Chapter 6

Frank sat at his desk, reviewing a stack of printed reports—hard copies of the latest business numbers. The figures from New York were finally trending upward. Sal had been engaging more members, encouraging them to use the VIP lounges, and the resulting boost in income was making his ideas look better than ever.

He stretched and smiled. Then with a quiet shout, he pumped his fists in victory.

Oh baby, I’m so proud of you. Lisa and Jane said. Veronica sent more than that, making his dick hard in his pants and suddenly wanting to celebrate with his mates. Victory in business felt like victory in life.

He left his office and walked across the hall to Lisa’s office, but she wasn’t at her desk like he had hoped.

Lisa honey, where are you?

Down stairs, in the club, making sure our customers know all about the services and facilities we have available to them.

Well done honey. he said then continued downstairs thinking that his other wife Veronica could celebrate with him.

She was sitting in a booth with several other dancers between sets. All of the girls smiled at him as he stood in front of them.

“Frank!” they all said happily. Veronica gave him a coy smile knowing what he wanted and from whom.

“Ladies. How are all of you? Busy? Happy?” he asked, making eye contact with each of them one by one and shaking their hands one at a time.

“We’re all fine Frank.”

“Quite well.”

“Are you giving out foot rubs?”

They all giggled at that last statement, but generally, they all agreed that they were fine.

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. Ronny, may I have some of your time?” He said, looking among the dancers but asking Veronica directly his question.

She smiled and scooted out of the booth to take his arm.

“So what’s brought you down to the club level honey?” she asked him as they moved away from the other dancers.

“I...” he said then paused when a customer and dancer walked past. “I’m feeling really good and wanted to celebrate. How would you feel about dancing for me here in the club?”

Veronica smiled and moved up against him. She lowered her voice and said “I’ll dance for you anytime, all you have to do is ask my big, strong, sexy husband.”

“Then, would you dance for me?” he asked, pulling her close and giving her bottom a playful squeeze.

She laughed and took his hand, leading him toward the private dance booths. Her hips moved freely, the sway of her walk deliberately exaggerated to draw his eyes. He had seen her bottom countless times over the years—had swatted it, held her hips in his hands as they made love with their other wives—but this felt different. Professional, yet undeniably sensual.

As they approached a booth, she spoke to him through their link, Play along. Two simple words that told him exactly what to do while they were here.

She stopped at a booth, pushed him to sit down and she plopped onto his lap with a playful giggle.

“So mister, I didn’t catch your name.” she said, acting the part of an unknown woman to him.

“Frank. My name is Frank.” He said honestly while playing the part she had asked of him.

“Well Frank. I’m Ronny. It is nice to meet you. What brings you to Club Velvet?”

He smiled, still playing a part. “I’ve had some business success and I wanted to celebrate. So, I came here.”

“Really? I’m so glad to hear that.” she said, then took his hand and looked at his triple wedding ring set on his left hand. “Why not go home to your wife?”

“They are all at work.”

Veronica/Ronny laughed. “Well, since you are here. How much celebrating do you want to do? I can give you a three song dance for only 60, but I’d be willing to have sex with you for ... say 500.”

Frank smiled at the numbers, if she was charging that much money to regular people, that would explain why she makes so much money on a monthly basis. “I’m feeling so good, I’ll take the 500.”

She smiled, moved off his lap and started dancing for him. She didn’t ask for his card, even though Frank had half expected her to do so. She was wearing a very small skirt that just covered her hips; it was more like a wide belt than a skirt, but skirt was the only word Frank had at the moment as most of the blood in his body left his brain and headed to his lap.

Veronica/Ronny was wearing a shiny silver halter shirt, very reminiscent of the one from ‘Trading Places’ made famous by Jamie Lee Curtis, and Frank only thought of that since it had been on the TV recently and the pack had relaxed together in bed watching it one evening.

Veronica/Ronny moved to the music, letting it wash over her while Frank sat marveling at the way she moved. She turned away from his, arms going to her hair, letting it fall out of the hair clip, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She then turned back to Frank and moved to him, resting her arms on his shoulders, she leaned in and kissed him softly, merely brushing her lips against his. She pulled back and smiled at him, a smile hot enough to melt steel, then leaned in again and kissed him some more, but this time it was firmer with plenty of tongue. Her hands were in his hair, scratching his scalp and playing with his hair.

She broke the kiss, moved away, moving to the floor to show off her bottom and legs before she sat up and untied the string around her chest making a big deal of untying it. Her halter shirt loosened but didn’t open all the way, her nipples keeping the shirt from opening fully. Her nipples were hard little nubs, poking out and holding the shirt in place.

She swayed to the music, arms up, making her breasts shift and move to the music.

Frank was enthralled by her display. She had been beautiful, sexy, enticing at home, but this was on a whole new level.