Club Velvet 3
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 5
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
When Frank and Lisa got home, the family greeted them with hugs and kisses and after getting the kids to bed, since it was near their bedtime, the rest of the pack stripped off their clothing and cuddled on the couch, touching their loved ones and reconnecting with one another.
The next morning, Frank got up first and started the coffee. Jane was up soon after and they had their moment together in the silence of the home. They had shared passion together in bed before they fell asleep. The telling of the night from Lisa and Frank had gotten Jane and Veronica keyed up and both needed Frank to make love with them.
It was Saturday morning and no one was in any hurry to leave the bed or get moving quickly so Frank made love with Jane while she was sitting on the countertop. She had gotten some loving from Frank last night, but this was a private moment between them that just reinforced their love privately.
“Ugh, mom, dad, why in the kitchen?” a little voice said.
Frank and Jane looked over at their youngest daughter rubbing her face with a hand while standing in the doorway, her hair messy from sleep. Frank remained in position as she shuffled off toward the TV.
Jane and Frank laughed but finished their loving making nonetheless.
Veronica and Lisa came down later as well as the other two kids and breakfast together was had as a family. Then, as a family, they went to the city pool since the pools were open and the weather was feeling warm in the June air.
The family spent the day being together, splashing and playing all the while loving the warm sunshine.
Frank sat back in a recliner, Jane and Lisa on one side of him, Veronica on the other. All were following Rule 8, unconcerned about being on display as everyone was just the same as they were. Kids, teens, parents all acting completely normal without concern about what they were wearing, just acting as if nothing was wrong with following Rule 8.
Frank let his mind wander as he watched everyone. The children of the neighborhood played and laughed, his own kids laughed and played while he wondered how he got so lucky. He had worked hard for most of his life. He had not bothered to look for love. He had worried more about making his club feasible. Then the WE came alive and with it new rules. Initially he was concerned about how his club was going to work. Would the free availability of sex and nudity make his club outdated or useless? Would he go out of business? Well that was in the past. Here he was a success, four clubs in business, all busy with happy customers and happy employees. He had three wives and three children all under one roof and life couldn’t get any better.
As he was thinking and staring off into space, a shadow passed his field of view making him look up.
A very fit man passed by, someone that he recognized from last night. Shannon Wolfe is his name. His WE told him suddenly as he was about to speak.
“Shannon.” Frank said, starting to get up from his chair.
The man and two women in the background all looked his way. The man, Shannon Wolfe, stopped and turned to Frank.
“Yes, can I help you?”
Frank got up, his hand outstretched. “I’m Frank Devon, you danced at my club last night.”
Recognition came over Shannon. “OH sure. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. I didn’t get a chance to meet everyone. Hell of a club and hell of a show wasn’t it?”
Frank had Shannon sit next to him on his lounge chair so they could talk. Lisa and Veronica were behind them and both ladies made a low growl noise looking at Shannon. Frank ignored them both.
Frank leaned in a little. “I watched the entire show last night. You crushed it.”
“Thanks. The crowd was on fire.” He glanced toward Jane who was with the kids in the shallow end of the pool, who hadn’t taken her eyes off him yet. “And I see I’ve got repeat fans.”
Jane blushed and muttered, “I’m married,” but she didn’t look away.
Frank smiled. “That’s exactly why I wanted to talk to you. We’re considering expanding what we offer at the club—beyond just the Male Revue show.”
Shannon raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Private sessions. Companionship. Touch. Conversation. There’s a real demand from women who want connection—safe, consensual, meaningful connection. Some of them don’t want to go home with a stranger, but they also don’t want to leave empty. I want to give them an option that feels safe, respected ... and damn satisfying.”
Shannon tilted his head, considering. “So, I’d be like ... what, a pleasure counselor?”
Frank laughed. “You just named the job. Velvet Pleasure Counselor. Has a nice ring to it.”
“I don’t hate it,” Shannon said, glancing toward the water. “Do I set my own schedule? Or do I get a pole and a punch card?”
“We’ll figure it out. If you’re interested, I’ll have Lisa walk you through the logistics. You’ll be a high-end offering—not just a body, but a presence. That’s what women respond to. Not just what you have, but how you carry it.”
Shannon’s smile turned thoughtful. “You might be onto something, Frank.”
“Let’s find out,” Frank said, reaching over to shake his hand again. “We’ve already proven the demand is there. You just might be the supply.”
Lisa purred under her breath as Shannon stood, casting a shadow over her. “Just let us know what night you’re available,” she said, voice husky.
Veronica giggled. “We should all come back ... for research purposes.”
Shannon gave them one last smirk before sauntering toward the diving boards again, leaving a few more dazzled stares in his wake.
Frank sat down with a grin. “You three growled at him.”
Lisa shrugged. “Did you see him?”
Veronica fanned herself. “If this is what your new hiring strategy looks like, I’m going to need hazard pay.”
Frank just chuckled. “Welcome to Velvet 3.0.”
On Monday, as the doors were opening, Shannon Wolfe walked through the front entrance and was greeted by Gut, who welcomed him in and made sure Lisa knew he was heading upstairs to see Frank.
Shannon had dressed the part — comfortable slacks, a fitted polo shirt, and deck shoes. A simple, polished look for a Monday job interview.
Lisa and Frank met him at the elevator with warm smiles and firm handshakes.
“Welcome, Shannon. Come on in — let’s talk,” Frank said, leading him into the office. The three of them settled into a set of comfortable chairs arranged around a coffee table.
“Shannon, as I’m sure you’re aware, Friday night was an incredible success,” Frank began. Both Lisa and Shannon nodded in agreement. “Now that word is out that Club Velvet is doing male revues, I expect we’ll see more women coming into the club — women looking for something more than just the show. Some might come in hoping to meet a guy like you. We saw the way the women reacted to you at the pool — and let’s be honest, you’re not exactly hard to notice.”
Frank gestured vaguely. “Some of them may want to experience that up close — just to see if they can handle it.”
Shannon raised a hand, stopping him with a smirk. “Sounds like you’re asking me to be a gigolo at your club.”
Frank gave a small shrug. “I suppose I am. Would that be a problem?”
Shannon leaned back, thoughtful. “Frank, Lisa ... let me explain something. I’ve spent my life as a model, a fitness coach, and a dancer. I’m in my seventies now — even though I don’t look it — and I’ve never married or had a real family since I left home. I built this body to draw attention and worked hard to be the best on stage.
“Back in the day, I ... well, not to be crude, but I’ve had more women than I can count. I enjoyed it — of course I did — but lately I’ve been wondering if that’s all there is. A pretty face, a great body, and a big dick. I’ve started looking for something more meaningful.”
Lisa reached over and rested a comforting hand on his arm. “I get it — more than you know. Before I married Frank — about a year after the WE came alive — I was a prostitute here in Chicago. I was good at it. Made good money. But I was just surviving. When I met Frank, he saw something in me that no one else had. He gave me a chance at something real. And now, I get to run this place, help people, and be part of something bigger.”
She paused, motioning between herself and Frank. “That’s why we’re asking. We saw something Friday night — something we think is worth exploring. We don’t know if it’ll work. Maybe women won’t come back. Maybe this was a one-time thing. But if they do ... we feel honor-bound to offer that connection.”
They sat in silence for a beat, letting it all sink in. Shannon looked between them, measuring their sincerity.
Then he asked, “WE, what do you think?”
*The women from Friday night enjoyed the show immensely. Your act as the lumberjack was especially effective and raised arousal levels to surprising heights. Your WE is pleased you’re seeking something genuine. If that is your goal, the WE will assist you in finding that connection. As for your real question — we recommend trying it for one month. See how it feels. See if the women come back.*
Frank and Lisa both smiled. At least the WE were on board.
Shannon exhaled and nodded. “Alright. I’ll give it a try for a month. I don’t know how many women I can ... well, service in a day.”
The WE responded instantly.
We can help with that, Shannon. Your hormone balance and recovery time can be optimized. With proper hydration, nutrition, and rest, your stamina can be increased as needed. Continue working out, and your body will stay in peak condition.
They all laughed. Lisa grinned. “WE, I may need that service for Frank during pack nights. You know, just saying.”
Frank groaned, which made both of them laugh harder.
Once they calmed down, Shannon asked, “So ... a pack?”
“This is Lisa Devon, my wife,” Frank explained. “We also married Jane — same day, actually. Then our friend Veronica, who lived with us for a while, asked to join too. She was family already, and the marriage just made it official.”
“You’ve got kids?”
Frank nodded proudly. “Lisa had two for us. Jane had one. A girl first, then our son a few months later, and then another daughter a few years after that by Lisa. It’s a full house, but a happy one.”
Something passed over Shannon’s face — a flicker of longing, or maybe hope — but he just smiled and congratulated them warmly.
The meeting wrapped up. Lisa guided Shannon through filling out his 1099 form, and asked when he could start.
“Tomorrow,” he said without hesitation.
“Perfect,” Lisa replied. “Be here at 3 p.m., and expect to work until 10. No need to worry about a costume — yoga pants will be more than enough. Trust me — our girls wear even less.”
The following afternoon, Shannon entered the club and greeted Gut, who smiled knowingly. His WE had already informed him of Shannon’s new role.
“Good afternoon. I’ve heard you’re the new employee, is that right?” Gut asked, holding out his hand.
“Yup. The boss thinks more women will be coming here after what we did Friday,” Shannon said, shaking it.
“I hear you. Lisa and Frank are always on the cutting edge of something. I don’t know how they do it, but they do—and look how successful we are.” Gut opened the door and gestured toward the office hallway. “They’re waiting for you upstairs.”
Just inside, Frank greeted him with a smile and a handshake. “Shannon, good afternoon. Welcome. Have you picked out a stage name? All my dancers use one, for privacy and whatnot.”
“Call me Logan. It’s my middle name—easier that way.”
“Very good, Logan. Come on, Lisa wants to introduce you to the girls and see if they’re okay sharing their dressing room with you.”
Frank led him to the back, through a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Lisa met them with a bright smile.
“Logan, this is the dressing room the ladies use. I’ve warned them you’re coming—but expect a little hazing.”
“No worries,” Logan said, waving it off. “I’ve experienced worse.”
Lisa opened the door and led them in. “Everyone, I have a new employee to welcome. This is Logan. He’s going to be our, well...”
“Pleasure Counselor for Female Customers,” Logan said confidently.
The room went silent for a beat. Then the women burst out laughing and rushed to welcome him. One dancer, who had worked in HR pre-WE, grinned and said, “Hang on. I think I have just the thing.”
Moments later, everyone received the following description:
Pleasure Counselor for Female Customers The Pleasure Counselor for Female Customers provides personalized, sensual, and emotionally attuned companionship for female patrons of Club Velvet. This role is designed to create meaningful, memorable experiences that align with Club Velvet’s mission of human connection, respect, and pleasure. The counselor offers both physical and emotional presence in private sessions, ensuring that each guest feels valued, desired, and understood.
Key Responsibilities: Provide private, consensual, and WE-approved sensual sessions for female guests who request personal time with a male companion. Maintain peak physical condition and personal hygiene to embody the aesthetic and wellness standards of Club Velvet. Demonstrate emotional intelligence, conversational grace, and active listening in every encounter. Coordinate with club management regarding scheduling, client requests, and availability. Respect the privacy and boundaries of every guest, adapting each session to their comfort level and preferences. Act as an ambassador for the club’s values: connection, safety, respect, and passion. Participate in club events, shows, or meet-and-greets as requested by management.
Qualifications: Physically fit, confident, and comfortable in emotionally and physically intimate settings. Strong interpersonal skills with a natural ability to read people and respond intuitively. Professional demeanor with the ability to set and respect clear boundaries. Prior experience in modeling, fitness, dance, or performance is preferred. Must be WE-compliant and willing to work in a fully open, post-Rule 8 society.
Additional Notes: This position is not about explicit performance but rather fulfilling emotional, sensual, and psychological needs through safe, consensual, and meaningful interactions. Successful counselors will be those who balance confidence with humility, and pleasure with presence.
The room howled with laughter and appreciation.
“Well done. That covers it for sure,” Lisa said, saving it as an official document.
“Logan, here’s a locker for your things, the showers are over there. I hope today goes well for you.”
“Logan? That your stage name then?” one of the dancers asked, adjusting her wig cap.
“Yes. My real name is—”
“HOLD ON!” the women chorused.
“It’s tradition here. Real names stay out of the club. We go by stage names, always. It’s sacred.”
“Got it. Sorry. Didn’t know.”
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