Club Velvet 3
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 7
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Marvin Xavier Evans arrived for his day of work on a Monday after giving his former job two weeks notice. At 3pm he opened the front door and met the door man. “Good afternoon. I am supposed to be starting work here today. I’m Marvin Evans.” With his hand out, the door man greeted him warmly like a friend.
“Marvin, good to meet you. Wes is right inside. Have a good day.”
“Thanks.” Marvin said then opened the door and entered his new job.
Wes was right inside and moved from the bar to him with his hand out happily ready to greet him. Another man was at the bar but didn’t jump up to greet him. He was dressed in tight shorts and nothing else. His slender body was on full display while he watched the room.
“Marvin! So glad to see you.” Wes said hand out to him, a giant smile on his face and excitement oozing from his pores.
Marvin tried to show the same excitement but this was his first day and a bit overwhelmed. “Wes. Good to be here. Thanks for bringing me on.”
“No worries. Frank and I think you are going to fit right in.” Wes said, then turned to the man leaning on the bar shirtless. “Marvin, this is your coworker Cole. The two of you are responsible for our female customers having a good time.”
Marvin stepped over with his hand out and Cole greeted him warmly, shaking his hand firmly. His slender body belied the strength in his hands.
“Good to meet you Marvin. Have you chosen a stripper name?”
“Um, I suppose. The WE told me about it as I was leaving. Said that it was traditional here at the club to go by that only. So yes, Xavier is going to be my stripper name.”
“Xavier. Good.” Cole said. “You should fit right in.”
“Xavier, as per tradition put forth by the dancers, I and everyone else will use that name while here in the club. Don’t ask for real names even among your coworkers. The name they give you here will be assumed to the the name they want to be used while here. Ok?”
“Yes sir. I got it.”
“With that done with, on with the tour.” Wes said then took him around the club, showing him the shower area for the truckers, the rest of the truckstop side of the building, then the office, the dressing room for the dancers which he was told would be the same place that he had to use, “But remember, the dancers are off limits. Treat them like sisters and respect them and everyone will get along just fine.”
When they entered the dressing room, the dancers that were there jumped up and greeted Xavier with hugs and smiles, all glad to see him there. One dancer with long raven-black hair, the same one who gave Cole a hard time on his first day, stood with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips.
“So, what makes you so special to work here?”
“I’m a really nice guy,” Xavier replied with a grin.
“Really? You don’t seem—”
Before she could finish, Xavier bent down, scooped her up like a sack of potatoes, and tossed her over his shoulder. Laughter erupted in the dressing room.
“No sass,” he said firmly, giving her a playful smack on her bottom.
The other dancers joined in, cheering and adding a few smacks of their own. Her tiny g-string offered no protection from the good-natured spanking.
After a dozen or so swats, Xavier set her down, keeping his hands on her shoulders as he looked her in the eye.
“My name’s Xavier—or ‘X’ if you’re feeling bold. And you are?”
“Raven,” she said, her lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout.
“You gonna behave now?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” Xavier cupped her cheeks gently and kissed her forehead before letting her go.
Raven moved to her chair and sat down while Xavier moved to his locker and put his bag into it then started to undress. He took off his shirt, heard a couple of gasps behind him. He turned to see several of his fellow dancers watching him as he undressed. His broad black chest was well muscled and if he had flexed his back, everyone would have seen his broad muscles that he had spent the past 10 years perfecting when not at home taking care of his children or at work dealing with warehouse stuff.
Xavier smiled and turned back to his locker and dropped his pants and undershorts and pulled out a tight pair of shorts and slipped them on. The dancers in the room were all caught looking at him as the door to his locker clanged shut. He just smiled and wished them all well as he left the dressing room to go and perform his new job as Pleasure Consultant to Female Customers.
The job title alone was funny enough, but the fact that was being paid legally to be a gigolo at a strip club made him chuckle every time he thought about it. “How many women could possibly come to a place like this? I hope there are enough so that I don’t have to go back to the warehouse.” He said to himself as he walked through the club. The room was full of guys, all attentively paying attention to the dancers on stage. He smiled and went to Cole who was still standing at the bar, watching the people in the room.
“Cole, how are you doing?” Xavier said, shaking his hand again then taking up position next to him.
“Doing just fine. Just getting ready for the rush after 5.”
“So what can you tell me about this crazy job?”
Cole turned, “Hard to say for sure. I hang out here, the WE tell every woman that comes in that their pleasure is important and if they need something that only a man can give them, I’m here for them. They actually approach me, which is different enough from the real world. Then we go back to the private dance area over there, and they get what they pay for. Pretty simple.”
“How do you know what they need? Not every woman is going to need us to screw them, are they?”
Cole laughed, “No. I had one woman that simply paid me to hold her. She stripped off her clothes, had me sit on the couch, and she sat on my lap and I held her skin to skin. I don’t understand it, but it seemed like the thing she needed and I was the man or the job. Another just wanted to screw her from behind, no talking, no warm up, she just pulled her skirt up, bent over wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. Women are strange.” Cole commented.
“How many a day?” Xavier asked, after getting a Dr Pepper from the bar.
“One for sure. Sometimes more. The evenings get busy. The female truckers load up nearby, park here, enjoy the show, fuck before hitting the road.”
Xavier whistled, “Only one per guy? I hope I make enough to support my family with that sort of money.”
Cole turned to him, “Don’t worry about the money. I’ve been doing 60 for three song cuddles or 250 for sex. On a busy night, you should walk out of here with enough for rent in one night. I wouldn’t worry. The owner, Frank, is really smart. He did some sort of male strip thing up in Chicago and his club up there was packed. Like 300 women all in the club at once. He hired a guy to do this job up there and he is so busy, I’ve heard he has to turn women away. Dude, this may be East St Louis, but we still get women in here so don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine.”
Xavier relaxed more confident knowing that he had done the right thing.
By the time 5 p.m. rolled around, the crowd had started to grow.
Cole was chosen first by a woman who came in by herself through the front door. She wasn’t dressed like a truck driver, more like an office worker downtown. But she saw something in Cole she liked and hired him for sex in the private dance area.
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