and started to relax to sleep.
I love you too, just like that.
The next day, Frank sat in his office reviewing plans for Velvet Reserve and scouting locations for the next Club Velvet.
His phone rang, interrupting his focus.
“Hey boss,” came the voice of the front desk. “Someone wants to reserve the VIP Lounge—but they insist on speaking with you personally.”
Frank raised an eyebrow. “Alright, send it through.”
A moment later, the call connected.
“Club Velvet, this is Frank.”
“Sir, hello,” the caller said, the man’s voice hesitating only slightly. “This is ... Barney Rubble.”
Frank smiled at the obvious alias but kept his tone professional. “Yes sir, how can I help you?”
“I’m a friend of—well, she went by Betty Boop when she came to see you. We talked recently, and she told me a bit about her experience at your club in Chicago—how cleansing it was.” He paused, then continued before Frank could reply.
“She mentioned someone named Logan, said he helped her in ways she didn’t know she needed. She didn’t go into detail, but Frank ... she’s like a new woman. I want that. For me. For my wife and I.”
“Would you like to book with Logan, then?”
“Oh—no, no,” the man laughed. “I don’t roll like that. I love my wife—and she loves me. I was hoping you might have a woman who could help ... both of us.”
Frank leaned back in his chair. “Absolutely. We have many wonderful women here. Any preferences?”