Club Velvet 3
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 18
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
The next morning, the Devon pack showered, ate breakfast with Grant and Marisol, kissed everyone goodbye and left for the airport. The girls, Lisa and Veronica, were hardest hit by leaving, but they understood and promised to be back more often.
The flight from New York City to Chicago was a comfortable three hours of chatting and relaxing. Though they were wearing the same clothes they flew out in, it wasn’t a big deal since everyone was clean and hadn’t gotten really dirty while in NYC.
Back home, dinner was made, dishes washed, sheets changed, ... the routine of life continued on for the pack.
Monday started out normally—until Veronica stopped Frank in the bathroom.
“We forgot to apply for a baby for me,” she said, placing her hand on his chest and pressing her body close to his.
Frank’s mouth fell open.
He quickly spit out his toothpaste, rinsed, wiped his mouth—and then pulled Veronica into his arms.
“You’re exactly right,” he said, holding her tight. “I’m so sorry I forgot. Forgive me—for being so distracted by the construction, the travel, everything.”
“You’re forgiven,” she whispered, smiling faintly. “But I’m starting to feel it, Frank. The need to breed. Seeing Marisol and baby Jessica ... it touched something deep inside me. I want this, Frank. I really do.”
Frank spoke aloud, his arms still wrapped around her. “WE, how do we apply for a baby for Veronica?”
The application has already been reviewed and approved, the WE replied calmly. *Your WE began processing it after Veronica first mentioned her hopes. After her next menstrual cycle, she will become fertile.
Veronica gasped.
Then her face bloomed into a radiant smile as her eyes filled with tears.
“I’m going to be a mommy,” she said softly, her voice trembling.
She buried her face against Frank’s chest, crying tears of pure happiness—the impossible dream finally coming true.
Lisa and Jane came rushing upstairs moments later, already crying.
The four of them stood together in the bathroom—laughing, weeping, hugging—celebrating the promise of new life, of family, of love deepening in ways they had only imagined before.
Later that morning, the help wanted ad hit the WEnet.
They would need to fill Veronica’s spot at the club—because once her fertility was restored, she would no longer dance.
Her attention, her focus, her whole being would be devoted to Frank—and to the new life they would create together.
Lisa sat at her desk, sorting through the applications that had flooded in after the help wanted ad went live.
The sheer number of applicants surprised her; the pile of paper applications was so large she had to spread them across her desk just to keep track.
She made three piles: One for experienced women who could step onto the stage and dance from day one.
Another for women who had danced in the past but had been out of the business for a long while. They would be given a chance, but only after a try-out dance.
And a final pile for women who had never danced but wanted to—those who would need serious training before even being considered.
That last group wasn’t a priority.
Lisa drafted gentle rejection emails for them, thanking them for applying but encouraging them to take dance and performance classes before reapplying. She didn’t want to discourage their spirit—but the club needed polished talent now.
There was another concern hidden among the applications: women under 18.
Technically, they were legally allowed to work in the club under WE law, but Lisa couldn’t bring herself to hire girls that young for this kind of work. Her maternal instincts kicked in hard, and she gently rejected them, too—always with kind words and encouragement to come back when they were a little older.
While combing through the second pile, a name caught her attention: Marian Stackhouse.
Marian was a burlesque dancer back in the day, long before dancing was considered respectable, back when taking your clothes off was seen as disrespectful and shameful, even taboo.
Now widowed for many years—her husband passing long before the WE’s rise—Marian was looking for something new. She had been working as a secretary since the WE came alive but the memories of dancing kept coming back to her so when she saw the WE’s ad, and despite her age, she was applying ... not out of desperation, but out of excitement.
Marian walked into the club days later and was greeted by Gut who smiled and welcomed her genuinely. “I’ll message Lisa right away. She will meet you inside.” He said, then opened the door for her letting her enter the club.
The house lights were on, not the stage lights, so she was able to look around and get a good look at the environment. The stages were much like they were back in the day, the DJ booth was off in a corner, the bar was along the wall, people were getting things set up and everyone that passed by her smiled and greeted her warmly, making her feel safe and welcomed. As she toured the room, Lisa arrived dressed in a sharp looking skirt and blouse. She moved with purpose across the room, a smile on her face and her hand outstretched.
“Marian, welcome!” Lisa said as she shook her hand. “I’m so glad to have you here. I saw your application and I just had to have you here. Welcome.” she bubbled excitedly.
“Well thank you for the chance to try out. It has been a few years, so I hope I still have it. I know I look better now than I did a long time ago. Much healthier and better looking.” Marian said, throwing her shoulders back and showing off her bust line.
“Well good. Let me show you backstage, if you want, you can get changed and I’ll have the DJ start some music for you to dance to, how does that sound?”
“Good. Thank you.” Marian said, then the two women walked back where the other dancers were all chatting happily while getting changed or just hanging out.
“Ladies. I want to introduce you to...” Lisa paused, turned to Marian, “I forgot to get your stage name, everyone goes by it when at work. No real names, it is sort of a tradition.”
“No worries. Call me Bubbles. I danced under the name Busty Bubbles back in the day, but Bubbles should be fine.” Marian said to the assembled group of ladies.
They all greeted her, hugging, shaking her hand, before letting her set her bag down and get dressed.
“I’ll leave you here, let us know when you are ready and I’ll have the DJ start something for you.”
Marian/Bubbles smiled and then started to undress. Under her coat, she was wearing a simple dress shirt and slacks. No one paid any attention to her as they were still chatting and getting ready, but when Bubbles took her shirt off. One of the ladies gasped.
“Busty Bubbles! No kidding!”
Marian/Bubbles had very large breasts, D or E cup and they stood out from her chest large and heavy.
The dancer moved toward Bubbles with her hands out, “Can I hold them? You rarely see big boobs anymore.”
“Um, sure.” Bubbles said, and her breasts were gently held by the dancer, whose name she hadn’t caught yet.
“Wow, they are so firm, so ... just wow.” The dancer said, holding them with quiet awe.
Bubbles reached up and took the dancer’s hands from her breasts, “Thank you, no one has touched me like that in ages. But Lisa is waiting for me out there, so I need to get dressed.” She said, gently holding the dancer’s hands as they stepped apart.
“Sorry. Sure, do you need any help getting dressed?”
“No. I’ve got this.”
Bubbles took the rest of her clothes off then took her sparkly outfit out of her duffle. It was old, one of her original dresses that she used to dance in eons ago. She pulled out a pair of nipple covers and then the nipple tape and affixed them to her nipples just as she had done years ago. She then pulled out a triangle of cloth, taped the edges and covered her pubic mound from front to back, then stepped into a pair of full coverage panties. She then started to put on the bustier that zipped up the front while lacing up the back. Then she opened a plastic bag and pulled out a very old, delicate and beautiful feather boa. She fluffed the feathers and draped it around her shoulders, bringing to mind many memories of her years on stage and how exciting it was back then to perform.
She turned around after getting dressed and stood as the other dancers stood looking at her.
“Why the nipple covers and the pussy cover?”
“Ya, you’re covering your best bits.”
Two of the other dancers asked as she caught their eye.
“This is the way we did things back then. I guess I’ll have to work with you all about how to do things today.”
They all agreed, laughing as she sent a message to Lisa that she was dressed and ready to go. The WE were so helpful for this, Thank you. she said to them.
The WE said they were happy to help and sent her some love making her feel all warm inside.
The music started and she strutted onto the stage, her head held high, her shoulders back and her arms outstretched with the boa running along her arms and shoulders. She moved around the stage, using the boa to tease and entice. She took her gloves off, tossing them aside then shook her bottom to the crowd before she started to unzip her bustier giving Lisa a show of taking it off. Once it was unzipped, her nipple covers sparkled in the lights as she shook her boobs for everyone. They shook and swung freely as she moved her shoulders.
She then started working on her panties as he moved, being as sexy as she could remember until the panties were lying on the stage floor revealing her with her mound covered in a sparkly covering that hid everything from view. As the song ended, she bowed and left backstage, gathering her discarded clothing.
Backstage, the other dancers all congratulated her for her performance. While she was dressing, Lisa came in with a smile on her face. “Well that was certainly old school burlesque. Nicely done.”
“Thank you. I haven’t done that in years, funny how it all comes back to me like that.”
“Muscle memory.” Lisa said, then moved to stand with Bubbles as she dressed. “I want you to join us. It is strictly a 1099 arrangement, but if you can strip with the class that you’ve shown just now, in a modern environment and do that show for special occasions, you’ll make some real money Bubbles.”
“Thank Lisa. I accept.” she said, then squealed happily bouncing on her toes as the other dancers standing around also cheered for her.
Lisa waved to the others and left them.
“So, what do you suppose the guys will do if I show up out there with this between my legs?” Bubbles said, motioning to her hair between her legs.
The other girls looked at the full bush and made several comments, but the one that made sense was to leave it, but trim it a little on the side, neaten it up a bit, but leave it.
“So are you ok with private dance?” another dancer asked.
“Um, not really?” Bubbles admitted.
“Well, here is the deal in this modern world. The guys get to pay us to dance for them privately in the booths back in the corner. We all go full nude for their entertainment. But, some of us are willing to have sex with them for much more than regular dances. I know that I ask for about 250 for a dance and sex.”
Bubbles mouth fell open. “$250 dollars to have sex? And guys pay this?”
“Oh yes they do. I’ll make over a thousand dollars in one night on a weekend just by doing private dances.”
Bubbles had to sit down. “I haven’t had a man between my legs in years. I wonder if I even remember how that feels to have a man inside of me.”
The other girls all gathered around her, “Your body will remember,” was said by more than one of the other girls.
Lisa entered the changing room and moved to Bubbles. “Well, you did really well out there. I don’t think you have lost a step in all of these years. I’ll take you, if you want to work.”
Bubbles got up quickly and hugged Lisa, saying “Thank you, thank you, this is so exciting.”
“Well good, I’m glad to see that you are excited. Now, get dressed, come back upstairs to my office so that we can get the paperwork signed and then you are free to go.”
Bubbles thanked her once again then cheered with the other girls backstage before she got dressed and went back upstairs. “Lisa, I’m back.” She said, knocking on the doorframe.
Lisa just smiled and came around the desk. They sat at her small guest table and signed all of the necessary paperwork and before Bubbles left, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, go right ahead.”
“Why all the sex? One of the girls downstairs said she made over a thousand dollars in a night from private dances. I know I’m old, but that seems like a wear and tear on some very sensitive body parts.” She said, then paused for a moment. “I know my husband and I were considered really physical back when we were first married, but we still only made love once or twice a week. How are our bodies going to handle sex so often?” she asked, nervous about the answer and yet honestly curious about it.
Lisa had to sit back and think. “Bubbles honey, if you don’t want to do that sort of dancing, then don’t. I’m not going to pressure you and neither is the big guy in that office over there either. That is something that is very personal for each woman in this club. If they want to, we have safe and clean places for it to happen where they can make money to live off of. If you don’t want to do that, just perform on stage then just do that. All I care about is making sure that the people that come into this club have the best time possible. If the men want to come in here, see a beautiful woman perform on stage and leave some money behind to show their appreciation for that performance, great. If they want to have a private dance with their chosen dancer and pay for that privilege, great. If they want to do more than that, great. All I care about is making this club inviting, classy, with the best talent on stage that I can find.” Lisa said then put her hands on Bubbles to try and comfort the distraught woman. “If you are afraid of having sex after such a long drought, then the best way to get over that is to try it. One guy, one sensitive little session with someone, and see if your body remembers how to have sex.”
Bubbles had to stop for a minute and think. In that quiet moment, the WE spoke up to her and Lisa. Bubbles, please rest assured that your body will not wear out, it will not be damaged and you will not suffer for having multiple partners while working here. Your WE will protect your body from damage, soothing nerves and strengthening the muscles of your pelvic floor to ensure that you receive only the best feelings from following Rule 9. Following the rules will never damage you or your body parts.
“You sure? I remember when...” She paused, afraid to say her husband’s name. “When my husband and I would make love, I was sore the next day.”
That was in the past. That was your own body, unaided, trying to recover from the vigorous love making that you and your husband used to participate in. According to your memories, he was a bit rough on you. He should have been gentler and you should have said something.
“I know, but those were the old days. I didn’t know my own strength or power as a woman. I should have said something.” Bubbles heaved a huge sigh, as the weights of her past seemed to lighten, her mind coming to grips with what had happened. “I should have said something.”
“So, feeling better?” Lisa asked.
Bubbles looked up, after dabbing her eyes with the back of her hand. “I do.” She wiped away a few more tears and picked up her bag. “Just between us girls, do you know of any salons that deal with hair, down there?” she said, waving a hand toward her lap.
“Oh yes, there are several around here. Here, let me give their addresses.” Lisa said, then actually used a pen and paper to write them down for Bubbles. “Here you go. If you go to the top one, let them know you are working here, they give you a discount and are really good.”
Bubbles took the scrap of paper and then stood to hug Lisa once again, then left the club feeling so much better about many things. She felt better about her past, and had a future that included not just money, but also something else that she was missing for all of these years. Passion.
Marian walked into the salon and spoke to the lady at the counter.
“Excuse me, I was wondering if you have any open spaces for me?”
“Let’s see. What do you need?”
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