Club Velvet 3
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 20
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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
Veronica sat on the exam table, her gown open in the front, nervous fingers clutching the edge of the thin paper draped over her legs. Frank was seated beside her, one strong hand holding hers. Jane and Lisa sat nearby, standing around watching the doctor and the ultrasound machine screen watching closely, supportive but equally anxious. This was the moment they’d all been waiting for—confirmation that the pregnancy was progressing normally.
The OB smiled warmly as she wheeled over the small machine and dimmed the lights.
“Okay, Veronica. We’re going to do a transvaginal ultrasound today since it’s still early. This will give us the clearest picture.”
Veronica nodded and lay back, her other hand now on her belly.
The gel was cold, the wand even colder, but she didn’t flinch. She had her pack. Her family. Her purpose.
Within moments, the monitor lit up with grainy, magical life.
“There it is,” the doctor said. “A nice strong heartbeat.”
A collective breath of relief filled the room.
Then the doctor tilted the wand ever so slightly.
“ ... and there’s another one.”
Veronica sat up slightly. “Wait—what?”
The doctor smiled. “You’re having twins.”
“What?” the pack said in unison.
She moved the ultrasound wand slightly, clicking images and pointing to the screen. “See here? Baby number one ... and here’s baby number two. Congratulations, Veronica. I bet you’re thrilled.”
“Twins? How is that possible?” Veronica asked as the doctor gently removed the probe and discarded the protective cover.
“It’s actually quite common in families with a history of twins. Do you have many twins in your family?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted quietly, taking the wipe the doctor handed her. “I’m not really close to any of my family.”
She does, the WE replied. According to her DNA, there are many sets of twins in her extended lineage, even if she isn’t aware of them.
“Where are they?” Veronica asked, her voice uncertain. The thought of reaching out felt distant ... maybe even a little frightening.
They are scattered, not clustered in one place. Would you like to contact any of them? A cousin or aunt, perhaps?
Veronica glanced at her pack as they moved to her side. She shook her head softly. “No thanks. Not yet.”
The WE accepted her answer without pressure and quietly withdrew.
The drive home was hushed. Each of them lost in thought.
Veronica sat nestled between Lisa and Jane in the back seat while Frank drove. No one rushed to fill the silence. Instead, Lisa and Jane simply held her hands—offering quiet, steady comfort.
Once they arrived home, they all clustered together on the couch—Frank holding Veronica, with Jane and Lisa close beside them. Veronica clutched the ultrasound pictures in her hand, still stunned by the news of the twins and the unexpected revelation about her family genetics. The shock of it all had drained the energy from what should have been an exuberant morning.
The children broke the moment by bursting into the family room and scrambling onto the couch.
“Moms! Dad!” they shouted, piling into their parents’ open arms.
In an instant, the family was wrapped in a joyful tangle, cuddled close on the couch. Veronica felt the tightness in her chest begin to ease as little arms wrapped around her and cheerful voices filled the room. Their presence—pure love on two legs—pushed away the shock, the fear, the doubt.
She held them close, letting their joy become her own.
Sophia had gotten herself onto Frank’s lap right next to Veronica and was wiggling herself deeper into the pile. She finally stopped once she was firmly between Veronica and Frank. “So, what’s up?” she asked, now firmly and completely surrounded by her parents.
“Nothing, just found out about my pregnancy.” Veronica said.
“Cool. Are you having a boy baby or a girl baby like me?” Sophia asked.
“Too early to tell. And that is not all.” Veronica unrolled the pictures that the doctor had given them and held them out for Sophia to see. “Here is the picture of baby number one, and here is baby number two.”
The black and white blobs Sophia was looking at made her squint and scrunch up her eyebrows. “I don’t see a baby in these pictures. Are you sure that is a baby?” She said, taking the pictures and moving them around trying to understand what she was looking at.
“Yes, we are sure. The doctor took the pictures and the WE confirmed that there are two babies in my belly right now.”
Ezra spoke up, “TWO?”
Isabella spoke up, “How is that possible? Is there room in there for two?” She moved around to look at Veronica’s stomach, even touching it with her whole hand. “I don’t see how you could get two babies in there at the same time.”
“It’s possible.” Frank said, covering his daughter’s hand with his.
“Well good for you mom.” Ezra said, then went back to snuggling on Jane’s lap as the pack all relaxed together.
Of course it didn’t last long when someone’s stomach gurgled announcing that it was getting close to dinner time.
They all laughed, got up and started to fix dinner for the pack.
Frank stood at the front door in his warm jacket and boots, glancing up the stairs with growing impatience. The car was waiting, the kids were at school, and the plane wasn’t going to wait for them.
“Hun! We need to get going!” he called into the house. “The plane isn’t going to wait for us!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming—hold your horses,” Lisa called back, hurrying down the stairs with her purse in one hand, her puffy jacket zipped up, and boots snug on her feet.
Right behind her came Jane and Veronica. Jane moved with ease, but Veronica—now noticeably pregnant—descended more carefully, one hand on the railing for support.
“Here. I’m ready,” Lisa said as she stepped up beside Frank, breathless but excited.
“You’re not going without giving us kisses,” Jane said, grinning as she leaned in for hers.
“Me too,” Veronica added, moving slower but determined. “I need triple kisses.”
Frank laughed, kissing Jane firmly before turning to Veronica. He cupped her face, kissed her sweetly, then bent down to kiss both sides of her baby bump. “Now you two behave in there. Daddy will be back before you know it. I love you both.”
Veronica smiled, hands resting on her belly. “You better come back. I’m not raising these two without you.”
Lisa shared her own hugs and kisses with her wives and the baby bump before she and Frank dashed out the door to the waiting car. Their luggage was already packed, so they slipped easily into the backseat and buckled in.
The wind hit them hard when they stepped out at the departure gates—sharp and cold enough to steal their breath. Lisa yanked her hood up, grabbed her bag from the trunk, and followed Frank into the terminal. They stomped the snow off their boots like half the travelers around them, a wintry ritual at the airport entrance.
Check-in was smooth. With boarding passes in hand and one checked bag behind them, they made their way toward the gate and collapsed into two open chairs.
“Made it,” they said in unison, exhaling.
Their wait was brief. Boarding began almost immediately. A helpful stewardess took their coats as they settled into their first-class seats, arm in arm.
The flight was smooth, their luggage arrived right on time, and—best of all—Grant, Marisol, and baby Jessica were waiting for them at baggage claim.
Lisa rushed forward, not to Marisol, but to the stroller. “Aren’t you the cutest thing?!” she cooed, gently scooping Jessica out of her seat and showering the baby with kisses, hugs, and that special new-baby scent.
Grant gave Frank a firm handshake and pulled him in for a brief hug while the women laughed and embraced nearby.
Together, they stepped outside into the New York chill and climbed into the private van Grant had arranged. The ride through city traffic passed in a blur of easy conversation and catching up.
Once they arrived at Grant’s house and got settled, it didn’t take long for the business talk to begin.
“How many interviews do we have?” Frank asked.
“Close to a hundred.” Grant said.
Frank whistled.
“I know, right?” Grant agreed. “How many do you think are going to get past Lisa’s gut?”
“Most of them, probably all of them. I don’t know.”
“Well, you and I both know that we need the best people at the club. Best dancers, wait staff, cooks and just everything else.”
“It all starts tomorrow, so let’s relax while we can.”
The rest of the night was just for family.
The next morning, early, Lisa, Frank and Grant all arrived at the office, Grant’s office, before the rest of the staff arrived. As they were taking their coats off, the caterers arrived. They had arranged for bagels, coffee and other breakfast items to be delivered so that they could get to the interviews as soon as possible since so many people had applied to work at the club.
The first group of 10 people were waiting in the lobby at 8am sharp. Lisa walked in, looked around and let her senses do their thing. No one pinged her gut, so the interviews went along smoothly. All 10 were just right and all 10 were hired for weight staff. The next 10 arrived for their 9am interviews and when Lisa walked in, she felt her gut react negatively. She went around meeting each person, shaking their hand, and when she came to a woman, the feeling intensified.
“Hi, I’m Lisa Devon. Who are you?” she asked professionally.
“I’m Tracy Delmont. I’m here for the server position.” the woman said, standing to greet Lisa.
“Come this way for a minute, if you would.” Lisa said, trying to maintain her professional image, but inside she was crying out in pain.
“Sure.” Tracy said, moving with Lisa.
“Ok Tracy, who are you really? Why are you here?” Lisa said, Frank standing just a few feet away watching his wife work.
“I’m looking for a server job. Like I told you.”
“Well, if that is the case, you are excused. I won’t stoop to the WE for an answer, I’ll just say that you do not qualify for this job and say thank you for coming down.”
Tracy’s mouth fell open, shocked at being dismissed so quickly and for nothing she had done. “Why?”
“Because something about you is not right. I don’t know what it is, but we can’t have you working for us. So, thank you for coming down, but you are not right for our club.”
Tracy stomped her foot, turned and stomped off in a huff. She walked past the other people who were waiting for their interviews. All of them watched her go. Then one by one, they sat down with Lisa and Frank. The nine that were left were all hired.
Lisa’s gut tipped her off several more times throughout the day. One time, an entire room of people had set her gut off. She thanked them all but said that they were not right for the club. All 10 of them left not understanding why or how they were rejected without even talking.
Later in the day, when the dancers started to come in, Frank and Lisa worked together to find women who were right for the club. They had to be sophisticated, beautiful and able to interact with the cream of the crop in New York City without concern for who they were talking to.
They even worked through hiring some male talent, but fewer of them were hired. One man set Lisa’s gut off alarmingly badly. She entered the waiting room and clutched at her stomach as a pain hit her rather harshly. She looked around the room, trying to figure out which person it was. She introduced herself to everyone, but none were the guy. When she got to the last man sitting, waiting his turn to greet her, she groaned as the pain in her gut told her exactly who was the problem person.
“Thank you for coming down, but you are not who we are looking for.” She said, then asked the other men to wait and they would be called back one at a time.
“WAIT!” the rejected man shouted. “You haven’t even seen what I’m offering.” He said, reaching for his zipper and trying to reach inside.
Frank stepped into the doorway and held his hand out. “Stop. don’t embarrass yourself. You have been excused, thank you for coming down.”
The man straightened himself and after glaring at Frank, left the building.
“I am sorry about that gentlemen. I’m Frank Devon, the owner of the club you are applying toward, and Lisa is a manager for one of my other clubs. Please hang tight, we will be with each of you shortly.”
The other nine men were all hired as Pleasure Consultants not because of what they had in their pants, but because of what they had in their brains and hearts.
At the end of the day, they had many staff members hired on and ready to start day one. They kept at it for several more days until they felt they were done and had enough people to serve the club and ultimately the city.
Grant and Frank then faced the monumental task of recruiting members for the club after days of interviews.
They reserved Thursday and Friday exclusively for meetings. Beforehand, they had consulted the WE, asking who should be invited. The list they received was long—each person on it was considered successful, financially secure, and either unattached or entangled in complicated relationships. Most importantly, every one of them was searching for a place to unwind—somewhere they wouldn’t have to worry about titles, expectations, or who they were supposed to be.
Grant and Frank arrived at a Manhattan music studio to meet with Rome Holloway about joining Velvet Reserve.