Club Velvet 4
Copyright© 2026 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 26
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 26 - 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
“Last night was ... enlightening. We had a good time — the clubs were packed, music was solid, and the energy was great. The people are open, friendly even, but still reserved in that way that feels very Norwegian. You can tell they want to connect, but the social structure still holds them back.” Frank said while in a meeting with Henrik and his team of business men and women.
“What surprised me most was what wasn’t there. We couldn’t find a single strip club or adult lounge — not one. Not because demand isn’t there, but because the laws choke the supply. Through the WE, I could sense it everywhere: the desire is alive, the need for touch and connection is pulsing under the surface, but it’s trapped under layers of outdated legislation.” Frank said, then looked around the room, reaching out to see how they were receiving his words.
“It’s strange — here, selling intimacy is technically allowed, but buying it isn’t. That means everyone’s guilty if they try to connect in the old ways. It criminalizes the person reaching out, the one willing to pay for comfort or pleasure, while pretending the provider is somehow exempt. It’s hypocrisy baked into policy.”
“If your club is going to be successful, Norway will have to align with the new WE order, that contradiction can’t stand. Rules Eight, Nine, and Ten are about openness, consent, and honesty in human exchange — emotional, physical, or otherwise. Your laws directly oppose that. They punish the act of asking instead of protecting the act of giving. That’s not compatible with what you are trying to build.”
Frank looked around the room, thoughtful looks were on each of their faces as he brought his summary to a close. “If I were you, Henrik, I’d consider challenging the system. File suit — not out of greed, but on principle. Argue that the current laws violate WE rights of equal exchange and freedom of consent. The WE could support the case, they did for me in New York City; it has the data, the emotional resonance of millions who know the difference between exploitation and expression. If you win, when you win, it removes all barriers for you and the club and opens the doors for everyone who calls themselves a sex worker. They get the freedom to do what they want and make honest money doing it. They wouldn’t have to hide, wouldn’t be stigmatized with a label or a criminal record.”
Henrik looked to his business people, an assortment of money people, lawyers, and PR folks, each was thinking, their focus internal as each of them tried to come up with possible plans on how to move forward in spite of the current laws of the land.
“Frank, did you say that you had the same trouble in New York City?” one of the lawyers asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes. They had many outdated laws, just like yours, that were preventing the club from operating freely as intended. I filed suit along with my business partner. Mary Fran stepped in during our negotiations and told the city that they had to change. The city agreed, rescinded all of the outdated laws to align with WE rules and we’ve been running the club without issue ever since. Why? Do you think that this ruling will help you?”
The company lawyer nodded his head. “Those rulings have no bearing on Norway, but it will show how other municipalities can change when faced with a suit.”
The meeting continued, each bringing up different issues that may have to be overcome in some way or another and during lunch, “Have you thought about how to attract women to come and dance in your club?”
“Yes and no. I gave it some thought, but nothing serious.”
“Well my kids were in the hotel pool and they met a sex worker at the hotel. They asked her if she wanted to try out for the club as a dancer. She declined, but it just reinforces the need for change. She may have said no to protect herself from prosecution. Working under the law is one thing, but working in a business is another thing.”
“Do you know her name? Maybe I could find her and pitch to her the benefits of working for me and not on the street.”
“My daughter found out she goes by the name ‘Natasha.’”
“Hmm.” Henrik said thoughtfully. “I will have to remember that. When we get closer to opening, I’ll reach out to her and ask her again if she is interested.”
The meeting continued with Frank trying to explain that the club was more than atmosphere and beautiful women taking their clothes off, the club had to be welcoming, friendly, open to everyone and provide the best food and drink. “People will come once to see our dancers taking their clothes off. They need to come back often and to do that, the food has to be good and easy, the drinks have to be special and the staff has to WANT to be there serving our customers.”
The WE piped up, There have been many couples that come in on a date, to have an adventure or just to break out of a dinner and a movie stereotype. Many couples never thought about sharing their spouse with another person, thinking that it was cheating, but in Club Velvet, they experience a connection with a dancer that reinforces the couple’s love and even brings the spark back to their relationship.
“Really, how many?” one of the PR people asked.
The current count is 326 couples who have come to Club Velvet, had a private dance as a couple and walked away feeling good about the experience and confident that they want to do it again.
Comments went around the table all expressing amazement at that number of couples that had come into the club.
“I would have thought that only men would have come into the club. Isn’t that the main draw?” one of the marketing women asked.
“It is, BUT!” Frank said, raising a pointed finger in the air. “If you offer women a safe place to explore their sexuality, to experience something new and exciting, then they tell their friends who tell their friends and so on. Yes, men come in to see what we are showing them, but the club has to be more than that one thing. Which is why I have fancy fruity drinks, a full coffee bar, a menu that my chefs take price in as well as the most beautiful women in town who want to dance and be seen.”
More head nodding, more understanding.
After lunch, the company lawyer left the meeting saying he had research to do, the marketing team had brainstorming to do and the money people left to ‘run some numbers’.
Henrik and Frank stayed behind, each resting an arm on the table, leaning back in their chairs. “How?” Henrik asked.
“Trial and error. Trial and error.” Frank said.
Henrik stood up, “Let’s go for a ride, I want to show you some land and get your thoughts on it.”
Henrik and Frank got in a Mercedes Benz and left the building parking lot. They chatted while driving out of the city center and toward what looked like small business shops, like strip malls back home.
Henrik parked the car and they got out.
Frank looked around, trying to gauge the spot. No one was around. The strip mall was nearly empty, very few cars were in the parking lot.
“Why this place?” Frank asked.
“Several reasons. Ease of access, lots of space and there are a lot of homes and people within a short distance. Just a few kilometers from this spot are thousands of homes and families.”
“Interesting.”
They walked along the closed and empty shops, each lost in their own thoughts.
“You know, I had to move my first club in Metro City.”
“You did?”
“Yes, the city government seized lots of land in the downtown area to build a new sports stadium. As part of me leaving, they helped finance me moving to a strip mall just like this. It can work, it worked for me, but my club was already a known business. You may have to spend a lot of money to attract people to come to a location like this.”
“Perhaps.” Henrik said, then ushered them back to his car and they drove on to the next location.
This one was also in a neighborhood strip mall but the mall seemed busier. The mall didn’t have large locations or even several empty spaces next to each other, it was just busier.
“Why this one?” Frank asked.
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