Club Velvet 4
Copyright© 2026 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 29
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 29 - 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
Vertical banners fluttered in the breeze, surrounding Aurora House AS as the opening that evening drew near. Henrik had purchased advertising time on all of the TV and radio stations throughout Oslo in the months leading up to the opening. It had been a year since this process started for him. Just shy of a year since he got married and two women moved in with him. A lot had changed in that year, but what didn’t change was his desire to open this club.
He had filed suit with the local government about their laws not being updated to conform with WE laws. He had won that suit and Oslo changed its laws regarding sex in all aspects. The only thing left on the books were words that ‘Oslo now conforms to WE laws and fully supports the open and honest connection humans can make in personal ways.’
Henrik walked around the club making sure everything was going to be ok for the opening.
Ingrid and Mari both caught him as he was about to get involved with another employee about how he wanted them to do their job and dragged him back to his office and shoved him onto his couch.
Both women then unbuttoned their shirts and pulled the cups of their bras down so that their breasts were out in the open. Henrik fell silent with a goofy school-boy grin on his face as he sat looking at his favorite four breasts in the whole world.
“Now, do we have your attention?” Ingrid asked.
He nodded his head, eyes locked on their chests.
“Good. Relax. Leave your people alone and stay out of the way.” Mari said, still holding her shirt and bra up with her breasts hanging out.
“Your people are doing a good job. You have nothing to worry about. Relax.” Ingrid said.
Henrik nodded his head, then took a deep breath.
His wives moved closer, leaning over him and offering him a nipple to suck on. He sucked on Mari’s then Ingrid’s. Once he calmed down, the women got dressed and kissed him before leaving his office and going downstairs. Henrik sat in his office for 10 minutes before he left and walked back downstairs and took up a position at the bar asking for a latte.
His wives moved to sit next to him, ready at any moment to grab his attention and get him to relax. Ingrid’s dress was half unbuttoned, Mari’s shirt wasn’t tucked in and both women were ready and willing to do what needed to be done to get their husband to chill.
When the hour arrived, 7pm, Henrik opened the doors and stepped outside. He had a bullhorn and spoke to the line that extended around the building from the front door.
“Good Evening guests!” he said with conviction. “Welcome to Aurora House. I started this club to fill a gap in the entertainment space of this town and this country. Remember that the WE are always watching. If you don’t know something ask. If you desire something, ask. Welcome and let the fun begin!”
The line of men and women all cheered as they paid their entrance fee and came into the club. The lights were low. The music thumped around them. As the club filled, the DJ introduced a dancer for their entertainment.
Honey strutted onto the stage wearing a purple wig, a long man’s dress shirt and bright red thigh high stockings.
The audience cheered and sat enraptured as she moved around the stage and started taking clothing off. The WE were gently encouraging the people in the crowd that the dancers don’t work for free and that tipping was encouraged.
Money rained onto the stage as the dancer removed her clothing and kept performing as the music played out. Her body was perfect with breasts that were more than a handful but sat firmly on her chest. Her belly was toned and flat and the tuft of hair at the junction of her legs showed that she was an adult, not some bare skinned child.
When the music stopped, she waved to the crowd, gathered her money and clothing, and left the stage as another dancer came out.
The drinks were flowing, food was being eaten, and people were finding out that you could get personal time with a dancer if you wanted.
“Remember everyone, if you want to hire your favorite dancer for a private dance, all you have to do is ask. All of our dancers work for tips. If you don’t tip, they may stop working here so tip often and tip big.” The DJ said between dances as the music played on.
A woman who was starting at the club, a former office worker who didn’t want to be stuck in a cubicle for all of eternity, learned how to dance and got a job from Henrik left the back stage area and walked out onto the floor on a quest to find someone who wanted to hire her for a private dance.
She was wearing a silk robe, tied loosely around her waist concealing her pink and black bra and panty set. She thought that the color worked well with her skin tone.
One of the men who had given her a large tip was sitting by the stage. He had tried to talk to her but with the music playing and her dancing on stage, she didn’t hear him. She moved between the table drawing kind words as she put a hand here and there as she steadied herself.
She ran a hand over the shoulders of the man who had tipped her so well and leaned on him as she whispered into his ear. “Thank you for the tip. May I offer you a private dance?”
The man put a hand on hers, his arm going across his body to reach for her, and nodded his head. She smoothly moved to sit on his lap with her arm around his shoulders as she spoke to him privately.
“Thank you for asking and I would love to get to know you more.”
“Good. I charge 500 krone for three songs. If you want more, I offer that too.” (roughly $50)
“That sounds great. What other services do you offer?” he said, his hand on her leg, his thumb making small circles on her bare skin.
She leaned in closer, “if you want sex, 2500 krone just for you.”
The man sat back in his chair, shocked that she could offer this and that he was actually thinking about accepting.
Rule 8, 9 and 10 are all legal in Norway. The laws have been changed, this is perfectly acceptable. the WE answered their unspoken questions.
“Then I choose the second option. I would very much like to have sex with you.” he said, still holding the dancer on his lap.
The dancer wiggled on his lap, glad for the chance to make so much money and stood up. “Cool. Come with me, we have space just for our time together.”
The man stood up, “I’m Bjorn by the way.” he said, as he followed the dancer to the bar.
“Hi Bjorn, I’m Bunny.”
The transaction was processed and Bjorn put his credit card back in his wallet.
Bunny took him to a private dance booth, only the third one being used, and had him sit down. She took her robe off and hung it up. Her lingerie set glowed under the lights as she started to move to the music as a news song started.
Other dancers were talking to other patrons and all of them were being hired once the WE confirmed that no laws were being broken while in the club. Husbands and wives were enjoying the touch and pleasure of the dancer’s bodies together. The husband would sit in front of his wife while she had her legs spread wide apart for him to sit between. As the dancer performed, the wife would take her top off freeing her breasts to be touched. The husband would take his pants and under-clothes off as the dancer took his manhood into their body while kissing and touching the wife. Their private dance would end when the husband got off. The dancer would kiss and touch the wife then climb off the man’s lap and wipe away their shared mess before putting her robe back on telling the couple to come back anytime. The husband and wife would invariably end up having sex with each other in the booth before leaving the club to go home and do it all over again.
Henrik watched his employees work. He watched the dancers dance and kept marveling at how skillful they all were. His wives were even approached for a private dance, but both of them declined saying that they didn’t work in the club, but they were still honored to have been asked.
Henrik closed the club at the end of the night and spoke to everyone as they left double checking with them to see how it went.