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Undercover - Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2025-01-04 11:00:03 +0000 UTCUNDERCOVER
Chapter 12: Dinner Date
I was a wreck.
I was as nervous as I had been for my very first date, back in high school.
My palms were sweaty, I had thought about what to wear for hours, I had run scenarios regarding what would happen, what could go wrong (so many things!), and what we may talk about.
I had hardly slept which was very unlike me…
Like the most annoying teenage girl, I had run fake dialogues in my head for most of the preceding night.
The last time I had seen Artem at the Sorrow, he had made it easy.
He had literally gotten me the (scandalous) outfit to wear and I had clear instructions on what I was supposed to be doing.
Basically, I was there to provide the eye candy for his clients and that was it.
This Friday night though, it was no longer about work.
At the very least, not for Artem.
For me, I had never been more focused on my job.
The warnings from Peter about the undercover mission failing were also running through my mind and making me worried.
I was not there to have fun but to gain information.
I was anxiously pacing around in a nearby street to arrive at the restaurant right on time.
I did not want to be early, and I definitely did not want to be late.
Although, maybe there was an etiquette about arriving five minutes late to a date that I did not know about.
Just like it is supposedly polite not to arrive right on time when you are a guest at someone’s place, to make sure they are ready.
I was a ball of nerves but to be fair, in my previous life as Kyle, I was not used to date much.
My type was more of finding a hot chick in a bar or at the club and taking her home right away, or banging her in the public restrooms.
Fancy dinners were not really my style. Especially not with another man.
That was definitely a first.
At 7:30 sharp, I walked towards the restaurant, trying to appear confident.
In the end, I had picked a white pullover and a pair of tight jeans to wear.
I did not know how to dress fancy and it would not have been me if I had tried too hard anyway.
I still hoped that I looked good.
I had been told that my ass was quite enhanced in those jeans meaning that it could not be a bad choice. Right?
It was a bit chilly outside for the season so I got in and I told the host that someone had booked a table.
“What name?”
“Kravchenko.”
The man frowned.
He was very old-fashioned, and very old, period. A very tall black man with grey hair, barely no eyebrow and countless wrinkles on his forehead.
He was also wearing glasses with the thickest glass I had seen in my entire life.
If you want my opinion, a man his age should have been retired for a long time.
“Andriy Kravchenko booked a table for you?”
He scanned me from head to toes.
Judgmental prick, I thought.
“His son, Artem…. I mean, I think so. We were supposed to meet here.”
“You think so, hmm?” The man went through a list on the counter. “I don’t have anything here. Please, wait on the side. I’ll come back to you.”
This was fairly humiliating.
What if I had been stood up?
We had not talked or texted with Artem since his message with the address and the time of rendezvous.
I stepped aside.
A few people who were looking much better than I did started walking in the restaurant and I felt even more so like an intruder.
Clearly, I did not belong to this kind of places.
The host had not asked me to leave but it was even worse to stand on the side like an idiot.
Maybe I should have understood the hint and took it upon myself to get the hell out of there?
At 7:45, I was seriously considering it.
I did not even dare to text Artem; I was too afraid to look like a fool if he had completely forgotten about me.
Given all the important meetings he must have been taking all day long, I was definitely not his priority.
The stakes were high and I felt myself sweating in my clothes, which did not help.
If nothing happened with Artem that night, I could probably say good bye to my undercover mission.
At 7:55, I went back to talk to the host, feeling awful.
“Sir, I think I should go. My… Hum… My friend doesn’t seem to be coming.”
“Wait here.” He told me abruptly.
Or what I considered to be abrupt.
I was on the edge and not in the mood to take any shit from anyone at this point.
“You think I’m your employee or something? What the hell, man?”
If you were wondering, that was my true Kyle personality coming back. Impulsive and hot-blooded.
The host rolled his eyes.
“You may do whatever you please, young man, but this is the instruction I have from Mr. Kravchenko himself.”
I was taken aback.
“Oh. Did he call?”
“Mr. Kravchenko is a friend of the restaurant. He does not have to book a table to be welcomed here. When you told us you were his guest, we asked him if he intended to come and he said yes. I assume Mr. Kravchenko wants to spend that dinner with you, so I assume you want to stay put.”
I gulped.
I tended to forget how rich and powerful Artem really was.
“I’ll stay put then.”
And sure enough, about ten minutes later, Artem finally arrived with his chauffeur.
Before I got to see him though, the staff of the establishment made sure that I was indeed the right person he had a dinner with.
I must have really not looked the part.
Artem, on his side, was very stylish in a beige three-piece suit with a grey tie.
As always, there was no faux pas in the clothes he was wearing, the way he was combing his hair or the way he was addressing people.
In many respects, he looked like someone in constant representation, like a celebrity promoting a movie and doing a press junket.
He smiled at me when he saw me in the corner and he instantly appeared much more approachable.
“My apologies for being late. I hope they didn’t give you a hard time.” He said, hugging me.
With the way I held his back a bit too tight, I tried to show that I did not intend for this to just be a friendly dinner.
“No. They looked surprised that I was with you but that’s all right.”
“No reason for them to be surprised.”
A waiter led us to our table.
“I’m worried that if I say anything, you could have them fired.” I added once we were seated.
“I don’t own this place. I couldn’t fire anyone here.”
The waiter was now overly polite and gracious with me.
Artem immediately ordered some wine. Their “best bottle” obviously.
“They do seem very eager to please you. Not everyone has a set table in a place like that…” I pointed out.
Artem smiled.
He did look so much better when he was showing his softer side.
“They don’t care about me. They simply don’t want to displease my father.”
“Why?”
“That doesn’t matter. Let’s not talk about my old man right now.”
Funny thing was, I had not asked the question for the sake of the undercover mission, although, it was obviously what I needed to do, learning more about Andriy Kravchenko’s activities.
I was genuinely curious about Artem.
“Let’s forget about your father then. What have you been doing today?”
“You mean, why was I late?”
I chuckled.
“Yes, basically.”
“Annoying work issues. Work is pretty much all I’ve been doing lately. Pretty dull.”
“I don’t think it’s dull. What are you doing exactly?”
Once again, I was curious and it was a very normal question for a date or whatever it was we were doing.
But just like he had for the question about his father, Artem deflected.
“Business meetings essentially. Trust me, nothing interesting in that. I’m more interested in what you do. Tell me about you, Ryan.”
“Me? You know what I do. Do I need to remind you that I work for you?”
“I’m not your direct boss.”
“I guess we can say that…”
“Okay. You get naked for money.” He smirked. “But that doesn’t define you entirely, I assume.”
“I’m not that complicated, I don’t work multiple jobs or do crazy hours like you. I’m just a guy who wants to make some bucks and enjoy life in a cool city. People worry way too much about career and stuff.”
“You’re probably right. Why San Antonio though? Do you know anyone here? What about your family and friends?”
I had prepped for this.
For weeks, I had been rehearsing what was the story of Ryan.
“Why not San Antonio? I like the vibes here and it’s not too far away from Dallas where I’m from. Back there, I had more problems than friends anyway. Besides, people are more open-minded in here, much more opportunities for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you seen the number of strip-clubs in this town?”
“I have. As a matter of fact, I own a few of them.”
Artem winked at me.
“See. You contribute to the openness of San Antonio. Congratulations” I joked.
“So, for you, openness means sex or depravity?”
He was getting a little too deep for me.
No pun intended.
“I’m just saying, I felt bored and a bit out of place in Dallas. I feel better here.”
This statement, and despite the strangeness of the situation I was in due to my false identity, was true for the most part.
Being a paper pusher cop back in Dallas compared to being an undercover stripper in San Antonio, there was no question as to what job I enjoyed the most.
I mentioned the nervousness earlier, but I could have also mentioned the thrills I was feeling doing this.
Looking in Artem’s piercing blue eyes, I was definitely getting all the feels.
“I can relate to that. New is often exciting. Is this why you wanna try guys?”
He was straight to the point.
The waiter came to our table with some wine which gave me a bit of time to think about my next answer.
Oddly, it was not too difficult to lie. Not at all in fact.
I had been living as Ryan for an entire month and it was like he was me and I was him at this point.
Besides, the story of a straight guy wanting to try new things with other men definitely rang a bell, undercover mission or not.
“I don’t want to try guys. That’s not how I see things anyway. I’m just going where life takes me.”
“But you’re here, with me.”
“You’re not just a guy.”
For the first time, I felt like I had startled him. Just a bit.
I may have had a lot of shortcomings but I knew how to flirt. I had always had.
Artem did not find a way to come up with a smart answer and instead, he changed the topic once again.
“How’s been your time at the Rainbow so far?”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about work.”
There, I started doing something bold. I slightly moved my leg to rub my ankle against his.
We had no time to waste.
Artem was strong-minded because he did not show any kind of reaction. He just responded to my rubbing by returning the favor.
It was our dirty secret as we ordered the food to the oblivious waiter.
“You’re my guest, obviously.” Artem specified.
We were in a restaurant where there was no price on the menu which meant a lot regarding the probably outrageous prices.
I never knew how much that dinner had cost but more than a thousand dollar in total for sure.
I could get used to that. The food was delicious.
Aside from the discreet bonding under the table, we ended up talking about everything and anything during dinner.
We both criticized reality television, we laughed over the craziest requests from clients at the Sorrow, and we had an intense discussion over the rise of religion conservatism in America.
We spent hours in the restaurant and it literally flew by.
I had projected a lot of thoughts on that dinner but I had never really considered the idea that I might truly enjoy it, which I did.
By the end of it, I had completely forgotten about the plan or the actual purpose of all of this.
It felt like I had been on a real-ass genuine date.
Artem had appreciated it as well because I could see he was ignoring multiple phone calls while we were chatting.
When we ordered desserts, - strawberry jam cake -, the conversation returned to something more flirtatious.
“You look like you’re hot with that pullover.” Artem said with a cheeky smile.
“Don’t mock me. I didn’t know how to dress for this.”
“I’m not teasing you. You look handsome. I’m just worried about you. You must be heating up.”
I bit my lower lip.
“I’m very hot, yes, but I don’t think this is anything to do with what I’m wearing.”
At this exact moment, Artem made a move and held my hand.
I could have denied it until this very point, I could have told stories to myself, but there, the sparks in my stomach, the heatwave in the rest of my body, the heart beating in my chest, the tingles running through my cock…
There was no more lying to myself.
I felt an intense reaction inside of me as soon as the contact happened.
“Do you want to undress?” He asked, in an almost imperceptible whisper.
“I…”
He tightened his hold on my hand.
I felt like an idiot, completely overwhelmed by this innocuous gesture.
Why was I so damn flustered by this man?! By a man?! That had never happened.
Artem removed his hand.
“I have a late night of work ahead of me but quite frankly, I think I could use a break if you want to prolong this dinner.”
“I do!” I replied, a bit too hastily, a bit too loud.
He laughed.
“Oh, really?”
“I mean… Sorry, maybe I’ve drunk a bit too much of this wine. I feel all… Fuzzy.”
“You’re okay?”
“I’m fine, more than fine. I… I’m having a very nice time. Really.”
Even with girls, I had never been this romantic… Or pathetic? I will let you be the judge of that.
As I mentioned earlier, I was more a one-night-stand (and one night only!) kind of dudes.
“I’m happy to ask my chauffeur to bring you home if you had too much wine.”
Artem really wanted me to show my cards.
“I don’t wanna go home.”
“Do you wanna come to my place instead? For one last drink?”
I nodded yes.
And then we did.
Well, we did go to his place but in the end, we did not have another drink.
I may have been a little startled but I was not that romantic.
As soon as we stepped foot in his luxurious penthouse, - Artem was living by himself on the entire floor on the last story of an old building downtown -, I grabbed his shoulders and I pushed him against the wall.
“You’re feisty.” He muttered, kissing me.
If the hand holding had given me shivers, I let you imagine what his tongue in my mouth did to me.
“You have no idea.”
I replied, licking his neck.
I noticed his perfume.
I had not paid attention before, he was not putting much onto him, but there, in the hollow of his shoulder, I could smell the fragrance.
Intoxicating scent.
As I was kissing him and struggling to remove his clothes, and especially the damn tie, - I was not used to that shit -, Artem was groping my ass with one hand and sliding the other under my white pull over.
I felt his cold hand rubbing against my abs.
For a second, it was not a pleasant sensation, but the following instant, his hand was already getting warmed at the contact of my stomach.
I was not sure why I was doing what I was doing, making out with a man, undressing him, but it felt right.
And it was right.
Right for the mission.
Right for my demanding fat cock.
“Ryan… I want you… I want you so bad.”
His accent was lovely, especially when he was saying stuff like that.
Artem peeled my top off and my singlet went with it.
To be fair, it was easier to remove than his freaking suit!
“I want you too, Artem.”
He kissed me on the mouth again.
Why did it feel so natural? What was wrong with me? Or rather, what had been wrong with me all those years before, not to even give this gay thing a serious try?!
Then, Artem licked off my chest.
The poor guy, he was still sweating in his shirt. In the frenzy of the moment, I tried but I was not able to take it off.
Artem chuckled as he was getting near my right nipple.
“Shh… I’ll take care of that, idiot.”
He pulled himself away from my embrace and started undressing himself. I did the same, removing my belt and my shoes, pulling down my tight jeans.
I looked at Artem revealing his slick but muscular body.
I actually did not expect him to be that fit.
He was so lengthy and tall, but he was hiding a sculptural body underneath it. Very pale, of course, like a damn vampire.
Artem was 28 years-old, not really a twink, not really a hunk. He was unique.
I also took a quick look around the place.
I had not even acknowledged his apartment yet. Or rather, his mansion.
The entrance door had led us to a huge and opened living space with three separate areas.
We were standing in the entrance with some paintings and a large library against the wall as well as a few trendy armchairs and pieces of decoration.
Further in the room, there was a huge proper living room with a couch and a central modern chimney, and after that, a dinner table under a grand chandelier.
That screamed RICH.
And this was only what I could see through the deem lights from the outside. We had not even switch on the inside lights.
The dark atmosphere was called for in this case.
I took my socks off and I looked down at the prominent bulge in my briefs. I was hard.
With better lighting, I was sure one could have spotted a stain of precum near the Calvin Klein’s waistbands.
Artem was about to take care of his own pants when I stopped him.
“Oh no. That’s my job!”
Artem giggled as I jumped or rather grinned onto him, in a proper stripper move, to eventually find my way behind him.
I grabbed his waist.
“What are you doing to me, mister?”
“Don’t worry. I’m a real professional, you know that.”
I slid my hand underneath his pants and I felt his hard cock for the first time.
For some fucking reason, I smelt my hand after that.
His natural male scent was better than the fragrance from his neck, let me tell you that much!
“You’re making me hard, Ry.”
“I can see that… Can you feel mine?”
I glued myself against him, always from behind, so he could feel my hard dick through my underwear rubbing against his still-covered ass.
“Fuck… That’s so…”
“Girthy?”
We laughed.
“Yes. That’s the word.”
I could not wait for us to do the same thing bare.
I kissed his neck, and then his back, and finally I was kneeling down at the level of his bum when I slid down his pants.
The pale white ass that I revealed was everything I was hoping for, and more.
Juicy, peachy, yummy, you name it, it was the most beautiful hairless and fuckable bum I had ever seen in my life.
It rendered me speechless for a few seconds.
So much so that Artem turned around and looked down on me.
“What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
His dick was now facing me.
Less thick than mine, - but this was a given -, he was also uncut (blessed his European ways), and I would say between six and seven inches size-wise.
Working at a gay club, and especially with the crazy crew we had at the Rainbow, I was totally desensitized to hard cocks swinging in my face.
Still, that one was not anyone’s shaft.
Once again, because of Artem’s aura, or maybe it was due to his money or power, I felt like I was being offered a rare view in the intimacy of a celebrity.
I stroked his cock.
“Sorry. I had to touch, to make sure you weren’t a ghost.”
I thought it was a clever way to respond to his comment.
It was probably not the most brilliant thing I could have come up with, but words had never been my strong suit. Besides, I was a little drunk and I was very much turned-on.
Some call it a “brain-cream”, and for sure, I was talking with my cock (which was aching to be freed) more than I was using my brain.
Anyway, his dick got wet as I played with it.
“That feels nice…” He mumbled.
I looked above me, staring in the piercing blue eyes, clearly visible despite the obscurity.
“It does? I’m glad.”
I spat on his cock and jerked him off some more.
“Kiss it.”
His tone of voice had changed. It was almost a command.
Despite being my boss (or sort of), he had never talked to me that way at work.
I leaned over, retracted the foreskin, breathed on the white cock and I kissed the head. Slowly. Delicately.
“Hmmm…”
The stain of precum on my boxer briefs was for sure getting larger.
I had never wrapped my mouth around a dick and I was glad that Artem’s member would be the one. It had to be.
I kissed the edges, studied the hard dick in details, went over his balls with my tongue as well.
They seemed full.
“You were right, Ry. You know exactly what you do.”
I grinned.
“That’s funny you say that cause I’ve actually never done that before.”
His cock very perceptibly throbbed as I mentioned my lack of experience.
I got that, virgins always excited me as well.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Not even at the Rainbow? I know what the clients want.”
“Nah… I’m not a fan of the private shows…” I wanked his dick again. “I’m not willing to do anything for money.” I explained.
Artem put his hand on my cheek.
He caressed my face.
His hand was no longer cold.
“You’re a special kind of straight man, Ryan Smith.”
He lowered himself until we were both kneeling on the floor.
“You’re a special kind of man, Artem Kravchenko.”
We kissed again.
My hand was still on his cock and his found its way onto my bone.
Finally, he fetched my eager and dripping rod out of my briefs.
We were stroking each other while making out. It was, no doubt, one of the most erotic moments of my entire life.
Everything about this was surreal, forbidden, taboo.
I think I was attracted by the danger of the situation as much as I was by Artem himself.
He played with his tongue in my ear.
Then, he whispered:
“I can show you how it’s done. I can show you the way.”
“The way?”
He was already on the floor so he only had to bend over some more to lick my fat dick.
Although, he did not only lick it.
He went further than I had, making love to my girthy stick.
I shut my eyes as he went down on me, swallowing the tip of my cock and going back and forth slowly.
“Oh yeah… You know what you’re doing as well.”
I heard him giggling over my dick. I was making him laugh.
I had one hand close to my dick and I grabbed his hair with the other, trying to pull him towards me but Artem pushed both of my hands away.
“Behind your head.” He said, using his authoritative tone again.
I looked down on the cock-sucker and I obliged.
“Of course, Sir.”
He sent me a kiss as I exposed my armpits in this submissive position.
“Good. Now watch and learn.”
“Yes, teacher… Hmmm…”
He was already back on my dick.
The thickness did not seem to be an issue for my new professor. He locked his lips around the tip of my cock and slowly went down to swallow the entire thing, inch after inch.
Shlurp Shlurp Shlurp
The right amount of saliva, the right kind of frictions, the mastering of the gag reflex, the absence of teeth.
I did have some things to learn indeed.
Even Colin or Amber who had both offered me masterful blowjobs not so long prior had not been that efficient.
“Aaah… Easy, Artem… I… You’re gonna make me nut.”
He stared right back at me as he was sucking me off with, despite my request, no attention to go easy.
Instead, he blew me even harder, not breaking the eye contact.
I resisted using my hands to guide him.
It was cool to have Artem do all the work but at the same time, it was very against my natural instincts.
Shlurp Shlurp Shlurp
I was a dominant in bed. I was supposed to be in charge. I was an Alpha male.
And yet, I was so vulnerable there.
But in a way, it felt refreshing.
“Grrll”
The first real gag reflex.
Artem had to pull away and a large amount of saliva dripped on his chin.
“Fuck, man. You’re good? That looked quite intense from up here!”
He burst out laughing.
“Of course, I’m good. You have some girth, that’s for sure, but you’re not my first rodeo.”
I leaned over to kiss his sloppy mouth.
“What you’re waiting for then? Go back on it! Make me cum!”
He started stroking my dick again. Harder. Droplets of precum were hanging from the tip of my cockhead.
“I’ll make you cum, Ry. But only if you accept to feed me with your juice.”
“We… hmmm… We have a deal.”
He went back on my cock and I was ready for a fucking amazing orgasm when…
RIIIING
A strident sound made me jump, and made Artem jump too. He almost choked with my cock in his mouth.
Thank God he did not bite!
I could have lost my most precious organ to that silly incident!
RIIIING
“What the hell?” I complained.
“Shit. Don’t worry, that’s just the intercom.”
Artem wiped his mouth from my precum.
“It’s past midnight. Who’s coming to your place at this hour?” I asked.
He stood up angrily.
“Probably work. Gimme a minute.”
He walked to his door where he answered the intercom.
I was a bit confused as to what was going on, my dick was still twitching in anticipation of the orgasm to come.
Was it still on the menu?
Shit, I was not even listening to Artem. That may have been important for the mission.
“I confirm, morons! I didn’t answer my phone cause I was busy.” He was barking at whomever was on the other side of the line.
I saw a switch on the wall and I turned-on the lights to assess the situation.
We had made a real mess on the floor.
Also, the loft was even more impressive with the lights on. Everything seemed tailor-made for this place.
Being the son of a drug lord really does make some things easier.
But I guess, it was also making some things much harder.
“Yes, you can come up... But wait a minute, I’m not alone…. Yes, I know… Okay… Just like I told you, a minute.”
Artem hung up the intercom annoyed.
“Someone’s coming?”
He sighed
“Put your clothes back on. I’m sorry, this is important, I have to see those people.”
“For what?”
“Listen, Ryan, I don’t wanna lie to you so… Let’s just leave it at that, okay?”
“But what… What about…”
“Your ejaculation?”
“Yes! No… It’s not what I meant, I… What about us?”
Artem was now hastily putting some of his clothes back.
His erection had already disappeared, and soon, his bum also vanished underneath his pants.
In the hurry, he went commando.
“I’m really sorry about this.” He spoke. “Sincerely, but you have to go, Ry. We… We’ll see each other soon, right?”
“Right… Okay.”
I was very lost now. I had never been thrown away from a place like that. Usually, I was the one running away from the girls’ apartment!
It almost felt like I was in the middle of fucking a married woman and her husband had just come home.
Funny enough, that actually had already happened to me, but this is a tale for another day.
“I have a complicated life.” Artem ended up saying as I was about to leave.
I did not doubt that it was true.
“I don’t mind complicated.” I replied.
He faintly smiled.
Someone knocked at the door. That made me jump again.
“Those freaking stupid goons!” Artem barked.
He seemed to be getting more pissed by the minute.
Him too had just missed a great orgasm.
“I… I’ll just go. I… I really enjoyed the evening, Artem.”
“So did I.”
He opened the door for me and three men were standing behind it.
I did not recognize the two men directly behind the door but one of them was holding a riffle which was rather a shock all in itself.
And I did know the third guy standing behind them.
It was Mr. Fergurson, my boss at the Rainbow.
He immediately recognized me of course, - I saw it in his eyes -, but he did not acknowledge me in any particular way.
The first guy with a bald head sort of awkwardly hid his riffle, the second guy did not seem to care that I was here, and they all sort of mumbled a good evening as I went out.
As if they had not just kicked me out of a spicy date.
“Good… Good evening.” I replied back, bewildered.
For a few seconds there, I was back to being a cop and I tried to remember of every little detail of these guys.
One had a tattoo on his neck so it was easy, there was the bald guy, I had to identify the exact kind of riffle he was holding, and then, it was even easier, it was freaking Ferguson completing the trio.
But already, they had disappeared on the other side.
I heard them arguing with Artem in the penthouse but I could not catch what they were saying.
I did not try too hard anyway.
Being found listening at the door would have blown everything and I had just taken a major step that evening.
All I was left to do was to try to find their car and maybe a license plate number.
This undercover thing was about to get much more difficult than I initially thought.
