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Undercover - Chapter 08
🕑 Added 2024-11-09 11:00:07 +0000 UTCUNDERCOVER
Chapter 8: Meeting Artem
“I’m Artem Kravchenko, owner of this establishment.”
He told me while shaking my hand firmly.
As if I did not know who he was!
As if I had not spent the last weeks thinking about him!
“It’s an honor to meet you, Sir.”
In a way, it felt odd calling someone about my age “Sir”, but at the same time, Artem Kravchenko was the type of men for whom the respect came very naturally.
Under the purple lights of the private room, I was still very much impressed by the way he was carrying himself.
Except for his blond hair which was a bit messier, he looked as elegant as he was when I saw him down the street or in photographs.
The thing was, he looked nothing like anyone I had ever met before.
None of my mates at the Police Academy, none of my colleagues in the precinct, none of my bros at the gym shared a similar trait with him. He was unique.
It was like Artem Kravchenko was from another species, he was no ordinary man, and certainly no ordinary American guy.
Probably because he was not American to start with.
His English was impeccable though, even if one could hear here and there some reminders that he came from Eastern Europe.
“I don’t think we had the chance to chat while I usually like to meet my new employees.” He spoke. “I’ve been watching you.”
I gulped.
“You… You have?”
He did not answer straight away.
This is what confident people do; they talk when they feel like it is their time. They do not rush it; they impose their pace.
“Turn around.” He eventually spoke, ignoring my question.
He was not aggressive, his tone was very soft actually, but he did not need to raise his voice to make his command clear.
I did not consider contradicting him for a second.
I turned around and exposed my back to Kravchenko, remembering that the part of my uniform supposed to cover my butt was all gone.
I could feel my heart about to explode in my chest.
He slapped my bare ass.
It was not a full-on spank or something rough, but a little slap, just enough so I could feel it.
“Is that a way to introduce yourself to your new boss? With your hairy ass all uncovered?!”
I was mortified.
“Sir… I… I thought I was coming here for a private show.” I replied, without facing him.
“And what do you think now?”
My mind was a blank.
Kravchenko really had a way to make me lose my grip.
What was I supposed to answer to that?
I was even getting worried he might know who I truly was… Maybe I or the team had made the mistake.
I had to keep my cool.
“Not very talkative, I see… Come here and sit next to me, let’s just talk for a minute.”
I nodded yes and I followed his instruction as he tapped to a spot right next to him on the red sofa.
“Sorry, I’m a bit… Hum… Confused. I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be here…”
I sat down and he almost immediately put his hand on my thigh.
The contact sent weird tingles in my belly.
“Relax, Girthy. I saw the performance you’ve given on stage and you’ve been doing great. I also heard from Lamar that he’s been very satisfied with you so far.”
I tried to remember what I had just done on stage. Mostly twerking my ass in my cop’s uniform… A little horse play with Colin too.
“Thank you, I… I appreciate it.”
He tightened his grip around my thigh.
“This is not a job interview, Ryan, you can chill. I’d just like to know if everything is all right for you. Debuting at a brand-new club can be overwhelming, and, I came to understand you had just moved in the city.”
Shit.
He definitely wanted to know more and he had been doing some research on me already.
At this stage, I could not say if this was a routine check, or if, already, he had any doubt on my identity.
“Yes… I… I was in Dallas but got tired of it and I knew there were opportunities in San Antonio.”
“Tired of Dallas? Why?”
“Let’s just say that I felt like I had already met everyone there. Besides, the stripping gigs for men were rare where I lived.”
“And how you come that you had such a passion for taking your clothes off?”
This was a proper examination now.
I had to stay collected but I think he could tell that I was nervous.
To be fair, even if I had been a normal employee, Kravchenko’s charisma alone and the fact that he was pressing me like that would have made anyone tense.
My reaction was not suspicious.
“Let’s just say that I needed the money and people started suggesting the idea on Insta. I’ve never been shy or modest.”
This story was credible, the fake Instagram account had been created for that purpose exactly.
The boss finally released his grip.
“Money does run the world…”
He had another drag of his cigar, his face remained emotionless.
I remained silent next to him.
I could not help myself from glancing at his crotch. I thought that I had noticed a prominent bulge showing a hard-on underneath, and I was pleased.
It was a very good news if I could get him stiffed.
He readjusted his bulge a couple of times during the conversation.
At the very least, my bare ass stunt had gotten him in the mood.
I cringed when I realized that my own cock was waking up.
This, I could hardly explain…
“And how are you finding San Antonio so far?” Kravchenko eventually asked.
His tone of voice was different though. I did not feel like I was being tested anymore.
“I like it. People here at the club have been super welcoming.”
“I bet… Some of them can be rather handsy.”
He had a little smirk.
“It’s just the strippers’ way.”
“I suppose… Any girl in sight in the city?”
I thought of Amber but I obviously did not mention her.
“Not really, no.”
“But you’re straight, right?”
“I am… Mostly. I mean. I don’t like labels. I’m open-minded.”
I thought this was the perfect answer for my character, but it also was the truthful answer for Kyle Boone.
I still considered myself as straight but I was more and more obviously curious.
“Well, I am certainly gay myself. Never been attracted to a single woman in my entire life.”
Once again, what was Kravchenko expecting of me, sharing me this?
Was he looking for a shrink or something?
“When did you know?” I asked.
He looked at me, his clear blue eyes felt like they were piercing through my soul.
I could not believe I was in my silly cop uniform having this conversation with our main target, while super-hard techno music was still blaring in the club.
“When I looked at an Indiana Jones’ movie and Harrison Ford gave me a weird sensation in my crotch area. I knew.”
He smiled largely for the first time.
It gave him a whole new look. For once, he did not seem so different from me, like another guy in his late twenties.
I smiled too. Genuinely. His answer was kind of funny.
“Pamela Anderson in Baywatch did that for me.”
“Oh yes, Baywatch was a fun show for me too. We should do a red swimsuits night at the club one of these days…”
“Great idea! I can talk to Lamar about it.”
He stared at me more intensely but I was feeling more comfortable now.
He was not so scary after all.
“I like you.” He spoke.
“You do?”
“I appreciate that you’re pretty raw too. No fake bodybuilder body, a bit of hair here and there, some running in your ass crack, that’s nice. Most strippers are so dull, all looking exactly the same.”
He felt my shoulders.
I thought it was my time to create a connection.
In fact, this may have been my only opportunity.
“I’m flattered that a man like you would even look at a guy like me.”
He licked his lower lip.
“Any gay man would look at you. I’m just like the rest of my kind, driven by my urges.”
I did a bold move, I put my own hand on his thigh.
The sexual tension was palpable in the air despite the fact that we were both dressed and we had not done anything (yet).
“Maybe, but you’re not any man.” I whispered.
He chuckled.
“Sometimes I wish I was…”
There again, he was almost melancholic.
Dang it, that man was very difficult to read.
“I really want to make it in the industry.” I said after a while. “I’m a hard worker and I’m not afraid to do what it takes. Would you have any advice for me?”
“I’m not very good at stripping myself, I could not do what you guys are doing up there. The cop costume suits you though, you definitely caught my eye tonight. I’d say, keep shaking that butt and you should be fine.”
“Do you… Do you want to take a closer look? I could do a private show for you.”
I was not sure that this was the right move but I had to try something.
Kravchenko did not show any sort of reaction. He seemed to consider the offer.
He rubbed his hand on his crotch again.
For sure, he so wanted to take it out.
Honestly, I kind of wanted to see what he was packing. He was so tall. I sensed some big dick energy.
“Not tonight. I like to take my time when I do this sort of things and I have somewhere else to be.”
Well, that was a miss.
“Okay. I… No problem.”
“I believe you are about to be called for your second performance anyway. I’ll leave you to it.”
He leaned over and kissed my cheek. Softly.
That unexpected move literally took my breath away.
I should have said something, but there again, I came out short. It only lasted for an instant.
Kravchenko stood up and left the cubicle, disappearing on the other side of the red drape.
I had to go back on stage to strip fully out of my uniform this time around.
I shimmered my body lewdly with the other guys but my heart was no longer in it.
At one point, Manuel stroked me on stage and then, he imitated a blowjob on my hard cock.
He did not actually put it in his mouth, but from a certain angle, it looked like he was sucking me off.
Yet, my mind was still with Artem Kravchenko.
I could not shake the feeling that I had just met someone special.
“Bro, what’s up with you? You’re with us?!” Javier teased me backstage afterwards.
Jeffrey was doing yet another trick with his hard cock to amuse Colin, - twisting it to shove it in his own butt -, while Will, Manuel, Javier and I were playing cards waiting for our next and final performance of the night.
I was forgetting to play every two rounds because my mind was not really in it.
“I’m just tired.”
“First week at the Rainbow, anyone’d be exhausted.” Will said on my behalf.
“I think he’s rather tired from his little private time with our dear boss.” Javier said cheekily.
They knew about it then.
“Nothing happened.” I hurried saying.
“Not even a quick blowjob?”
“Krav rarely fucks his employees to be fair.” Manuel pointed out.
“Rarely?”
I was curious… For the sake of my undercover mission of course.
“I don’t think he fucked anyone at the Rainbow but he owns several clubs around town. There was this guy who was like his boyfriend at some point.”
“Or his bitch rather.” Javier corrected. “The guy was following him around like a puppy. I think his name was Toby.”
“Hey, Artem Kravchenko is giving us all food on the table and a roof over our heads. No need to trash-talk him.” Will intervened.
Since he had rescued him from the streets, Will had this unconditional respect and admiration for Kravchenko.
He never tolerated any criticism against his “savior”.
“Relax Will, we’re just talking. Don’t be weird about it.” Manuel said.
“Yes, some may think you’re in love with the guy!” Javier laughed.
“Shut up, you idiots! At least, I don’t fuck my own cousin!”
And everyone burst out laughing.
Honestly, I got where Will was coming from.
Kravchenko was quite the unique personality and I assumed that if he was doing something for you as big as getting you off the streets, his influence and aura must have felt even greater.
Anyway, I finally let go of my weird obsession (for the time being) and we went on stage one last time.
To close the show, I was teaming up with Colin (Magic Boy) and Javier (Big J) for a shared uniform reveal. We were naughty cow-boys only wearing a brown pair of briefs and a hat.
Very classy, as always.
I twerked my ass and spanked myself like a true shameless stripper.
The performance ended as we were urged by Jeffrey, who was hosting the performance, to let go of the briefs and spread our ass cheeks. Wide.
“Stretch that out, guys!”
We gave one last stunning sighting of our assholes to the crowd.
At the very end, Jeffrey rubbed his finger against my pucker, but right when he was about to penetrate me, - and when I started freaking out -, the lights turned off under the clamor of the audience.
There were cameras everywhere in the club and I wondered if Kravchenko was watching any of the streams.
He definitely had access to hundreds of hours of footage.
Had he already wanked over me?
I hoped so…
Later in the night, as I retold the conversation that I had had with Kravchenko to Peter over the phone, I convinced myself that I was only feeling this way because the mission had rendered him so special in my head.
I was professionally meant to care about him.
When Peter asked me “and how was he, what did you think about him outside of what you’ve told each other?”, I could not say how I truly felt, because I was not sure.
Was I surprised?
Flustered?
Aroused?
“He’s an intimidating guy, I could not really assess him.” I replied, staying neutral.
“Well… This first contact remains a great news, and you did good, flirting with him a little.”
I had re-iterated the conversation exactly how I was remembering it and with as much precision as possible.
The only thing was, until Peter pointed it out, I had not realized that I had somehow flirted with the guy.
He was right though.
“I did what I was supposed to, right? You want me to get closer to him?”
“Oh yes, exactly. As close as you possibly can! The more you can enter his intimacy, the more intel we’ll be able to gather. I’m also intrigued by this ex-boyfriend you mentioned, there was this guy we had looked for, who kind of looked like you actually.”
“Toby?”
“Something like that, but that was for sure a nickname. He disappeared from the radar.”
I swallowed my saliva.
“Disappeared?”
“Yes. Vanished. He must have known too much but it’s a question mark for us so, it’d be interesting to know more.”
“Okay, I… I’ll try to dig, discreetly.”
“Thanks Kyle, be careful out there.”
The phone call ended there.
Whether it was because my brain was twisted by the mission, or whether it was due to a genuine attraction, it was Artem Kravchenko’s image which was printed in my brain as I was trying to sleep.
I was turning in my bed, naked, trying to ignore my constant and leaking hard-on.
I could empty my balls, that was fine, but it felt wrong doing so while I was thinking about a man putting his hand on my thigh.
This physical contact had lasted for less than a minute in total.
It could not have messed with me that much… Right?
Still, if I wanted to sleep, I had to release myself that night.
I had been saving my juice for a few days now, this was not healthy.
I started stroking my cock under the covers.
I grabbed my phone and checked Amber’s Instagram page.
It was too weird jerking off thinking about Kravchenko, not only he was a man, but he was also THE man I had to go after and lock up in prison for the rest of his life.
His skin was so sweet though.
Again, he was so different from any other guy I knew that it felt like he was not really a man…
Thinking about it this way, fantasizing over him was not truly gay…
Thinking about my big cock handled by his delicate fingers…
Finding its way in his mouth or in his asshole…
I threw away the sheets.
I knew I was exposing myself to the cameras in my apartment but I did not care. In fact, I kind of wanted it.
They had seen me bust a nut before anyway.
I tried to focus on Amber’s ass though. It seemed like she was displaying her butt one way or another every few pictures on her feed.
She must have been sleeping in the apartment downstairs in this very moment.
I spat on my dickhead and stroked it.
“Hmmm…”
I shut my eyes and my mind started to wander away.
I was back inside the private room, except this time around, everything was different.
Kravchenko was here, but his dick was not hard underneath his pants, it was fully out and he was jerking it, looking at me.
I was twerking for him, shoving my ass in his face. He was begging for more. I made him sniff and lick me.
I wanted to feel his tongue in my crack.
I caressed my left nipple while I was jerking off. For some reason, it was the most sensitive one. I spread my legs. I was in the zone.
I did not need a porn to ejaculate.
To be fair, I had also been felt up all night. These stripping shows were no joke and I had to stay hard all throughout.
This must have messed with my brain.
I thought about Manuel pretending to blow me, Amber’s ass came into play but Will’s gigantic cock as well, and Artem Kravchenko, here he was again, haunting me…
Everything was mixing together in my horny state.
“Aaaah…”
The jizz flew up to my face. I got hit in the eyes by a warm rope of spunk.
It burnt.
The cum was sticking and drying on my skin, but at last, I could relax. No better way to fight an insomnia than a good nut.
I did wonder… Was this undercover mission turning me gay?
I probably fell asleep on that thought.
But I woke up with another and much more pressing issue.
I had received a text during the night from Lamar.
“Bro, what have you done? The boss wants to see you. ASAP. Come to the club this morning!”
Comments
syrus80
Ry and Artem. Very intriguing first encounter!
Devin
NO! You can’t end it there! This was such a hot chapter. I can’t wait to see what happens. Will Ry become bi/gay?
