Chapter 3

Mark and Jennifer McCall—Frank’s neighbors across the street and new to the area—finally agreed that this Friday would be the night they took Jane up on her offer to visit the club, no cover charge required. It had been two weeks since the offer had been made.

“Come on, you two!” Jennifer called from the bottom of the stairs. “If we want to beat the rush, we need to leave now!”

“Ugggh, Moooom!” Nathan groaned, dragging himself out of bed.

“Why?” Natalie echoed, flopping off her comforter with a dramatic sigh.

“Because our neighbor gave us free passes to his club,” Jennifer replied. “And your father and I want to check it out. So move it—time’s ticking!”

With matching teenaged groans and the unmistakable clomp clomp of reluctant footsteps, Nathan and Natalie made their descent, their expressions set in theatrical exasperation. Eye rolls and sighs hit the bottom step before their feet did.

Mark and Jennifer had opted for comfortable and casual. Mark wore linen slacks and a soft polo, a light jacket folded over his arm. Jennifer chose a simple dress and a shawl draped over her shoulders with casual elegance.

The teens wore sweats and T-shirts—minimal effort, maximum protest.

“We’re here,” Natalie muttered as they both stood at the foot of the stairs.

“What’s the big deal?”

“We, as a family, are going out tonight,” Mark said evenly, taking control.

“Where?” “A movie?” “Sounds boring.” “Do we have to go?” came the chorus of teen complaints, overlapping in practiced rebellion.

Jennifer raised a finger and circled it in the air. “Nope. We’re going to a club downtown—one that our neighbor owns. He’s giving us free entry. Your dad’s coworkers say it’s amazing, and I want to see it for myself. We thought it’d be fun for all of us.”

“Fine.” “Whatever.” The twins muttered in unison as they shuffled toward the car.

The drive to the club was uneventful—until they arrived at the packed parking lot. Friday night was in full swing, and the McCalls had to squeeze into a spot near the back. As they stepped out, a ripple of anticipation ran through the family. Excitement tinged with nerves—the thrill of stepping into the unknown.

The teens were instantly on their phones, thumbs flying. “We’re going to a strip club,” Natalie whispered into her messages. “No joke. My parents are dragging us.” The disbelief of their friends only made it sweeter.

As they joined the line, a muscular man in a sleeveless Club Velvet T-shirt approached, clipboard in hand. He bypassed a dozen guests to reach them directly.

“Names?” he asked, friendly but professional.

“Mark McCall. This is my wife Jennifer, and our kids—Natalie and Nathan.”

The man gave a theatrical scan of the clipboard—though the WE had already confirmed everything.

“McCall ... yep, here you are. Right this way.” He turned, leading them past the line to the entrance.

The McCalls exchanged wide-eyed looks as they stepped inside.

And just like that, the club welcomed them. The lighting was low and elegant, the music a seductive pulse beneath the buzz of conversation. The air smelled faintly of spices and citrus, and a hostess in a sleek and sexy outfit met them with a warm smile.

“Welcome to Club Velvet,” she said. “We’ve been expecting you.”

“You were?” Mark said, shock evident in his voice and demeanor.

“Oh yes. We heard that you were on your way.” She said, then smiled tapping the side of her head. “The WE, you know. I’ve got a table for the four of you down near a stage. So, please follow me.” She said, then spun around letting her hair fly as she led them deeper into the unknown.

Nathan and Natalie were wide eyed, watching the dancers on the stage move to the music. They were used to Rule 8—nudity at school, in the park, even at home wasn’t unusual. But this was different. The lights, the music, the way the dancers moved—it wasn’t about skin, it was about presence. These women weren’t just exposed; they owned the space, every motion deliberate, every glance pulling attention. The room had a pulse, like something alive and rhythmic thrumming beneath the surface. The air itself felt electric, not dangerous, but charged with something new—something that stirred a feeling deep in their chests they didn’t yet have words for.

“Here you are. I’ll send your waitress right over to get you something to drink.” She said, then turned to leave.

On the stage nearby, the auburn haired dancer was on her last song, her body now nude, moved in ways that showed off her body in ways that made Mark pay attention to her. Jennifer was amazed by the dancer’s movements, the way she showed off her body showing no shame in it, being perfectly open about everything that made her a woman. Jennifer had never thought about being like this. She had been told to keep her knees together, don’t show off your panties, a lady doesn’t sit with her legs open ... The rules and suggestions that her parents and extended family had said to her rang out in her mind as she watched the dancer move from the floor of the stage to the pole back to the stage, always moving so that someone around the stage got a good view of her perfect body.

Jennifer looked down at her own body. Yes, she was slim and healthy and Mark had never said anything about how she looked, but that little bit of self doubt reared its ugly head suddenly while Jennifer sat watching the dancer leave the stage collecting the money that had been tipped to her while she danced.

Jennifer cupped her own breasts, feeling their size and subconsciously comparing them to the other dancers in the room. Mark sat transfixed by the sites around him. He was oblivious to his wife’s thoughts, he was too engrossed in what was going on around him. The kids were the same way. Their mouths hang open for different reasons. She suspected Nathan because seeing a professional dancer on stage was so new to him. Natalie because of their dancing and their complete lack of shyness in their movements.

“What can I get you all to eat or drink?” A waitress asked Jennifer, bringing her back to the present.

She turned to the waitress who was dressed in a brief bra, its thin material allowing the shadow of her nipples to be seen. She had an apron around her waist and a simple pair of black panties on and nothing else.

Jennifer nudged Mark, and he quickly asked for a Coke which both kids mirrored and she asked for a Mocha, an extra shot of espresso. She would have loved to have something harder, but the WE said it was unnecessary, so espresso was it.

Jennifer watched their waitress leave, her panties sitting snugly between her cheeks, showing off her strong bottom as she walked back to the bar to their drink orders. Jennifer wasn’t shocked by the sight, having seen many women in the world back home wearing even less at the store or simply walking the streets with their kids and dog.

But here, this felt different and made her both uncomfortable as well as aroused, and she couldn’t explain why.

Am I being turned on by these women? She asked her WE.

Sort of. Your body is releasing a lot of dopamine and adrenaline at the moment. Which may explain your feelings. For now, sit back and relax and enjoy the show. Her WE said to her. She took a deep breath, put a hand on Mark’s arm, drawing his attention away from the dancer on the stage, and used that touch to focus on the moment and stop worrying about what she had been taught when growing up.

Nathan was practically drooling as the dancers moved. His world had moved from his friends and his computer, to this moment of discovery. Seeing someone without clothing was normal for him. His sister, his mom, the girls at school, even his teachers when they followed Rule 8, but this. This was something else entirely. The way they moved, giving everyone around the stage a view of their bodies while never neglecting anyone else, Nathan was transfixed by it all. His hand moved to his lap instinctively where he found himself completely erect. He expected it as soon as he walked in, but here, now, in front of his mother and sister ... This was something else and he was a little bit panicked about touching himself here now.