Club Velvet 4
Copyright© 2026 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 19
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 19 - Frank Devon, his pack, his club and the people who come to his club for connection and entertainment, this is their story and this is book 4 of the series. I would suggest starting at book 1 to understand the background and the world this club resides in.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Incest Brother Sister BDSM DomSub Light Bond Polygamy/Polyamory
Andy Moreau parked his car in the parking lot in the suburban club in Metro City. He grabbed his bag out of the back seat and slung it over his shoulder, turning to look at the side of the building where Club Velvet was housed. The suburban club needed a pleasure consultant and today was his first day.
He opened the front door, greeted the door man and explained that he was starting today.
“Welcome, glad to have you joining us.”
Andy felt much better about being part of this company and part of the world of sex workers.
He entered the club and took a moment to admire the woman on stage who was very beautiful and moved with quite a bit of grace on stage. Her body was model perfect. Breasts sat high and firm on her chest, her stomach was flat and firm, down to the small strip of hair at the top of her slit. Her bottom was firm, showing off the muscles in her bottom as she danced, used the pole, even doing the splits on stage emphasizing her flexibility.
It also gave everyone a very clear picture of her sex organs at the same time, which he appreciated very much since her pussy was a thing of beauty.
“Hi, you can sit anywhere you want. I’ll be right with you once you get settled.” a waitress said to him while he stood gawking at the dancer on the stage.
“No, I’m supposed to be starting today, I’m Andy. I’m supposed to be a pleasure consultant.”
The waitress stuck out her hand to him, “Welcome to Club Velvet, I’m sure that you’ll love working here, I know that I do.”
“I didn’t catch your name.” Andy said, still holding her hand.
“I’m Heather.” the waitress said.
“Heather, a wonderful name, it is good to meet you.” Andy said, finishing the hand shake and letting her get on with her business.
He moved deeper into the club and was finally greeted by the manager of the club.
“You must be Andy.” A woman said meeting him with a smile and a hand shake. “I’m Dana McKinney in case you forgot.”
“I am and I did remember. Thank you for giving me a chance, I’ll do my best.” he said.
“I’m sure you will. Follow me, I’ll show you to the backstage area where you can store your stuff and get ready.”
Dana opened the door marked ‘Employees Only’ and led Andy to the dressing room. It was populated with one man and several women all chatting while getting dressed or changed or just hanging out.
“Everyone, this is Andy who is starting out as our new Pleasure Consultant. Be nice.” Dana said with a laugh before she showed Andy where his locker was and the shower and all of the other stuff he may need.
Dana left him to get changed.
“Hey, I’m Brad, hang with me today and I’ll try to show you the ropes.” Brad said, a confident smile on his face, one that had disarmed many women while working at the club.
“Got any preferences?” Brad asked, as Andy took his shirt off and then slipped his chinos off.
“Not really. Been married for a long time, so she would be considered my favorite I suppose. Other than her, never given it much thought.”
“Well trust me, you’ll meet all types here and most of them are soccer moms looking for a quickie, so be ready.” Brad said, smiling with a knowing grin.
Andy just tried to laugh it off, but sensed that he was speaking the truth even if he wasn’t very polite about it.
“Well, no matter the type, or the woman, I’ll treat her right.” Andy said, dropping his undershorts and letting his manhood swing free.
Brad looked down and actually gasped at seeing Andy. He was bigger than what he’d expected to see on someone as tall and slender as Andy was.
“Fuck. Where did you get that thing?” Brad said out loud, which drew the attention of several women who were changing. They too gasped when they saw him swinging freely.
The chatter from the dancers restarted, one of them boldly coming over closer to him and putting an arm around him and thought about taking it in hand and going for a ride. Big dicks fascinated her.
“If you ever need relief, let me know.” the dancer said, flirting with him while drooling at the sight of his manhood swinging freely.
“Thanks, but other than working here, my wife takes good care of me.” he said, trying to extract himself from the dancer’s clutches.
“Well, with that being said, Andy, grab a shower, throw on some clothes, and meet me out front. Time’s a-wasting.” Brad gave one last glance down, then turned and headed out of the changing room to hang around the club while Andy got ready.
The dancers all watched Andy take his shower, dry off and throw on a simple pair of black joggers before leaving the dressing room and go out front.
The two men leaned against the bar and chilled. “Let me ask you something. Honestly. How many women come in looking for a session with us? One a night, two a night? Help me understand this.” Andy asked Brad.
Brad looked around and thought for a minute. “Average or how many I did last night and the night before that?”
“Last night. Honestly.”
“Last night was Thursday, nothing going on in the city, so nothing special to draw anyone out of their houses. I had one customer last night.”
“And the night before that?”
“None unfortunately.”
Andy leaned against the bar dejected, starting to think that this was a mistake. How was he going to support his wife only having one customer a night? Or no customers at night?
“Did you make any money? I mean, I need more than one customer a week to make ends meet, I have a wife to take care of.”
Brad turned, “Andy, you didn’t make a mistake. I make money doing this and I’ve been able to make a living at it. So, be confident that you will succeed and you will be able to support your family.”
Andy, still looking at the floor, feeling dejected, looked up and saw Brad nod his head at him. “You’ll do fine.”
The two men greeted anyone who came in, and helped the waitresses where possible while speaking to any women who came in, making their presence known to them. Brad was hired after several hours, closer to 8pm than when Andy came in around 4.
At 10 p.m., a woman walked in, clutching a coat around her body and glancing nervously at the dancers, the tables, and the wait staff before moving to a table and sitting down.
Brad was away at that moment so Andy was the only one around to greet the woman.
WE, let the woman know that if she needs anyone, needs attention or company, I’m available.
We have Andy. She is gathering up her courage to talk to you. As you can see, she is very nervous. It has been a long time since she has known the company of a man. Please be patient with her, Andy.
Will do. He said to his WE and chilled at the bar. He would glance over at her, catching her looking at him and the two of them would make eye contact for a moment or two, before she would look away and blush.
This went on for 15 or so minutes, until the woman got up from the table and walked over to Andy, still clutching her purse and her coat to her body.
“Hi. The WE told me you are a Pleasure Consultant, here for the pleasure and comfort of the women customers of the club. Is that right?”
“Hi, I’m Andy and that is correct.”
“So ... this is my first time ... In the club. I don’t know how to do this or what to ask for.”
Andy did the only thing he could think of, he offered her his hand, palm up and she looked at his hand, then back up to his face, and after a moment’s hesitation, she put her hand in his. He led her to an empty table and sat down.
“First of all, I’m Andy, what’s your name?”
“I’m Sara, Sara Barnes.”
“Well Sara Barnes, it is good to meet you.”
They shook hands. “Can you tell me why you came in today?”
“A friend of mine, a woman, has come in here several times while the club has been open and had great experiences here. She just goes on and on about how the men in this club really care about their customers, making them feel seen and cared for in a real and meaningful way. I’ve been single all my life. I thought I was gay for a while back in college, but women just don’t fulfill my needs and other women are so ... emotional.”
Andy sat listening, focusing on her and what she was saying.
“I understand.”
“I guess you do understand, don’t you.”
Andy just nodded his head.
“Anyway, I’ve been paying attention to my body for a while and I’m starting to recognize my body’s need to mate. But...”
“You’re not married like you said and since picking up some random guy off the street seems gross, you came here looking for something that only a Pleasure Consultant can offer. Right?”
Sara just nodded her head and looked down at her hands which she was wringing in her lap.
“Sara, let me ask you something, what kind of experience do you think you need today?”
“I don’t know. I suppose just sex would be fine, but I am sort of hoping for more than just sex. You know what I mean?”
“I do understand.” Andy said, then sat back from the table, reviewing how to handle this. “How about this, we have a private room you can rent for a few hours where you and I can be alone in private so that no one will watch or judge you, and you can be comfortable and let go.”
“Really? How much?”
“Oh, just one thousand if it isn’t too much?”
“No, one thousand is fine.”
Sara reached into her purse and got her charge card out and handed it over to Andy who took that card to the bar and rang up the women’s private room for two hours. He brought the card back to her and they left the club for the private room. Once the door was closed, Andy sat down on the couch while Sara was left standing in the room, able to look around and get comfortable.
Once she had made her circuit around the room, she set her purse down and slipped off her coat, revealing the simple cotton dress beneath.
She sat carefully on the couch—close enough to be within arm’s reach of Andy, though still leaving a little space between them.
Her hands smoothed her skirt as she drew in a steadying breath.
“You seem nervous, Sara. What could I do to make this easier for you?” Andy asked gently.
She didn’t answer immediately, and so the WE spoke up for her.
Andy, Sara and the WE have been talking about this for weeks. She has fantasized about being with someone who takes control, wishing that the men she knows would make some move to show interest in her, but none have. Everyone in her life has been polite and respectful, treating her with respect and honor, but none have made a move toward her physically. Sara may not verbalize it, but please move in front of her and break the ice by putting your hands on her knees.
Are you sure, I don’t want to offend or hurt...
“Please.” Sara said, turning toward him, pleading with her eyes for him to make the first move.
Andy moved off the couch and onto the floor on his knees to kneel in front of Sara. He kept a watching eye on her face while also paying attention to the WE who were assuring him that this was correct and necessary.
He reached down to the hem of her dress and lifted it to reveal more of her legs. They were bare, no pantyhose or tights, just blemish free soft skin. He folded the fabric over and put his hands on her knees. She inhaled, taking a quick breath through her nose. Andy paused, hearing the intake of breath.
You are fine Andy. Her arousal is increasing, she is getting what she wants from this, please do not be deterred. The WE said to him as he paused with his hands on her knees.
He kept a watchful eye on her face and watched as her breathing sped up, a flush starting to form on her neck and her eyes closed.
Andy slid his hands up her legs, under the skirt of her dress, feeling the soft skin of her legs.
As his hands got higher and higher, her breathing got heavier and faster the higher his hands got.
She shuttered once his hands to the top of her legs and the muscles that had been holding her legs together loosened and her legs fell open.
Andy moved between her knees and reached for her panties. The funny thing was that he didn’t find any. She was nude under her skirt. He looked down to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. He moved the skirt aside, folding up more, and saw nothing but her nude legs and the tuft of pubic hair on her mons.
He smiled and then moved his hands above her dress up her torso toward her breasts as she lay on the couch, recovering from whatever had happened to her while his hands were moving up her legs.
Her dress unties at the waist. the WE said to him as he hands passed over the tie and cupped her breasts, where he found them free of bra or any constriction. They were free under that dress, ready to be seen and felt.
Andy used his thumbs to tease the hard nubs of her nipples, they were hard and aroused at his touch and he had just begun touching Sara’s body.
He looked down toward the tie and found the end. His hand brushed the soft cotton at her stomach, maintaining contact with her, not letting her calm down, not letting her freeze or running. With a steady pull, the bow unraveled, the dress loosening around her body like a sigh.
He unraveled the tie, found the edge of her dress, and opened her dress from chest to knees. Her body was perfect. Her breasts were firm, spread out a bit with gravity, but still high and firm on her chest.
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