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Chapter 9: MPA (Part 1)
I jumped out of bed.
Lamar's text was concerning to say the least.
What had I done? What did they know?
As I was naked as the day I was born, with cum dried up on my abs, my forearm, and even my chin, I made the three fingers' hand gesture to the living room's camera so the undercover team would know that I was requiring an urgent call.
As mentioned, they were the only ones able and supposed to contact me.
I stayed near my phone but they had no reaction.
I decided to act on my own and to text Lamar back.
"What's going on? I can be there in like 30 minutes."
"Hurry up then, the boss is here with me."
Hell, Lamar did not seem to be kidding.
I had no news from Peter or anyone else from the Police Department so I hurried in the shower.
There was something inherently odd in going to a strip club before 10 AM.
I tried not to wreck my brain too much as I left and when Peter finally called me back, - I could not register him as a contact but I was made to learn his number -, I did not even pick up the phone since I was already coming around the club anyway.
My bosses had missed their shots to give me their instructions or warnings, so I would just wing it.
I preferred to do things my own way in any case! They had just given me a good excuse.
A part of me was strangely excited at the idea of seeing Artem Kravchenko again.
Even if I was concerned about the outcome of this meeting, I had not thought that I would get the opportunity to see him again so soon.
Besides, in my fucked-up brain and ever since I was a teenager, danger had always been tainted with more thrill than fear.
I enjoyed feeling like I was walking a fine line, it made me feel alive.
I walked in the club anxious, and as it turned out, I was wrong on most of my assumptions.
First of all, Kravchenko was not there.
When Lamar had mentioned the "boss" he was referring to Ferguson, his direct superior and main manager of the Rainbow club.
And second of all, I had not done anything wrong.
Quite the opposite in fact, Ferguson had a special offer to make me.
"Sorry, I have a busy day and it was better to discuss in person." He told me upfront as I shook his chubby hand.
"No problem, I was available. What's going on?"
"Mr. Ferguson has just told me he has a proposal for you." Lamar explained. "I wasn't sure why he wanted to see you until you arrived."
He was apparently surprised by the turn of events as well.
He looked apologetic for having me stressed.
"You're obviously free to decline but I thought you might be interested." Ferguson added.
"Okay, well, I'm here. I'm listening."
"Let's take this in my office. Thank you, Lamar, for your availability."
Understanding that he was no longer welcomed, Lamar nodded politely and left.
I followed Ferguson into a tiny office adjacent to the backstage. He was wearing the same boring suit as he always did, and his office reflected that as well... Dull.
Not a single personal item, not a photograph, not a plant... Not even a window!
Ferguson was a bit too large for that narrow space and he was struggling getting behind his desk and on his chair.
"May I sit?" I asked, being overly cautious and polite.
"Hmmm... Sure. What are you gonna do, keep standing there and looking down on me?"
"No, of course not."
I hastily sat in front of him. He was getting some paperwork on his desk.
"Okay, so, I'll make this short. As you know, the Rainbow is part of a larger group of establishments across the city and beyond. Mister Kravchenko seems to think you'd be a great fit for another bar of his, in the northern districts of the city."
I did not know much about San Antonio but I already knew that those neighborhoods were a bit more heated than downtown.
"Is that good news? I mean, I thought the Rainbow was the best club in the city."
"It is the best gay club, yes. The Sorrow is more of an exclusive place, not everyone is welcomed there."
"The Sorrow?"
"It is intended to a VIP clientele, handpicked by Mister Kravchenko himself."
That was becoming interesting.
"So, I should leave the Rainbow for this other club or rather, bar?"
"Male strippers are not required at the Sorrow every single night so not really. It's more like a special event only. And between you and I, you should consider this as an honor to be invited."
"I do, Sir."
He smiled but Ferguson's smile had nothing friendly or genuine in it, it was more like an ugly grimace.
"Mister Kravchenko's proposal is to have you keep doing your job here now that you've been officially added to the crew, and to have you go to the Sorrow once in a while for an additional fee. May I add that the fee will reflect the more prestigious nature of this establishment."
The name alone of the place, the Sorrow, was sort of chilling, but once again, I was mostly getting high on the adrenaline of this new step in my undercover mission.
The Police Department would certainly be thrilled to know that I was about to infiltrate some sort of a VIP's circle.
"That sounds neat. I trust you guys, I'm up for anything."
"Well, I hope we can trust you too."
He pushed a document towards me.
A non-disclosure agreement.
"What's this?"
"Since the clientele of the Sorrow values discretion above all else, we have to take some measures to ensure you won't go babbling about what's happening there."
The paper mentioned a 100.000$ fine if they could prove that I had discussed activities of the bar to anyone outside of it.
"I have no intention of doing so."
"Fine. You just have to sign there, right next to your name."
"Of course."
I could not argue signing this document since I had to show my good faith.
But there, I made my first real mistake under my false identity.
I signed next to the "Ryan Smith" name, but instead of doing a S for Smith, I started with a B, for Boone.
My hand stopped right there but then; it looked even more suspicious to freeze middle-signing an important document.
"What is it?" Ferguson barked.
I jumped like a child caught eating a candy.
I scratched the B and my signature only looked like an indecipherable scribble.
"Sorry... I... Before I sign this, I should know. What exactly would be expected of me in this bar?"
I thought it was a nice save.
I was not discussing the confidentiality aspect, - this would have shut the door right in my face --, but my question was relevant.
It was even dumb of me not to have asked for this any sooner.
"What do you think, Smith? Showing your body. Stripping!"
"Okay, but... You know, what sort of stripping?"
There he was again with his scary smile.
"The sort when you end-up buck naked or in a sexy attire. Where is this coming from, Girthy Ry? Aren't you the one always eager to show your hard cock bouncing around?"
"I... I just want to be prepared for when I have to performed."
"Unfortunately, Mister Kravchenko is the one deciding what types of show you should perform for each gig so I cannot help you much here."
He stopped and thought for a second.
"Although, I wanted to give you this later but I guess it cannot hurt, I do have a clue of what will be expected for your first performance at the Sorrow."
Ferguson struggled to get up and he fetched something in a locker behind his desk.
I was reassured, the signature incident was already gone in his mind. We had moved to other things.
He got a black latex outfit out of the locker and he handed to me.
"Wow... That looked..."
"Expensive. It is."
The fabric slipping through my fingers, I noticed that it was supposed to be another cop uniform, only this time, it was much raunchier than the one I had at home.
It looked like a one-piece woman bathing suit. A mini short which might as well have been a thong on the bottom continuing with a latex sleeveless top which would for sure glued itself against my chest and my dick.
The things which made me realize it was a cop costume was the hat that came with it and a P.D. badge sewn on the top left.
"Mr. Kravchenko wants me to wear this?"
"He does." Fergusson sighed. "Listen, I don't have all day here, if you're scared about this new gig, I've told you earlier, you're free to decline but I'm not going to beg you to..."
"No, sorry... I... I just wanted to have a general idea about the expectations. I... I'll sign this, right away."
He looked at the document I had scratched my signature on.
"I guess I have to get you another NDA copy. Please, don't ruin the next one. I don't want to bore my assistant with this."
"Of course, my apologies."
He puffed but he did bring me another copy of the NDA which I signed "Smith". I was not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice in a row.
Before I left, Lamar gave me my schedule for the next few days.
"I'm giving you Friday off so you can have a rest day before the Sorrow on Saturday." He explained.
"Thank you, Lamar. I appreciate this."
"Be careful, all right?"
"I will..." I looked at him in the eyes. "Between us, should I be cautious about this?"
Lamar shrugged his shoulders.
"You're not the first stripper the boss wants to borrow for his VIPs events. Go there, have fun, make some good money, just..." Lamar glanced around him and then he whispered. "...The family owning this club has a lot of money and a lot of power, just make sure you don't mess with them and don't do anything stupid."
I gulped.
This was a fair warning but I had every intention to mess with them.
"I... I'll keep that in mind. Thanks Lamar, for everything."
He patted my shoulders.
"You're fine. See you tonight for your routine."
In the next couple of days, I was very much distracted by my upcoming debut at the Sorrow to even care about my performances at the Rainbow.
Trust me, I still performed well.
One could think that being a stripper was marked in my DNA. I was just natural at it, no need to overthink or learn a full routine.
I was doing the same outrageous moves, getting me the same nourished applause every single night.
My colleagues at the club were teasing me about my new gig, and I was hearing all kind of crazy stories about the big local celebrities visiting the exclusive sleazy bar up-north.
Most of them were simply jealous of not never being invited to perform at the Sorrow in the months or years working for the Kravchenko family.
Jake, the bartender, told me that a US senator had been caught there once in the early 2000's and it had been a huge scandal.
Doing some research online and with the help of Peter, I found out that the Sorrow was a very ancient establishment which had always had a nefarious reputation and which had been bought by Andriy Kravchenko, Artem's father, about five years prior.
It was not considered as a gay place per se, more like anything can happen there, from the biggest business deals to the most shameless orgies.
The idea of hooking me up with a mic for my evening there was discussed but it was ultimately considered as too dangerous by the P.D.
By Friday, I was basically dying of boredom and anticipation and I decided to get the tension out of my system by working out extra-hard at the gym.
I also wanted to look as good as possible for the big night.
I came back home exhausted but in no hurry to get back into my lonely apartment.
I guess that timing was on my side because right before I got inside my building, I saw Amber coming from the other side of her street on her bike.
It was one of the hot days of early July and she was wearing a blue mini skirt. She was gorgeous.
Just cycling with these revealing clothes was a risk, any wind-blown could have shown more that anyone would have bargained for.
But Amber knew what she was doing; she for sure liked to be seen and she sounded happy to run into me.
"Ain't that the most famous San Antonio's stripper!"
She exclaimed with a large smile on her pretty face.
She really was the whole package, a thin blondie, fit, with a large breast and a nice ass. Exactly my style.
Kyle's style at the very least, I could not talk for Ryan.
I did not have this piece of information about my undercover identity.
Her remark let me know that she was keeping tabs on my Instagram where I was sharing some of Girthy Ry's performance. I had to for my character to be believable.
Only the G-rated parts were shared of course.
"I don't think a woman selling sex toys would be too shocked by a few stripping gigs."
She hugged me hello.
"Who said I was shocked? How are you doing, Ryan?"
"Pretty well. Not working tonight."
"That's nice, you seem busy enough."
"Yes, I mean, I've just started here, I need to keep myself occupied and make some money. Need some help with that?"
She was once again struggling to park her bike in the allocated space.
"Sure, thank you."
"Always here to help a damsel in distress."
I picked up the bike and took care of it.
"Don't ever call me in distress. I know how to care of myself."
"Sorry, milady, I didn't mean to upset you."
It was all in good fun; she had a grin on her face.
"May I thank you with a drink?" She asked.
I hesitated.
I had already turned down her flirting a couple of times, but that evening, I was not in the mood for going back in an apartment where I would be monitored, by myself, for the entire evening.
Besides, I had never been expressly forbidden to meet people in San Antonio.
As Ryan, I had to make connections for my identity to be viable.
It was any case the story I told myself to accept the drink and this is how I found myself on the fourth floor instead of the fifth, sitting on Amber's couch, a beer in my hand.
"Your place looks very nice."
I did not see a single dildo anywhere; I wondered where she was hiding the toys she was promoting online.
Her apartment looked like straight from a Ikea store.
"You think so? I didn't put that much thought into decorating it."
"You should see mine..."
"A true bachelor's pad I suppose."
"Bachelor's pad... I'm not sure, there hasn't been a single girl there since I moved in."
This was the truth.
"So, you're gay?"
[Chapter 9 continues below]
Chapter 9: MPA (Part 1)
I jumped out of bed.
Lamar's text was concerning to say the least.
What had I done? What did they know?
As I was naked as the day I was born, with cum dried up on my abs, my forearm, and even my chin, I made the three fingers' hand gesture to the living room's camera so the undercover team would know that I was requiring an urgent call.
As mentioned, they were the only ones able and supposed to contact me.
I stayed near my phone but they had no reaction.
I decided to act on my own and to text Lamar back.
"What's going on? I can be there in like 30 minutes."
"Hurry up then, the boss is here with me."
Hell, Lamar did not seem to be kidding.
I had no news from Peter or anyone else from the Police Department so I hurried in the shower.
There was something inherently odd in going to a strip club before 10 AM.
I tried not to wreck my brain too much as I left and when Peter finally called me back, - I could not register him as a contact but I was made to learn his number -, I did not even pick up the phone since I was already coming around the club anyway.
My bosses had missed their shots to give me their instructions or warnings, so I would just wing it.
I preferred to do things my own way in any case! They had just given me a good excuse.
A part of me was strangely excited at the idea of seeing Artem Kravchenko again.
Even if I was concerned about the outcome of this meeting, I had not thought that I would get the opportunity to see him again so soon.
Besides, in my fucked-up brain and ever since I was a teenager, danger had always been tainted with more thrill than fear.
I enjoyed feeling like I was walking a fine line, it made me feel alive.
I walked in the club anxious, and as it turned out, I was wrong on most of my assumptions.
First of all, Kravchenko was not there.
When Lamar had mentioned the "boss" he was referring to Ferguson, his direct superior and main manager of the Rainbow club.
And second of all, I had not done anything wrong.
Quite the opposite in fact, Ferguson had a special offer to make me.
"Sorry, I have a busy day and it was better to discuss in person." He told me upfront as I shook his chubby hand.
"No problem, I was available. What's going on?"
"Mr. Ferguson has just told me he has a proposal for you." Lamar explained. "I wasn't sure why he wanted to see you until you arrived."
He was apparently surprised by the turn of events as well.
He looked apologetic for having me stressed.
"You're obviously free to decline but I thought you might be interested." Ferguson added.
"Okay, well, I'm here. I'm listening."
"Let's take this in my office. Thank you, Lamar, for your availability."
Understanding that he was no longer welcomed, Lamar nodded politely and left.
I followed Ferguson into a tiny office adjacent to the backstage. He was wearing the same boring suit as he always did, and his office reflected that as well... Dull.
Not a single personal item, not a photograph, not a plant... Not even a window!
Ferguson was a bit too large for that narrow space and he was struggling getting behind his desk and on his chair.
"May I sit?" I asked, being overly cautious and polite.
"Hmmm... Sure. What are you gonna do, keep standing there and looking down on me?"
"No, of course not."
I hastily sat in front of him. He was getting some paperwork on his desk.
"Okay, so, I'll make this short. As you know, the Rainbow is part of a larger group of establishments across the city and beyond. Mister Kravchenko seems to think you'd be a great fit for another bar of his, in the northern districts of the city."
I did not know much about San Antonio but I already knew that those neighborhoods were a bit more heated than downtown.
"Is that good news? I mean, I thought the Rainbow was the best club in the city."
"It is the best gay club, yes. The Sorrow is more of an exclusive place, not everyone is welcomed there."
"The Sorrow?"
"It is intended to a VIP clientele, handpicked by Mister Kravchenko himself."
That was becoming interesting.
"So, I should leave the Rainbow for this other club or rather, bar?"
"Male strippers are not required at the Sorrow every single night so not really. It's more like a special event only. And between you and I, you should consider this as an honor to be invited."
"I do, Sir."
He smiled but Ferguson's smile had nothing friendly or genuine in it, it was more like an ugly grimace.
"Mister Kravchenko's proposal is to have you keep doing your job here now that you've been officially added to the crew, and to have you go to the Sorrow once in a while for an additional fee. May I add that the fee will reflect the more prestigious nature of this establishment."
The name alone of the place, the Sorrow, was sort of chilling, but once again, I was mostly getting high on the adrenaline of this new step in my undercover mission.
The Police Department would certainly be thrilled to know that I was about to infiltrate some sort of a VIP's circle.
"That sounds neat. I trust you guys, I'm up for anything."
"Well, I hope we can trust you too."
He pushed a document towards me.
A non-disclosure agreement.
"What's this?"
"Since the clientele of the Sorrow values discretion above all else, we have to take some measures to ensure you won't go babbling about what's happening there."
The paper mentioned a 100.000$ fine if they could prove that I had discussed activities of the bar to anyone outside of it.
"I have no intention of doing so."
"Fine. You just have to sign there, right next to your name."
"Of course."
I could not argue signing this document since I had to show my good faith.
But there, I made my first real mistake under my false identity.
I signed next to the "Ryan Smith" name, but instead of doing a S for Smith, I started with a B, for Boone.
My hand stopped right there but then; it looked even more suspicious to freeze middle-signing an important document.
"What is it?" Ferguson barked.
I jumped like a child caught eating a candy.
I scratched the B and my signature only looked like an indecipherable scribble.
"Sorry... I... Before I sign this, I should know. What exactly would be expected of me in this bar?"
I thought it was a nice save.
I was not discussing the confidentiality aspect, - this would have shut the door right in my face --, but my question was relevant.
It was even dumb of me not to have asked for this any sooner.
"What do you think, Smith? Showing your body. Stripping!"
"Okay, but... You know, what sort of stripping?"
There he was again with his scary smile.
"The sort when you end-up buck naked or in a sexy attire. Where is this coming from, Girthy Ry? Aren't you the one always eager to show your hard cock bouncing around?"
"I... I just want to be prepared for when I have to performed."
"Unfortunately, Mister Kravchenko is the one deciding what types of show you should perform for each gig so I cannot help you much here."
He stopped and thought for a second.
"Although, I wanted to give you this later but I guess it cannot hurt, I do have a clue of what will be expected for your first performance at the Sorrow."
Ferguson struggled to get up and he fetched something in a locker behind his desk.
I was reassured, the signature incident was already gone in his mind. We had moved to other things.
He got a black latex outfit out of the locker and he handed to me.
"Wow... That looked..."
"Expensive. It is."
The fabric slipping through my fingers, I noticed that it was supposed to be another cop uniform, only this time, it was much raunchier than the one I had at home.
It looked like a one-piece woman bathing suit. A mini short which might as well have been a thong on the bottom continuing with a latex sleeveless top which would for sure glued itself against my chest and my dick.
The things which made me realize it was a cop costume was the hat that came with it and a P.D. badge sewn on the top left.
"Mr. Kravchenko wants me to wear this?"
"He does." Fergusson sighed. "Listen, I don't have all day here, if you're scared about this new gig, I've told you earlier, you're free to decline but I'm not going to beg you to..."
"No, sorry... I... I just wanted to have a general idea about the expectations. I... I'll sign this, right away."
He looked at the document I had scratched my signature on.
"I guess I have to get you another NDA copy. Please, don't ruin the next one. I don't want to bore my assistant with this."
"Of course, my apologies."
He puffed but he did bring me another copy of the NDA which I signed "Smith". I was not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice in a row.
Before I left, Lamar gave me my schedule for the next few days.
"I'm giving you Friday off so you can have a rest day before the Sorrow on Saturday." He explained.
"Thank you, Lamar. I appreciate this."
"Be careful, all right?"
"I will..." I looked at him in the eyes. "Between us, should I be cautious about this?"
Lamar shrugged his shoulders.
"You're not the first stripper the boss wants to borrow for his VIPs events. Go there, have fun, make some good money, just..." Lamar glanced around him and then he whispered. "...The family owning this club has a lot of money and a lot of power, just make sure you don't mess with them and don't do anything stupid."
I gulped.
This was a fair warning but I had every intention to mess with them.
"I... I'll keep that in mind. Thanks Lamar, for everything."
He patted my shoulders.
"You're fine. See you tonight for your routine."
In the next couple of days, I was very much distracted by my upcoming debut at the Sorrow to even care about my performances at the Rainbow.
Trust me, I still performed well.
One could think that being a stripper was marked in my DNA. I was just natural at it, no need to overthink or learn a full routine.
I was doing the same outrageous moves, getting me the same nourished applause every single night.
My colleagues at the club were teasing me about my new gig, and I was hearing all kind of crazy stories about the big local celebrities visiting the exclusive sleazy bar up-north.
Most of them were simply jealous of not never being invited to perform at the Sorrow in the months or years working for the Kravchenko family.
Jake, the bartender, told me that a US senator had been caught there once in the early 2000's and it had been a huge scandal.
Doing some research online and with the help of Peter, I found out that the Sorrow was a very ancient establishment which had always had a nefarious reputation and which had been bought by Andriy Kravchenko, Artem's father, about five years prior.
It was not considered as a gay place per se, more like anything can happen there, from the biggest business deals to the most shameless orgies.
The idea of hooking me up with a mic for my evening there was discussed but it was ultimately considered as too dangerous by the P.D.
By Friday, I was basically dying of boredom and anticipation and I decided to get the tension out of my system by working out extra-hard at the gym.
I also wanted to look as good as possible for the big night.
I came back home exhausted but in no hurry to get back into my lonely apartment.
I guess that timing was on my side because right before I got inside my building, I saw Amber coming from the other side of her street on her bike.
It was one of the hot days of early July and she was wearing a blue mini skirt. She was gorgeous.
Just cycling with these revealing clothes was a risk, any wind-blown could have shown more that anyone would have bargained for.
But Amber knew what she was doing; she for sure liked to be seen and she sounded happy to run into me.
"Ain't that the most famous San Antonio's stripper!"
She exclaimed with a large smile on her pretty face.
She really was the whole package, a thin blondie, fit, with a large breast and a nice ass. Exactly my style.
Kyle's style at the very least, I could not talk for Ryan.
I did not have this piece of information about my undercover identity.
Her remark let me know that she was keeping tabs on my Instagram where I was sharing some of Girthy Ry's performance. I had to for my character to be believable.
Only the G-rated parts were shared of course.
"I don't think a woman selling sex toys would be too shocked by a few stripping gigs."
She hugged me hello.
"Who said I was shocked? How are you doing, Ryan?"
"Pretty well. Not working tonight."
"That's nice, you seem busy enough."
"Yes, I mean, I've just started here, I need to keep myself occupied and make some money. Need some help with that?"
She was once again struggling to park her bike in the allocated space.
"Sure, thank you."
"Always here to help a damsel in distress."
I picked up the bike and took care of it.
"Don't ever call me in distress. I know how to care of myself."
"Sorry, milady, I didn't mean to upset you."
It was all in good fun; she had a grin on her face.
"May I thank you with a drink?" She asked.
I hesitated.
I had already turned down her flirting a couple of times, but that evening, I was not in the mood for going back in an apartment where I would be monitored, by myself, for the entire evening.
Besides, I had never been expressly forbidden to meet people in San Antonio.
As Ryan, I had to make connections for my identity to be viable.
It was any case the story I told myself to accept the drink and this is how I found myself on the fourth floor instead of the fifth, sitting on Amber's couch, a beer in my hand.
"Your place looks very nice."
I did not see a single dildo anywhere; I wondered where she was hiding the toys she was promoting online.
Her apartment looked like straight from a Ikea store.
"You think so? I didn't put that much thought into decorating it."
"You should see mine..."
"A true bachelor's pad I suppose."
"Bachelor's pad... I'm not sure, there hasn't been a single girl there since I moved in."
This was the truth.
"So, you're gay?"
[Chapter 9 continues below]
Chapter 9: MPA (Part 2)
I chuckled.
"No. Why?"
"Yu're very hot but you're telling me no girl has seen your flat and well, you do strip in a gay club every night."
"That's a fair assumption, although, I thought you had noticed that I was looking at you in a way no gay man ever would."
I am not really sure what came into me but after weeks of ignoring my desires for women, that night, maybe because of the stress, maybe because I wanted to reassure myself on my sexuality, I fully leaned in and went back to my old flirting ways.
Before this assignment, I was very much a player and I missed this part of my life.
"I wouldn't have noticed; I tend to ignore the man gaze."
She winked and sat right next to me with a mojito she had just made for herself.
"I do wonder how a woman like you can be single."
"Who says that I am?"
"Touché."
She drank a sip.
"I'm not sure if single defines what I am but I am a free woman, that's for sure."
"An independent woman, I like that."
"Who needs a man in their life? I think the world would be a better place if friendships were becoming the core of our social life so we would be all there for each other, without physical attraction being a damn factor and ruining everything."
"What do you mean?"
"Anything to do with sexual attraction or love should be an added bonus in our lives, for the time, often quite short, that it lasts. It's dangerous to rely on such strong and volatile feelings to build an entire life and it often ends up badly. While building a true community with friends, it's be much safer."
That was deep.
I did not expect that from her.
"Wow. I literally never thought of that this way. It makes sense though."
She uncrossed her legs and my attention was lost beneath her blue skirt.
For someone who claimed not paying attention to the male gaze, she did see that.
"What are you looking at?"
"I was... Okay, I'm caught. You're talking about such interesting things about our society and how we all interact with each other and I'm looking at your legs."
"You're a man."
"Yes... Driven by my primal urges."
Funny, it sort of reminded me the only conversation I had had with Artem Kravchenko.
Somehow, everything was bringing me back to him.
"Who am I to judge? I've got my urges too..."
She pulled back her mini-skirt just a bit, revealing more of her sexy thigh.
My cock definitely woke up at the sight.
"Oh, you do? And what sort of urges are you going through right now?" I got even closer to her and my own bare thigh -- I was wearing shorts -- touched hers.
To be fair, we both knew what we were going to do as soon as she invited me over for a drink.
There was no need to pretend like we intended to talk philosophy any further.
It seemed like none of us was looking for something serious, but the both of us were horny as fuck. An explosive combo.
She slid her cold hand beneath my tee-shirt.
She was definitely not afraid to go for what she wanted. She caressed my abs and my pecs underneath my top.
"Your body is... Hmmm... Very nice..." She whispered, feeling me up.
"You're quite fit as well..."
I caressed her legs; I went for the inner thigh.
She was wearing underwear; I was almost surprised by that.
For what I knew, Amber was the type who could have gone full pussy against the bicycle's saddle.
Although, she was definitely not wearing your grandma' pants, she had the tiniest thong on.
I played with the string as we started making out on the couch. She sat on my lap.
Fuck, it had been so long.
I hoped I did not go too hard on her; I practically licked her face with my tongue. She seemed to like it. She bit my lips and made me take my top off.
I loved how perfect her body was, but I loved how she thoroughly enjoyed my own body too.
After the French-kiss, she started licking me down from my neck to my abs while she started rubbing my cock over my shorts.
"Hmmm..."
My dick throbbed underneath my shorts and she looked impressed.
"Damn, you're hiding a monster in there."
"They don't call me Girthy Ry for nothing."
She chuckled.
"Oh please, no stripping reference, I don't wanna know who's the last person who touched that dick."
As a matter of fact, it was Lamar who had jerked me off for our "Thursday Shower Show" at the Rainbow the day prior.
"You're right, that doesn't matter... All that matters is that you'll be the next one to take it deep..."
I helped her remove her own white top, - more like a sport bra than anything else -, and I sucked on her titties before letting her finally uncover my demanding dick.
Believe me, after playing with these juicy, perky, and sizable boobs, my cock was rock-hard and dripping when she got to it.
Okay, I was still attracted by women. That was one question answered.
She kissed the tip and stroked it slowly.
"That's a big boy... Hmmm..."
I pulled her hair so she would not be bothered by it before putting my fat cock in her mouth.
I wondered when blowjob some sort of became mandatory for one-night stands. Porn had probably screwed us all. I could not remember a hook-up when the girl had not sucked me and licked my balls first.
Not that I complain!
But that Friday evening, Amber did better than just a quick blowjob, she deep-throated the hell out of me, not managing to get the entire 8.7. inches of meat I was offering, but getting far enough to have it slam against the back of her throat.
She had quite the gag reflex.
We kissed afterwards and I swallowed some of my precum from her mouth. I did not mind.
She also spat on my face.
She was feisty and I liked it!
It did not take long before I returned the favor and ate her pussy, kneeling at the edge of the couch. I sniffed it like a dog first.
I was like a man who had just come out of prison.
It had been nearly a couple of months since I had not shoved my tongue, fingers, and even less so my cock, inside a warm pussy.
I ate her good and she started moaning until she was downright screaming.
At the very least, we would not bother the upstairs neighbor.
My head between her legs, she smothered me and starting getting all wet. I let one of my fingers linger against her anus, I was testing the waters (or so to speak), and thank God, she was receptive.
I slid my index inside her asshole as I was still searching deep in her vagina with my tongue.
She locked her legs around my head and forced me down her pussy further.
I was completely smothered but I was a happy man.
For good measures, we ended the foreplay with a good old 69, she sucked my dick and even ventured with a little rubbing of my hairy asshole while I was eating her ass and fingering her pussy.
I wanted to fuck every one of her holes. Deliver her an MPA. Mouth, pussy, asshole. In that order.
It was something we used to say with one of my only buddies at the police academy.
She led me to her bedroom and I started with her M.
Face-fucking her against a wall.
I could be a rough fucker when I felt like the girl could handle it and she definitely could.
In fact, she was begging for more.
She drooled all over her prominent breast and then, she used her boobs to jerk my dick some more before we moved on to her P.
I fucked her missionary and cow girl style in her bed.
Despite the fact that I had not fucked a girl in so long, I was not the type to ejaculate prematurely.
I banged her until Amber did not even remember her own name.
Her pussy was the type which could squirt like a geyser. She splashed my own face a couple of times and then we both made out some more.
I would splash her myself later on so this was more than okay.
Obviously, before I nutted on her pretty blond face, I needed to get to her A.
I pounded her tight asshole, - we had to use some lube to get the girthy monster inside but she insisted that we tried -, doggystyle on the carpeted floor.
It was quite challenging at first, but once I was in, she seemed to have even stronger orgasms than when I was deep in her pussy.
I spanked her ass hard as I was drilling her.
Damn, I felt strong and powerful in that instant.
For one moment, I was Kyle again. Alpha, macho fucker, who could pound a babe and who had stamina to last all night if this was what she wanted.
After a while though, she was literally begging for my sperm.
"Please... Hmmm... Ryan, gimme your cum... I want it... Hmmm... I need it..."
"Where do you want it, babe?"
BANG
BANG
BANG
That was the sound of my heavy balls fapping against her little ass.
I wrapped my hand around her neck from behind as she muttered.
"Wherever you want... Hmmm... I'll take it wherever..."
I thrusted my hips one last time to get it in real deep. I was about to explode.
"Come here, beauty."
I pulled back from her now gaping asshole, grabbed her neck and made her go back on her knees.
She was panting.
So was I...
I had also probably sweated more there than during my hardcore working-out session that same afternoon.
I guess sex really is the best work-out!
I stank like hell by the way, but she did not mind my manly scent.
She opened her mouth.
"Cum for me, baby." She begged again.
I slapped my dick against her face.
"I'm so close... Hmmm... Yes, stick out your tongue... Hmmm... Say Aaaaaaaaah."
That was one of my favorite tricks to finish.
Amber happily obliged. Like she was at the doctor office, she said:
"Aaaaaaah..."
I could see deep in her throat as I emptied my creamy juice all over her face and inside her mouth.
I came a ton and the poor woman struggled to swallow, choking herself with my gooey juice.
Frankly, that was just hot as fuck.
And you want to know the best part? She did not even ask me to stay with her afterwards.
Hell, she almost kicked me out of her place once we were done and I was very fine with that.
If I had felt like this could have been anything serious for her, I would have never allowed myself this misdemeanor.
If she did not care about me and only was there for my dick, this was simply perfect.
When I went home, I looked at the latex cop outfit lying on the coffee table.
I had forgotten I had put it there and I laughed at the idea of inviting Amber home instead only to stumble on this.
I had decided that if the Police Department was asking me about my whereabouts that day, I would not mention my sexcapade on the floor below.
Not that it was such a big deal, - it should not have been since it would not compromise at all the mission -, but a part of me wanted to keep something secret from them.
I had not really processed it until that point, but having a group of people I had no idea who they were except for Peter, knew every single one of my moves, had become a burden.
I felt much better being able to have an experience for myself they did not have to know about.
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I chuckled.
"No. Why?"
"Yu're very hot but you're telling me no girl has seen your flat and well, you do strip in a gay club every night."
"That's a fair assumption, although, I thought you had noticed that I was looking at you in a way no gay man ever would."
I am not really sure what came into me but after weeks of ignoring my desires for women, that night, maybe because of the stress, maybe because I wanted to reassure myself on my sexuality, I fully leaned in and went back to my old flirting ways.
Before this assignment, I was very much a player and I missed this part of my life.
"I wouldn't have noticed; I tend to ignore the man gaze."
She winked and sat right next to me with a mojito she had just made for herself.
"I do wonder how a woman like you can be single."
"Who says that I am?"
"Touché."
She drank a sip.
"I'm not sure if single defines what I am but I am a free woman, that's for sure."
"An independent woman, I like that."
"Who needs a man in their life? I think the world would be a better place if friendships were becoming the core of our social life so we would be all there for each other, without physical attraction being a damn factor and ruining everything."
"What do you mean?"
"Anything to do with sexual attraction or love should be an added bonus in our lives, for the time, often quite short, that it lasts. It's dangerous to rely on such strong and volatile feelings to build an entire life and it often ends up badly. While building a true community with friends, it's be much safer."
That was deep.
I did not expect that from her.
"Wow. I literally never thought of that this way. It makes sense though."
She uncrossed her legs and my attention was lost beneath her blue skirt.
For someone who claimed not paying attention to the male gaze, she did see that.
"What are you looking at?"
"I was... Okay, I'm caught. You're talking about such interesting things about our society and how we all interact with each other and I'm looking at your legs."
"You're a man."
"Yes... Driven by my primal urges."
Funny, it sort of reminded me the only conversation I had had with Artem Kravchenko.
Somehow, everything was bringing me back to him.
"Who am I to judge? I've got my urges too..."
She pulled back her mini-skirt just a bit, revealing more of her sexy thigh.
My cock definitely woke up at the sight.
"Oh, you do? And what sort of urges are you going through right now?" I got even closer to her and my own bare thigh -- I was wearing shorts -- touched hers.
To be fair, we both knew what we were going to do as soon as she invited me over for a drink.
There was no need to pretend like we intended to talk philosophy any further.
It seemed like none of us was looking for something serious, but the both of us were horny as fuck. An explosive combo.
She slid her cold hand beneath my tee-shirt.
She was definitely not afraid to go for what she wanted. She caressed my abs and my pecs underneath my top.
"Your body is... Hmmm... Very nice..." She whispered, feeling me up.
"You're quite fit as well..."
I caressed her legs; I went for the inner thigh.
She was wearing underwear; I was almost surprised by that.
For what I knew, Amber was the type who could have gone full pussy against the bicycle's saddle.
Although, she was definitely not wearing your grandma' pants, she had the tiniest thong on.
I played with the string as we started making out on the couch. She sat on my lap.
Fuck, it had been so long.
I hoped I did not go too hard on her; I practically licked her face with my tongue. She seemed to like it. She bit my lips and made me take my top off.
I loved how perfect her body was, but I loved how she thoroughly enjoyed my own body too.
After the French-kiss, she started licking me down from my neck to my abs while she started rubbing my cock over my shorts.
"Hmmm..."
My dick throbbed underneath my shorts and she looked impressed.
"Damn, you're hiding a monster in there."
"They don't call me Girthy Ry for nothing."
She chuckled.
"Oh please, no stripping reference, I don't wanna know who's the last person who touched that dick."
As a matter of fact, it was Lamar who had jerked me off for our "Thursday Shower Show" at the Rainbow the day prior.
"You're right, that doesn't matter... All that matters is that you'll be the next one to take it deep..."
I helped her remove her own white top, - more like a sport bra than anything else -, and I sucked on her titties before letting her finally uncover my demanding dick.
Believe me, after playing with these juicy, perky, and sizable boobs, my cock was rock-hard and dripping when she got to it.
Okay, I was still attracted by women. That was one question answered.
She kissed the tip and stroked it slowly.
"That's a big boy... Hmmm..."
I pulled her hair so she would not be bothered by it before putting my fat cock in her mouth.
I wondered when blowjob some sort of became mandatory for one-night stands. Porn had probably screwed us all. I could not remember a hook-up when the girl had not sucked me and licked my balls first.
Not that I complain!
But that Friday evening, Amber did better than just a quick blowjob, she deep-throated the hell out of me, not managing to get the entire 8.7. inches of meat I was offering, but getting far enough to have it slam against the back of her throat.
She had quite the gag reflex.
We kissed afterwards and I swallowed some of my precum from her mouth. I did not mind.
She also spat on my face.
She was feisty and I liked it!
It did not take long before I returned the favor and ate her pussy, kneeling at the edge of the couch. I sniffed it like a dog first.
I was like a man who had just come out of prison.
It had been nearly a couple of months since I had not shoved my tongue, fingers, and even less so my cock, inside a warm pussy.
I ate her good and she started moaning until she was downright screaming.
At the very least, we would not bother the upstairs neighbor.
My head between her legs, she smothered me and starting getting all wet. I let one of my fingers linger against her anus, I was testing the waters (or so to speak), and thank God, she was receptive.
I slid my index inside her asshole as I was still searching deep in her vagina with my tongue.
She locked her legs around my head and forced me down her pussy further.
I was completely smothered but I was a happy man.
For good measures, we ended the foreplay with a good old 69, she sucked my dick and even ventured with a little rubbing of my hairy asshole while I was eating her ass and fingering her pussy.
I wanted to fuck every one of her holes. Deliver her an MPA. Mouth, pussy, asshole. In that order.
It was something we used to say with one of my only buddies at the police academy.
She led me to her bedroom and I started with her M.
Face-fucking her against a wall.
I could be a rough fucker when I felt like the girl could handle it and she definitely could.
In fact, she was begging for more.
She drooled all over her prominent breast and then, she used her boobs to jerk my dick some more before we moved on to her P.
I fucked her missionary and cow girl style in her bed.
Despite the fact that I had not fucked a girl in so long, I was not the type to ejaculate prematurely.
I banged her until Amber did not even remember her own name.
Her pussy was the type which could squirt like a geyser. She splashed my own face a couple of times and then we both made out some more.
I would splash her myself later on so this was more than okay.
Obviously, before I nutted on her pretty blond face, I needed to get to her A.
I pounded her tight asshole, - we had to use some lube to get the girthy monster inside but she insisted that we tried -, doggystyle on the carpeted floor.
It was quite challenging at first, but once I was in, she seemed to have even stronger orgasms than when I was deep in her pussy.
I spanked her ass hard as I was drilling her.
Damn, I felt strong and powerful in that instant.
For one moment, I was Kyle again. Alpha, macho fucker, who could pound a babe and who had stamina to last all night if this was what she wanted.
After a while though, she was literally begging for my sperm.
"Please... Hmmm... Ryan, gimme your cum... I want it... Hmmm... I need it..."
"Where do you want it, babe?"
BANG
BANG
BANG
That was the sound of my heavy balls fapping against her little ass.
I wrapped my hand around her neck from behind as she muttered.
"Wherever you want... Hmmm... I'll take it wherever..."
I thrusted my hips one last time to get it in real deep. I was about to explode.
"Come here, beauty."
I pulled back from her now gaping asshole, grabbed her neck and made her go back on her knees.
She was panting.
So was I...
I had also probably sweated more there than during my hardcore working-out session that same afternoon.
I guess sex really is the best work-out!
I stank like hell by the way, but she did not mind my manly scent.
She opened her mouth.
"Cum for me, baby." She begged again.
I slapped my dick against her face.
"I'm so close... Hmmm... Yes, stick out your tongue... Hmmm... Say Aaaaaaaaah."
That was one of my favorite tricks to finish.
Amber happily obliged. Like she was at the doctor office, she said:
"Aaaaaaah..."
I could see deep in her throat as I emptied my creamy juice all over her face and inside her mouth.
I came a ton and the poor woman struggled to swallow, choking herself with my gooey juice.
Frankly, that was just hot as fuck.
And you want to know the best part? She did not even ask me to stay with her afterwards.
Hell, she almost kicked me out of her place once we were done and I was very fine with that.
If I had felt like this could have been anything serious for her, I would have never allowed myself this misdemeanor.
If she did not care about me and only was there for my dick, this was simply perfect.
When I went home, I looked at the latex cop outfit lying on the coffee table.
I had forgotten I had put it there and I laughed at the idea of inviting Amber home instead only to stumble on this.
I had decided that if the Police Department was asking me about my whereabouts that day, I would not mention my sexcapade on the floor below.
Not that it was such a big deal, - it should not have been since it would not compromise at all the mission -, but a part of me wanted to keep something secret from them.
I had not really processed it until that point, but having a group of people I had no idea who they were except for Peter, knew every single one of my moves, had become a burden.
I felt much better being able to have an experience for myself they did not have to know about.
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UNDERCOVER
Chapter 10: A night at the Sorrow (Part 1)
Struggling to slide inside the sleeveless latex costume in the backstage of The Sorrow, I had never felt this slutty.
The top was fine, sexy even, but the bottom, with the micro tiny shorts getting in my ass crack, it was simply obscene.
Adding the cap on was just ridiculous.
I guess the outfit said a lot about Artem Kravchenko's taste since he had handpicked it himself.
I hoped that he would like the way I was wearing it.
But for now, he was nowhere to be seen.
Ferguson was the one giving me the instructions.
Once I was done dressing up, he looked at me with a satisfied smirk on his face.
I did not know much about Ferguson aside from the fact that he had been working closely with the Kravchenkos for years.
He was not gay, so his smirk was not the sign of desire or envy, the guy was more likely just making fun of me.
He may have enjoyed seeing a manly guy like me whoring myself out.
Not because he wanted to fuck my ass, but because he needed to feel better than me.
In case you would not have caught on it, I was not a big fan of my boss.
"Your main task tonight is to work behind the bar. Mister Kravchenko should come by with one or a couple friends and once they're here, you should stop everything you're doing to attend to their needs in priority."
"Attend to their needs?"
"Serve them drinks... Mostly. You know how to serve drinks, right?"
I thought back to a miserable experience I had had serving at a wedding in the Summer after senior year of high-school.
I had broken more glasses than I had served that night.
"Hum... I... I guess I can handle it."
Ferguson rolled his eyes.
"I should have known. Strippers are usually better with their dirty asses than with their hands."
See, he was a real prick!
"I'll manage." I said a little more firmly.
"Don't worry, your main job will be to look pretty anyway. There are real bartenders here to take care of the clients. If you have to serve drinks, they'll help you out making them. You can ask Charlie to help, he's a nice guy."
"Okay. I will."
Ferguson looked down on me.
"Turn around, boy."
I hated that I had to follow his stupid commands.
I did though, I had to for the mission.
"The back really suits you." He said, slapping my ass.
I was not naked from the waist down but it was just as if, the shorts were so freaking tiny, my hairy butt was coming out on all sides.
"Is that all?" I asked, unable to hide my annoyance anymore.
"Do a good job, Ryan. If Mister Kravchenko is happy with you, this gig can open a lot of doors for you."
I nodded yes.
Ferguson had no idea of how much I needed to infiltrate said doors.
The truth was, I had made progresses but I had not gathered much information since the undercover mission had started.
I thanked him for his advice and I finally got inside the bar.
The place was much smaller than the Rainbow Club and also much sketchier.
People were smoking while it was supposed to be forbidden in public places, there were a few deem lights in some areas around the bar while some spots remained almost entirely in the dark.
I considered that the Sorrow was an adequate name.
I was looking for Charlie for direction, feeling very self-conscious in my outlandish outfit while the rest of the bar was rather business or fancy clothes only.
At the Rainbow, being dressed like a slut fitted the vibe perfectly, but there, I felt like the (filthy) odd man out.
For a split second, I even wondered if this was not just a whole plan to humiliate me. Some sort of a cruel prank.
Rich men having a good laugh at the poor stripper coming in in a latex uniform, who thought he had really gotten an offer to work at this notorious establishment.
I joined Charlie behind the bar, and thank God, he did not seem surprised to see me like this, neither did he mock me.
Also, the guy looked rather normal.
In his thirties, short black hair with a blue strand on the left side, wearing a black tee shirt with a little tag pinned on his pec which said staff.
"Ryan, is that it?"
"Yes. It's me."
"I'm Charlie." He shook my hand. "Feeling a bit nervous?"
Dang, my palms were sweaty. He could tell.
"You could say that. It's my first time here."
"First of, I need to ask, are you a cop? You know you're legally obligate to tell me if you are."
That took me completely off guards.
How was he suspecting me already?
"What? I... No! I'm just a stripper."
He burst out laughing.
"Chill! I was just joking because of your outfit, Mr. Policeman."
"Oh, this... Yeah, I'm feeling a bit out of place. People look fancy here."
"Don't worry, our customers are also used to see all kind of excentric or exotic things in here. You'd have to do a whole lot to shock any client at the Sorrow."
"Maybe... But I thought, I don't know... I thought the atmosphere would be a little different. I'm used to the Rainbow Club, not to this. I'm kinda wondering what I'm doing here to be honest."
"Things can heat up later in the night. It depends. Don't worry, I'm sure they picked this outfit precisely because it doesn't look so raunchy when you're standing behind the bar. It's the bottom which is sort of... out there."
Again, I was very self-conscious about my ass being almost fully on display.
Charlie took a good look at it and I could not blame him.
"Yes, I suppose. Ferguson also told me I should stay behind the bar until Kravchenko arrives and... Basically, until he asks me to do anything else."
"It's pretty typical. Like, I don't think they expect from you to hold the bar. I'm used to the surprising and, let's say, decorative guests standing next to me. You're cool."
I was decoration, how nice...
I looked around.
"This is definitely an uncommon place."
"That's for sure, but relax, you'll get paid a lot just by just being here and looking sexy."
He had a point there.
It was 9 PM and at this hour, there were no more than twenty clients in the bar.
Looking at them closely, I noticed other exotic things, as Charlie would have said.
Namely, there was a women wearing a latex outfit not too different than mine standing in a corner. All red.
She was mostly in the dark and this is why I had not caught her at first glance, standing in the shadow of five men playing a game of cards, probably poker.
The vibe was certainly strange. People were whispering more than they were talking, there was no much smiling or banter, the prices for the drinks were unbelievably high... It took me a while to feel okay there.
After an hour though, I was more bored than anything else.
I did not mind the sleazy atmosphere, if anything, I enjoyed feeling like I was in an old-school gangster movie, but there was not much to do.
Charlie could handle the bar by himself and the customers seemed to be familiar with him. They barely acknowledged me.
Who cared about the weirdo in the scandalous cop costume?
At some point, the woman in the red latex suit sat on the laps of one of the guys playing poker. A beefy 40 years old daddy with a long beard. He was licking her neck and feeling up her boobs, right there.
The dude looked attractive enough, a muscle beast, I wondered why he needed to pay for prostitutes.
More to the point, I surprised myself finding him hot. I even had dirty thoughts about me taking the spot of the sexy woman.
What the hell?
I also had to wonder, was sitting on another man's laps something I would be asked to do?
As time slowly went by, I was trying to collect and remember as much information as possible.
Who were these people? What were they talking about? Was there money exchanged or any deal made?
Anything could have been useful for the mission but I was not succeeding in getting much intel.
I was too overwhelmed.
Obviously, my focus was greater when eventually, at around 11PM, Artem Kravchenko and a much older man, - easily in his seventies, maybe early eighties -, walked inside the bar.
Kravchenko glanced at me, very briefly, but he went to sit at a reserved table without acknowledging me nor Charlie.
What did I expect?
He was, as per usual, wearing a beige suit.
With his almost white hair, the pale expensive suits were completing his identity.
A few customers nodded at him or shook his hand, as well as the decrepit hand of his guest whom I had no idea who he was.
I knew better than to ask unsolicited questions though.
As Ferguson had mentioned, the Sorrow's clientele was appreciating discretion above all else.
The old man was not walking with a cane but he was not very steady either, like he could have slipped and fallen at any given moment.
It seemed like he could also drop dead any time.
"Hey, newbie, maybe you should go there and ask them if they need anything. You can take an order for two people, right?" Charlie told me.
"Yes, I suppose. What should I do if they ask questions though?"
"You smile politely and you look damn hot. Show them that juicy ass of yours or pull out your cock if you don't know what to do, that should distract them enough!"
I puffed.
I hated it but he was right.
"Okay."
"Just go, I'm pretty sure you're only here to put oldie in a good mood there. You're likely a special present Artem got him for their meeting."
I cringed.
I noticed that Charlie was on a first name basis with Kravchenko which surprised me a little but I did not make any comment.
I walked to their table.
By then, the woman in latex had disappeared, until I realized she was in fact on all fours, blowing some (big!) dicks under the table!
From what I could tell, she had two cocks fighting to get in her mouth at the same time.
I had to refrain from gasping or looking startled.
She was a whore and I was too. That was casual in there.
"Good evening, gentlemen." I told with a not so assured voice.
"Good evening, Girthy Ry." Artem Kravchenko said with a grin.
"How may I help you tonight?"
Would they ask me to get on my knees, to bend over for a spank, or maybe, to blow their cocks? Would I agree to do it?
And if so, would it be because I wanted it or because of the undercover mission?
The old man assessed me from head to toes.
His mouth was semi-opened and I swear, he was drooling a little. Freaking old pervert.
"I'm thirsty." He whispered between his teeth.
That literally gave me chills.
I stood there, not sure of what I was supposed to do or say next.
The man was staring at my crotch. I knew that my dick was visible through the latex. To be fair, my prominent member was very much in the way.
At the very least, I looked great.
"I'll take a scotch." Artem said, lighting up a cigar and proposing one to his guest.
"Make it two. A double for me." The old man eventually told.
He was speaking so softly; I was afraid I had misheard him.
In any case, I did not ask him to repeat. Something about this interaction had thrown me off and I hastily walked back to the bar.
"How did it go? You're still alive it seems like." Charlie teased me.
[Chapter 10 continues below]
Chapter 10: A night at the Sorrow (Part 1)
Struggling to slide inside the sleeveless latex costume in the backstage of The Sorrow, I had never felt this slutty.
The top was fine, sexy even, but the bottom, with the micro tiny shorts getting in my ass crack, it was simply obscene.
Adding the cap on was just ridiculous.
I guess the outfit said a lot about Artem Kravchenko's taste since he had handpicked it himself.
I hoped that he would like the way I was wearing it.
But for now, he was nowhere to be seen.
Ferguson was the one giving me the instructions.
Once I was done dressing up, he looked at me with a satisfied smirk on his face.
I did not know much about Ferguson aside from the fact that he had been working closely with the Kravchenkos for years.
He was not gay, so his smirk was not the sign of desire or envy, the guy was more likely just making fun of me.
He may have enjoyed seeing a manly guy like me whoring myself out.
Not because he wanted to fuck my ass, but because he needed to feel better than me.
In case you would not have caught on it, I was not a big fan of my boss.
"Your main task tonight is to work behind the bar. Mister Kravchenko should come by with one or a couple friends and once they're here, you should stop everything you're doing to attend to their needs in priority."
"Attend to their needs?"
"Serve them drinks... Mostly. You know how to serve drinks, right?"
I thought back to a miserable experience I had had serving at a wedding in the Summer after senior year of high-school.
I had broken more glasses than I had served that night.
"Hum... I... I guess I can handle it."
Ferguson rolled his eyes.
"I should have known. Strippers are usually better with their dirty asses than with their hands."
See, he was a real prick!
"I'll manage." I said a little more firmly.
"Don't worry, your main job will be to look pretty anyway. There are real bartenders here to take care of the clients. If you have to serve drinks, they'll help you out making them. You can ask Charlie to help, he's a nice guy."
"Okay. I will."
Ferguson looked down on me.
"Turn around, boy."
I hated that I had to follow his stupid commands.
I did though, I had to for the mission.
"The back really suits you." He said, slapping my ass.
I was not naked from the waist down but it was just as if, the shorts were so freaking tiny, my hairy butt was coming out on all sides.
"Is that all?" I asked, unable to hide my annoyance anymore.
"Do a good job, Ryan. If Mister Kravchenko is happy with you, this gig can open a lot of doors for you."
I nodded yes.
Ferguson had no idea of how much I needed to infiltrate said doors.
The truth was, I had made progresses but I had not gathered much information since the undercover mission had started.
I thanked him for his advice and I finally got inside the bar.
The place was much smaller than the Rainbow Club and also much sketchier.
People were smoking while it was supposed to be forbidden in public places, there were a few deem lights in some areas around the bar while some spots remained almost entirely in the dark.
I considered that the Sorrow was an adequate name.
I was looking for Charlie for direction, feeling very self-conscious in my outlandish outfit while the rest of the bar was rather business or fancy clothes only.
At the Rainbow, being dressed like a slut fitted the vibe perfectly, but there, I felt like the (filthy) odd man out.
For a split second, I even wondered if this was not just a whole plan to humiliate me. Some sort of a cruel prank.
Rich men having a good laugh at the poor stripper coming in in a latex uniform, who thought he had really gotten an offer to work at this notorious establishment.
I joined Charlie behind the bar, and thank God, he did not seem surprised to see me like this, neither did he mock me.
Also, the guy looked rather normal.
In his thirties, short black hair with a blue strand on the left side, wearing a black tee shirt with a little tag pinned on his pec which said staff.
"Ryan, is that it?"
"Yes. It's me."
"I'm Charlie." He shook my hand. "Feeling a bit nervous?"
Dang, my palms were sweaty. He could tell.
"You could say that. It's my first time here."
"First of, I need to ask, are you a cop? You know you're legally obligate to tell me if you are."
That took me completely off guards.
How was he suspecting me already?
"What? I... No! I'm just a stripper."
He burst out laughing.
"Chill! I was just joking because of your outfit, Mr. Policeman."
"Oh, this... Yeah, I'm feeling a bit out of place. People look fancy here."
"Don't worry, our customers are also used to see all kind of excentric or exotic things in here. You'd have to do a whole lot to shock any client at the Sorrow."
"Maybe... But I thought, I don't know... I thought the atmosphere would be a little different. I'm used to the Rainbow Club, not to this. I'm kinda wondering what I'm doing here to be honest."
"Things can heat up later in the night. It depends. Don't worry, I'm sure they picked this outfit precisely because it doesn't look so raunchy when you're standing behind the bar. It's the bottom which is sort of... out there."
Again, I was very self-conscious about my ass being almost fully on display.
Charlie took a good look at it and I could not blame him.
"Yes, I suppose. Ferguson also told me I should stay behind the bar until Kravchenko arrives and... Basically, until he asks me to do anything else."
"It's pretty typical. Like, I don't think they expect from you to hold the bar. I'm used to the surprising and, let's say, decorative guests standing next to me. You're cool."
I was decoration, how nice...
I looked around.
"This is definitely an uncommon place."
"That's for sure, but relax, you'll get paid a lot just by just being here and looking sexy."
He had a point there.
It was 9 PM and at this hour, there were no more than twenty clients in the bar.
Looking at them closely, I noticed other exotic things, as Charlie would have said.
Namely, there was a women wearing a latex outfit not too different than mine standing in a corner. All red.
She was mostly in the dark and this is why I had not caught her at first glance, standing in the shadow of five men playing a game of cards, probably poker.
The vibe was certainly strange. People were whispering more than they were talking, there was no much smiling or banter, the prices for the drinks were unbelievably high... It took me a while to feel okay there.
After an hour though, I was more bored than anything else.
I did not mind the sleazy atmosphere, if anything, I enjoyed feeling like I was in an old-school gangster movie, but there was not much to do.
Charlie could handle the bar by himself and the customers seemed to be familiar with him. They barely acknowledged me.
Who cared about the weirdo in the scandalous cop costume?
At some point, the woman in the red latex suit sat on the laps of one of the guys playing poker. A beefy 40 years old daddy with a long beard. He was licking her neck and feeling up her boobs, right there.
The dude looked attractive enough, a muscle beast, I wondered why he needed to pay for prostitutes.
More to the point, I surprised myself finding him hot. I even had dirty thoughts about me taking the spot of the sexy woman.
What the hell?
I also had to wonder, was sitting on another man's laps something I would be asked to do?
As time slowly went by, I was trying to collect and remember as much information as possible.
Who were these people? What were they talking about? Was there money exchanged or any deal made?
Anything could have been useful for the mission but I was not succeeding in getting much intel.
I was too overwhelmed.
Obviously, my focus was greater when eventually, at around 11PM, Artem Kravchenko and a much older man, - easily in his seventies, maybe early eighties -, walked inside the bar.
Kravchenko glanced at me, very briefly, but he went to sit at a reserved table without acknowledging me nor Charlie.
What did I expect?
He was, as per usual, wearing a beige suit.
With his almost white hair, the pale expensive suits were completing his identity.
A few customers nodded at him or shook his hand, as well as the decrepit hand of his guest whom I had no idea who he was.
I knew better than to ask unsolicited questions though.
As Ferguson had mentioned, the Sorrow's clientele was appreciating discretion above all else.
The old man was not walking with a cane but he was not very steady either, like he could have slipped and fallen at any given moment.
It seemed like he could also drop dead any time.
"Hey, newbie, maybe you should go there and ask them if they need anything. You can take an order for two people, right?" Charlie told me.
"Yes, I suppose. What should I do if they ask questions though?"
"You smile politely and you look damn hot. Show them that juicy ass of yours or pull out your cock if you don't know what to do, that should distract them enough!"
I puffed.
I hated it but he was right.
"Okay."
"Just go, I'm pretty sure you're only here to put oldie in a good mood there. You're likely a special present Artem got him for their meeting."
I cringed.
I noticed that Charlie was on a first name basis with Kravchenko which surprised me a little but I did not make any comment.
I walked to their table.
By then, the woman in latex had disappeared, until I realized she was in fact on all fours, blowing some (big!) dicks under the table!
From what I could tell, she had two cocks fighting to get in her mouth at the same time.
I had to refrain from gasping or looking startled.
She was a whore and I was too. That was casual in there.
"Good evening, gentlemen." I told with a not so assured voice.
"Good evening, Girthy Ry." Artem Kravchenko said with a grin.
"How may I help you tonight?"
Would they ask me to get on my knees, to bend over for a spank, or maybe, to blow their cocks? Would I agree to do it?
And if so, would it be because I wanted it or because of the undercover mission?
The old man assessed me from head to toes.
His mouth was semi-opened and I swear, he was drooling a little. Freaking old pervert.
"I'm thirsty." He whispered between his teeth.
That literally gave me chills.
I stood there, not sure of what I was supposed to do or say next.
The man was staring at my crotch. I knew that my dick was visible through the latex. To be fair, my prominent member was very much in the way.
At the very least, I looked great.
"I'll take a scotch." Artem said, lighting up a cigar and proposing one to his guest.
"Make it two. A double for me." The old man eventually told.
He was speaking so softly; I was afraid I had misheard him.
In any case, I did not ask him to repeat. Something about this interaction had thrown me off and I hastily walked back to the bar.
"How did it go? You're still alive it seems like." Charlie teased me.
[Chapter 10 continues below]
UNDERCOVER
Chapter 10: A night at the Sorrow (Part 2)
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"A double scotch for the older man and a scotch for Mr. Kravchenko."
"On it."
I was already apprehending going back with the drinks.
For some reason, I felt extremely vulnerable and that man was giving me the creeps.
I had to stay in character though. This was a one-time opportunity and I could not crack. Nor that I could get distracted by the woman now showing her breast to the poker players.
I brought the drinks a couple minutes later and only Kravchenko said thank you.
This time around, the older man did not even look at me. He was scrolling on his phone and I did get to see that he was adding redlines on some sort of a contract.
Obviously, I could not take too much risks and I made sure not to stare at the phone for too long.
In the end, Charlie had been right and I was literally paid for doing nothing most of the night.
I helped him serving some beers just because I did not know what to do with myself.
There was some jazz playing in the background, but after midnight, I felt like it was always the same song playing over and over again.
I was wrong but my ears were not used to this type of music.
The bar got gradually emptier until the group of five guys and the lady in red left altogether, - probably to move on to a proper gangbang -, and only Artem Kravchenko and his guest were there.
At no point, they had paid for their drinks and now, they were just staying for as long as they pleased.
It did seem like a business deal although at some point, the old creepy guy put his hand on Artem's thigh. He was rubbing him slowly.
I was pissed. Not sure if I was jealous or just disgusted that he would do that.
I felt bad for Kravchenko.
I knew that he was a gangster involved in shady businesses but the fact that he had to entertain a seventy-something man to have him sign whatever document was just sad.
"Looks like they have no intention to go. Is it fine by you if I go backstage while they finish? You can come to get me if you need anything and when they're ready to leave so I can close the bar." Charlie told me.
"Isn't there a closing time?"
"Not when Artem is here. It's his place, he can stay 24/7 if he likes."
"Yeah... Okay, I think I'll be fine."
"Thanks Ryan, it was nice to meet you and to work with you tonight."
Charlie gave a last glance at my exposed butt and he left.
For the first time, I wondered if he was gay himself. Not that he would matter. If anything, the last weeks had made me much more open-minded.
I stayed there, trying not to look while still looking at the two men discussing and drinking.
It was past 3:30 AM and I was almost falling asleep.
I thought the undercover mission and that particular night would be more exciting. I missed the Rainbow and twerking my bare ass to an audience.
Finally, right before 4 AM, the two men stood up, hugged, and they left the bar together.
"Good night, gentlemen." I spoke.
The old man mumbled something I did not understand but Artem did reply to me.
"Good night, Ryan."
I had learnt nothing of interest and I was not too sure I had advanced in any way in the mission.
I was bummed and I felt silly, sweating in my outfit.
I could not wait to get out of it. Latex can be fun but right there, I was just tired.
I was walking towards the staff area to get Charlie and call it a night when I heard the entrance door opening again behind me.
I jumped as I did not expect it.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Artem Kravchenko apologized.
He had come back.
For what?
For me?
"That's fine. I... I was about to get Charlie to close the bar but if you want one last drink, you're more than welcomed."
"I just wanted to thank you for your work tonight. I know I've made you stay late and it must have been pretty dull staying behind that bar with nothing to do."
"It was fine." I lied.
"Good. You'll be paid the extra hours."
I thought I had to say something, the right thing to finally break into him.
"Thank you, Sir. Has the evening gone the way you were hoping for?"
"Sort of. I wished I had gotten rid of that old brick sooner though." He smiled.
It was strange to see Artem Kravchenko getting out of his character to say something a bit more sincere.
Or at the very least, something I was interpreting as sincere.
"The old brick seems to like you."
"He certainly does."
"You're sure you don't want another scotch?"
He bit his lips.
I have to say it, he looked incredibly sexy. Much more than the woman looking like a pornstar from earlier, or the bulky guy who was with her.
"Arf... Maybe if you drink with me?"
Artem sat on a stool at the bar and I joined him.
It seemed like the night would not be such a waste of time after all.
"It's my pleasure." I replied, pouring the drinks.
"You smoke?"
He proposed a cigar.
"I don't."
"Good. You'll live longer."
"You don't care about living a long life?" I asked as he dragged on his cigar.
"I don't think that's really an option for me anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say that I have too many enemies to live a long and happy life. In the meantime, I'm just trying to enjoy it as best as I can."
"That was what you were doing tonight, enjoying it?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"Tonight was about work. I have some duties and I do my best to honor them."
He had drunk a lot of alcohol all throughout the night but he did not seem inebriated.
"You seem like you do have a lot of duties to perform."
I did not have to fake empathizing with him. I truly was.
"You know what Spiderman says? With great powers comes great responsibilities." He chuckled.
"And you do have a lot of power."
"You do too. Beauty is probably the highest form of power."
I was flustered.
"You're much more handsome and charismatic than I ever will be."
Once again, I was genuine there.
For me, Artem Kravchenko was standing out compared to anyone and especially compared to me.
"Are you flirting with me?" He asked.
"I don't know. Maybe."
He took my hand.
My heart skipped a bit.
I wondered, and if, contrary to what Charlie had said, I was not a present for his client, but a present for him to enjoy personally?
"I wish I could invite you home, Ryan."
"What is preventing you to do so?"
Crazily enough, I would have happily said yes to such invitation.
Slowly, I was realizing that handling the weird way Artem Kravchenko was making me feel would turn out to be the hardest part of my mission.
I did not recognize myself when I was with him.
There was this odd and unfamiliar chemistry.
"The fact that you would accept. You would have to, to keep your job, to maybe even get better gigs, or simply, because you would feel like this is an offer you cannot refuse."
"Couldn't I accept an invitation just because I want to? Because I like you?"
He smiled.
We were still holding hands. It was my first time doing this with another man.
"You're a straight man. I know it. And that's certainly my biggest flaw in life. Why do I consistently have to be attracted to the straight boys?"
"I thought sexuality and attraction were all a spectrum. At the very least, I believe that."
"Maybe..."
"And who says I would accept the invitation anyway? I'm not an easy guy." I winked at him.
His smile grew larger now, it was definitely more genuine.
"You're smarter than I thought, then."
"What if I was the one inviting you to dinner?" I asked.
"A date?"
"We could go as friends."
I correctly assumed that a man like Artem Kravchenko did not have many friends.
"Why not? But I'll have to be the one sending the invite. I'm thankful for your work and your... your presence."
"Okay then, that's a deal."
I could barely hold his gaze.
We were not doing anything sexual, but just like in the private room at the Rainbow, the sexual tension was cutting through the air.
"For now, I think I'll just go back to the loft by myself."
"Oh... Poor rich man." I teased him.
"Touché."
He finally let go of my hand but he was looking at me a bit more cheekily.
We had made progress, for sure.
"Do you want me to call you a cab?" I suggested.
"I have my chauffeur, but thank you."
Sometimes, I did forget that he was THAT rich.
"Of course, you do."
"I'll may be seeing you for dinner then... I have your number. Take care of yourself, Ryan."
"Bye, Artem."
I used his first name. Another step.
He left me behind and once again, he had not tried anything.
Artem Kravchenko turned out to be a gentleman through and through, and I turned out to be much more into this flirtatious game than what I could have ever imagined.
[To be continued]
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Chapter 10: A night at the Sorrow (Part 2)
"A double scotch for the older man and a scotch for Mr. Kravchenko."
"On it."
I was already apprehending going back with the drinks.
For some reason, I felt extremely vulnerable and that man was giving me the creeps.
I had to stay in character though. This was a one-time opportunity and I could not crack. Nor that I could get distracted by the woman now showing her breast to the poker players.
I brought the drinks a couple minutes later and only Kravchenko said thank you.
This time around, the older man did not even look at me. He was scrolling on his phone and I did get to see that he was adding redlines on some sort of a contract.
Obviously, I could not take too much risks and I made sure not to stare at the phone for too long.
In the end, Charlie had been right and I was literally paid for doing nothing most of the night.
I helped him serving some beers just because I did not know what to do with myself.
There was some jazz playing in the background, but after midnight, I felt like it was always the same song playing over and over again.
I was wrong but my ears were not used to this type of music.
The bar got gradually emptier until the group of five guys and the lady in red left altogether, - probably to move on to a proper gangbang -, and only Artem Kravchenko and his guest were there.
At no point, they had paid for their drinks and now, they were just staying for as long as they pleased.
It did seem like a business deal although at some point, the old creepy guy put his hand on Artem's thigh. He was rubbing him slowly.
I was pissed. Not sure if I was jealous or just disgusted that he would do that.
I felt bad for Kravchenko.
I knew that he was a gangster involved in shady businesses but the fact that he had to entertain a seventy-something man to have him sign whatever document was just sad.
"Looks like they have no intention to go. Is it fine by you if I go backstage while they finish? You can come to get me if you need anything and when they're ready to leave so I can close the bar." Charlie told me.
"Isn't there a closing time?"
"Not when Artem is here. It's his place, he can stay 24/7 if he likes."
"Yeah... Okay, I think I'll be fine."
"Thanks Ryan, it was nice to meet you and to work with you tonight."
Charlie gave a last glance at my exposed butt and he left.
For the first time, I wondered if he was gay himself. Not that he would matter. If anything, the last weeks had made me much more open-minded.
I stayed there, trying not to look while still looking at the two men discussing and drinking.
It was past 3:30 AM and I was almost falling asleep.
I thought the undercover mission and that particular night would be more exciting. I missed the Rainbow and twerking my bare ass to an audience.
Finally, right before 4 AM, the two men stood up, hugged, and they left the bar together.
"Good night, gentlemen." I spoke.
The old man mumbled something I did not understand but Artem did reply to me.
"Good night, Ryan."
I had learnt nothing of interest and I was not too sure I had advanced in any way in the mission.
I was bummed and I felt silly, sweating in my outfit.
I could not wait to get out of it. Latex can be fun but right there, I was just tired.
I was walking towards the staff area to get Charlie and call it a night when I heard the entrance door opening again behind me.
I jumped as I did not expect it.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Artem Kravchenko apologized.
He had come back.
For what?
For me?
"That's fine. I... I was about to get Charlie to close the bar but if you want one last drink, you're more than welcomed."
"I just wanted to thank you for your work tonight. I know I've made you stay late and it must have been pretty dull staying behind that bar with nothing to do."
"It was fine." I lied.
"Good. You'll be paid the extra hours."
I thought I had to say something, the right thing to finally break into him.
"Thank you, Sir. Has the evening gone the way you were hoping for?"
"Sort of. I wished I had gotten rid of that old brick sooner though." He smiled.
It was strange to see Artem Kravchenko getting out of his character to say something a bit more sincere.
Or at the very least, something I was interpreting as sincere.
"The old brick seems to like you."
"He certainly does."
"You're sure you don't want another scotch?"
He bit his lips.
I have to say it, he looked incredibly sexy. Much more than the woman looking like a pornstar from earlier, or the bulky guy who was with her.
"Arf... Maybe if you drink with me?"
Artem sat on a stool at the bar and I joined him.
It seemed like the night would not be such a waste of time after all.
"It's my pleasure." I replied, pouring the drinks.
"You smoke?"
He proposed a cigar.
"I don't."
"Good. You'll live longer."
"You don't care about living a long life?" I asked as he dragged on his cigar.
"I don't think that's really an option for me anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say that I have too many enemies to live a long and happy life. In the meantime, I'm just trying to enjoy it as best as I can."
"That was what you were doing tonight, enjoying it?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"Tonight was about work. I have some duties and I do my best to honor them."
He had drunk a lot of alcohol all throughout the night but he did not seem inebriated.
"You seem like you do have a lot of duties to perform."
I did not have to fake empathizing with him. I truly was.
"You know what Spiderman says? With great powers comes great responsibilities." He chuckled.
"And you do have a lot of power."
"You do too. Beauty is probably the highest form of power."
I was flustered.
"You're much more handsome and charismatic than I ever will be."
Once again, I was genuine there.
For me, Artem Kravchenko was standing out compared to anyone and especially compared to me.
"Are you flirting with me?" He asked.
"I don't know. Maybe."
He took my hand.
My heart skipped a bit.
I wondered, and if, contrary to what Charlie had said, I was not a present for his client, but a present for him to enjoy personally?
"I wish I could invite you home, Ryan."
"What is preventing you to do so?"
Crazily enough, I would have happily said yes to such invitation.
Slowly, I was realizing that handling the weird way Artem Kravchenko was making me feel would turn out to be the hardest part of my mission.
I did not recognize myself when I was with him.
There was this odd and unfamiliar chemistry.
"The fact that you would accept. You would have to, to keep your job, to maybe even get better gigs, or simply, because you would feel like this is an offer you cannot refuse."
"Couldn't I accept an invitation just because I want to? Because I like you?"
He smiled.
We were still holding hands. It was my first time doing this with another man.
"You're a straight man. I know it. And that's certainly my biggest flaw in life. Why do I consistently have to be attracted to the straight boys?"
"I thought sexuality and attraction were all a spectrum. At the very least, I believe that."
"Maybe..."
"And who says I would accept the invitation anyway? I'm not an easy guy." I winked at him.
His smile grew larger now, it was definitely more genuine.
"You're smarter than I thought, then."
"What if I was the one inviting you to dinner?" I asked.
"A date?"
"We could go as friends."
I correctly assumed that a man like Artem Kravchenko did not have many friends.
"Why not? But I'll have to be the one sending the invite. I'm thankful for your work and your... your presence."
"Okay then, that's a deal."
I could barely hold his gaze.
We were not doing anything sexual, but just like in the private room at the Rainbow, the sexual tension was cutting through the air.
"For now, I think I'll just go back to the loft by myself."
"Oh... Poor rich man." I teased him.
"Touché."
He finally let go of my hand but he was looking at me a bit more cheekily.
We had made progress, for sure.
"Do you want me to call you a cab?" I suggested.
"I have my chauffeur, but thank you."
Sometimes, I did forget that he was THAT rich.
"Of course, you do."
"I'll may be seeing you for dinner then... I have your number. Take care of yourself, Ryan."
"Bye, Artem."
I used his first name. Another step.
He left me behind and once again, he had not tried anything.
Artem Kravchenko turned out to be a gentleman through and through, and I turned out to be much more into this flirtatious game than what I could have ever imagined.
[To be continued]
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Omg so cute! Something about the romance and tension is so hot!!
perrito78
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Awesome new Chapters--your writing is excellent and the characters come to life--its like we are there with them.
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