Club Velvet 4
Copyright© 2026 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 4
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Polygamy/Polyamory
Subject Line: Welcoming Sal Ransom to Velvet Entertainment
Dear Team,
I’m excited to share that Salvatore Ransom is officially joining Velvet Entertainment as Client Liaison for Velvet Reserve in New York City, reporting to Marcus Yates, General Manager, with special access to Velvet Entertainment leadership.
Salvatore brings decades of experience in public service, street-level insight, and a no-nonsense approach to human connection. A retired NYFD firefighter and respected voice in his community, Sal is here to do what he does best—cut through the noise, treat people like people, and help our members and staff reconnect with the true soul of Velvet Reserve.
Salvatore will be focused on:
Improving member outreach and engagement
Ensuring everyone (staff and members alike) understands the full spectrum of what Velvet Reserve offers and how to sell it
Working closely with Marcus to review and refine pricing, policy, and experience flow
Reintroducing the emotional spark that makes our clubs so powerful and unique
He starts immediately, and we invite all team members in New York—and across the Velvet family—to welcome him warmly.
Velvet Entertainment isn’t just a company. It’s a movement. And every new team member adds a new brushstroke to our story.
Please join me in giving Salvatore your full support.
Warmly,
Frank Devon
Owner & Founder, Velvet Entertainment
The email was queued up by Frank after Salvatore agreed to join his team in NYC. He had to call Marcus first.
“Velvet Reserve, this is Marcus.” Marcus said as he answered the phone.
“Marcus, this is Frank in Chicago. How are you doing?” Frank asked.
“Frank, things are quite well. What brings you to my phone at this time?”
“Marcus, I’ve hired a new employee for you. I know we didn’t talk about it, but I think he is going to help you quite a bit.”
“Really?” Marcus said slowly. Doubt evident in his tone.
“Marcus, you are doing a fine job running the club out there. The numbers are all good and no one has anything bad to say about the job you are doing. The new guy is going to report to you directly and be in a sales roll. His title is Client Liaison, but I see him as someone who may be able to talk people out of their money while in the club.” Frank said, then paused, giving Marcus a chance to reply.
“Ok,” he said slowly.
“I’ve been reading the reports Marcus, the VIP lounges are not being used out there. This new guy asked two questions while we were interviewing him and both of them made Lisa and I stop and think. It is going to take much of the stress away from you so that you can focus on the operations. I think it will make the club more profitable.”
Marcus didn’t have a response, he was busy thinking about all of the work he had to do including dealing with members. As he thought about it, a new guy would make it easier on him.
“Frank, I think this will work out. Thank you for letting me know.” Marcus said through the phone.
On the outside he said he was ok, but inside he wasn’t so sure this was going to work.
They hung up and Marcus got back to work. Frank left his office confident that this was going to work out for him.
The next day, Sal entered the building the WE had directed him to. It was discreet—no signage, and the registry listed nothing about Velvet Reserve.
“Huh,” he muttered, glancing around.
He approached the security desk where two men stood as he arrived. One wore the standard black dress coat of a local security firm, the company’s patch sewn proudly on his chest. The other wore a tailored black suit coat—no patches, no insignia. Just quiet authority.
Sal straightened up, placing his hands on the counter.
“Good morning.”
“Sir,” they both replied in unison.
“I’m supposed to start work today at a company called Velvet Reserve, but I don’t see any signage. Am I in the right place?”
The man in the tailored coat gave a subtle nod to his uniformed partner and took over.
“Your name, sir?”
“Salvatore Ransom. Though most just call me Sal,” he added with a polite smile.
The man turned slightly, clearly consulting his WE, then nodded. “Yes, Mr. Ransom. Your employment has been verified. Right this way.”
As they walked, Sal turned back to the other man. “What’s your name? I like to get to know the people around me.”
“I’m Tyrone, sir. I work for the company that handles security for the whole building.”
“Good to meet you, Tyrone.” Sal shook his hand, a genuine gesture.
The other man turned back toward Sal as well. “I’m Kevin Reynolds. I handle security for the club.”
Sal shook his hand, too. “Nice to meet you, Kevin.”
They walked toward the elevators.
“Before you ask,” Kevin said, “this is normal. If you weren’t cleared, you wouldn’t even know the club existed—let alone be allowed up.”
“So it really is a private club?”
“Yes, sir. It is.”
The elevator doors opened onto the club’s floor. Another man in a fitted suit greeted him.
“Mr. Ransom. Marcus is expecting you.”
Sal nodded to Kevin, who returned to the front desk, then followed the new man into the club.
“I didn’t catch your name,” Sal said as they walked through a sleek office space where staff were arriving, grabbing coffee, and chatting casually.
“Eli. Eli Calder. I’m the head of security here.”
“Do you see much trouble in a place like this?”
“Not the kind you used to see in the old days,” Eli said. “But people still feel safer when security is nearby. Just in case.”
Sal nodded, appreciating the answer.
They stopped at Marcus’s door. Sal stepped forward, smiling and extending his hand.
“Marcus, I’m Sal.”
Marcus stood, grinning as he took his hand in a firm shake. “Good to meet you, Sal. Or is it Salvatore?”
“Sal is just fine.”
They sat at a small table across from each other.
“Frank wrote to me. Said he hired you. I’m just not sure what you’re supposed to do for us. The club’s profitable. The restaurant has a waiting list some nights.”
“I’ve heard as much,” Sal said with a nod.
Marcus studied him, then leaned in. “So help me understand what you’re here to change.”
Sal remained calm. “I’m here to make sure the club’s full potential is being realized. Frank believes some services aren’t being promoted or used as they should be.”
Marcus got up, retrieved his laptop, and spun it around to show Sal the data.
“See? The dancers are busy. Numbers are good. What exactly is missing?”
Sal didn’t flinch. “How often are the VIP lounges being used?”
Marcus exhaled. “Hardly at all.”
“And the private dances?”
“They’re happening. More on weekends, but the dancers are doing their jobs.”
“But are they approaching customers—or just waiting to be asked?”
Marcus closed the laptop with a quiet snap. “They’re not approaching.”
The room went still for a moment, both men sizing each other up.
“When do the dancers start arriving?” Sal asked evenly.
“They should be arriving now. Most are here before we open at ten.”
Sal stood with energy. “How about a tour, then?”
Marcus hesitated—just a moment—then stood as well. “Alright. Let’s get started.”
Marcus and Sal walked through the office space, where cubicles were starting to fill with staff arriving for the day. Everyone was dressed in typical business attire—nothing unusual to see here.
They climbed one flight of stairs to reach the club level, emerging near the women’s dressing room.
Marcus tapped on the doorframe and called out, “Everyone decent?”
A voice from inside replied, “Come in.”
Marcus led Sal into the room. “Good morning, ladies. I’ve got someone I’d like to introduce while you’re getting ready.”
Sal stepped up beside him.
“This is Salvatore Ransom. He’s our new Client Liaison—just hired by Frank to join our club.”
The women, some seated at mirrors applying makeup and others picking out outfits, looked over and began approaching one by one to shake Sal’s hand and welcome him.
Sal smiled and tried to meet each woman’s gaze warmly. “I won’t take up too much of your time, but I do want to meet with all of you eventually. I need to really understand this club, this work, and help make Velvet Reserve the best it can be.”
Claire stood up and spoke. “Then why don’t you start with me? I’m probably the most senior dancer here.”
“Perfect,” Sal said. “If you’ve got a moment, let’s sit and talk.”
The three of them—Sal, Marcus, and Claire—left the dressing room and moved out to the club floor, settling into a corner booth.
“I didn’t catch your name,” Sal said once they were seated.
“I’m Claire. My other half—Tasha—is out this week. She’s the other senior dancer. So, Mister Salvatore, what can I tell you?”
Sal smiled, already feeling at ease with her. “Claire, tell me about the club. I know the basics, but something isn’t clicking. Frank brought me on to help fix whatever’s off. I just don’t know yet what it is.”
“Well, let me tell you something. The women who are working here are all wonderful. They are talented on stage, they look great, move well, but...” she said, pausing. Sal and Marcus remained silent, letting her take a moment. “They may be afraid of screwing up.”
Marcus and Sal both were shocked by this statement.
“What do you mean? How could they be afraid of screwing up?” Marcus stammered.
Sal just nodded his head, but added, “Yeah, explain that to me.”
Claire shifted on her seat slightly, seemingly gaining strength and confidence as she thought for a minute. “Most of the women working here are not what you would call professional women. Many of them are house wives or office workers who are here to find something exciting in their lives. Tasha and I may be the only ones who worked the streets, if you know what I mean. Most of these women don’t know what it means to be turned down, to be rejected or even how to ask a man for their time. I’ve seen most of the women sitting at the bar waiting for someone to come to them. I have tried to show them how to approach the guys, the couples that come in together, asking everyone around me if they need a companion or a private dance. I am beginning to wonder what is going on with some of them.”
The revelation landed on the table with a thump. Both Marcus and Sal looked at Claire processing her words.
Sal looked at his watch, trying to gauge how long he had before the club opened and people started coming in for entertainment. He didn’t have long.
“Claire, would you be interested in helping me teach?” Sal asked, moving to slide out of the booth.
“I’d love to.” she said, glad at someone asking the right questions.
“Good.” The three of them hustled back to the dressing room and Sal took center stage and spoke to everyone.
“Ladies. Claire has told me something that I didn’t know. How many of you are previous dancers, before working here?”
Only two girls raised their hands.
“How many of you used to work in the sex industry, before the WE or even after the WE?”
No one raised their hands at that.
“Now, how many of you used to work in an office job?”
Everyone raised their hands at that question.
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