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Club Velvet 3

Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK

Chapter 9

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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 suburban interviews with Luis Delgado went far smoother than they had expected. Far smoother than what happened at the big club.

The four men who were chosen were:

Caleb Marsh: Tall, quiet, and Southern by upbringing, Caleb had been married once—young love turned early divorce. He stayed single afterward, but never bitter. He dated slowly, with care, always learning. Women described him as “steady,” “attentive,” and “the kind of guy who remembers what you wore three dates ago.” He believed in touch, tone, and timing—and knew that sometimes, what a woman needed most was to feel safe enough to breathe.

Jonah Kim: A former school counselor with a warm smile and the kind of voice that made women lean in. Jonah had been engaged once, but she left him for someone more “exciting.” Instead of becoming jaded, Jonah took it as a lesson: excitement fades—connection doesn’t. He’d dated casually since then, but every woman he met remembered how deeply he listened, how gently he touched, and how easily he made them laugh. He was a safe space in human form.

Mateo Cruz: Mateo was fire wrapped in silk. A lifelong flirt who once juggled too many hearts—but he’d grown up since then. His longest relationship lasted seven years until she moved for a job overseas. They left on good terms. He knew pleasure and passion like a second language, but now he was searching for something deeper—he wanted to give more than he took. He was the kind of man who asked how your day was, and meant it ... before whispering things that made your knees weak.

Bryce Holloway: A Navy veteran who married his high school sweetheart, only to lose her to illness five years ago. Bryce hadn’t dated much since—not seriously—but he understood grief, tenderness, and what it meant to hold someone with your whole soul. He didn’t try to impress women—he showed up for them. Quietly. Consistently. His presence alone made some women tear up without knowing why.

All four got the job offer letters, and all four quickly replied back accepting the jobs. They too would start the very next weekend.

Frank boarded the plane for home. He was tired of traveling, tired of trying to find the perfect match for an unknown job position, but he and his team had done it and that sense of accomplishment felt great.

The flight crew on this particular plane was enthusiastically following various aspects of Rule 8. The male attendants were bare-chested, wearing only tight shorts and aprons. The women wore something similar—satin thong panties beneath their aprons, with their breasts completely exposed. When they bent over to retrieve something from the cart, their most intimate place—barely veiled in satin—was suddenly and clearly visible. The fabric served its hygienic purpose, yes, but its real purpose seemed far more intentional, offering a glimpse of the sacred softness where life begins and pleasure is shared.

Frank just relaxed as the plane flew through the air. He had seen so much more than this, it’s just commonplace nowadays.

He just sat back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the flight home.

When he arrived in Chicago, Frank rolled his bag out and spotted the hired driver waiting for him. She was holding a sign that read DEVON in large letters. The woman smiled as he approached, her WE having scanned him and identified him moments before his own WE returned the favor.

“Welcome home, Mr. Devon. The car is right out front.”

“Thank you, Julia.”

“May I take your bag?”

“No need—I’ve got it.”

She turned and led him to a black town car idling at the curb. She opened the back door for him, then climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled smoothly into traffic.

“Do you need directions?”

“No, thank you. I have it all up here.” She tapped the side of her head with a smile.

Frank settled into the seat and let the city pass him by. He reached out through the WE, connecting with his wives—Jane, Lisa, and Veronica—to let them know he’d landed safely and was on his way home.

All three cheered in response, and not a second later, each began teasing him with vivid, naughty thoughts of what they planned to do once he arrived.

I hope I survive, he told them, grinning.

But what a way to go, Jane added sweetly, and the connection burst into shared, loving laughter.

Julia pulled up in front of the house. Frank stepped out, took in the familiar view, and smiled. He signed Julia’s tablet, thanked her with a generous tip, and wheeled his bag up to the front door. Unlocking it, he stepped inside.

Silence.

No running feet, no seductive wives waiting naked and grinning—just silence.

A little deflated, he took his suitcase to the bedroom, unpacked, and checked everyone’s location. Jane and the kids were at the city pool. Lisa and Veronica were still working at the club.

He was alone.

“Guess I’ll relax until everyone gets home,” Frank said aloud.

 
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