Undercover - Chapter 14

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 14: Toby chose the Money

My name was not Ryan; it was Kyle.

I was not a stripper; I was a cop.

I was not falling for Artem Kravchenko; he was my target.

This was only about work.

Funny to think that seven weeks prior, I was doing the exact opposite exercise.

I used to work hard to make myself believe that I was Ryan Smith, to do anything to get into my character.

But then… Slowly but surely, my perspective had changed.

I had become Ryan; I had built myself a new identity.

The worst part was that aside from having to report my every move to the Police Department, I was very much enjoying my new life.

Being a stripper was rad, flirting with the son of the biggest drug dealer in the continent was thrilling, and living in San Antonio while making a ton of money was exactly what I needed to be happy.

I even had friends, more than I had ever had in my previous life.

The guys at the strip club, Manuel, Javier, Will, Colin, they were my crew, my people. I trusted them.

I had Amber too.

From being a sex-friend, she more or less so became just a friend.

In the beginning, I was going to her place to have sex and we would sometimes chat after I had fucked her, until I was going there solely to have a chat.

It was very unlike me, I am aware.

But who I was a big question mark.

Anytime I needed some time off from the strip-club or the mission, Amber was there, easy going, funny, and still incredibly sexy.

As strange as it might sound, I ended up sharing more of myself to my neighbor.

I am not too sure why. I had never been big on sharing my thoughts and feelings. But she was a great listener and more importantly, she was non-judgmental.

She might have been the most open-minded person that I had ever met.

Obviously, I was still acting as Ryan in her company but it was a safe place.

One night, a little drunk, I talked about something very real which had been weighing on my shoulders.

“Something is happening to me and I feel like I’m going insane.” I confided.

“Don’t make that anxious face Ryan, what is it?”

“I… I think that… It’s like I… I have this strange attraction for another guy.”

I expected Amber to be surprised.

Because I was stripping at a gay club, she had asked me if I was gay once.

But since then, I had properly pounded her ass and pussy several times, she must have had gotten the message that I was very much straight.

She was not fazed one bit though.

“Why is it so strange?”

“Because he’s a dude! I only date girls! I’ve told you that before.”

She puffed.

“Are you a homophobe or something?”

“Of course, not. It’s just never happened to me before.”

She shrugged her shoulders, visibly unbothered.  

“Ryan, you’re surrounded by naked male bodies and big dicks for hours on end with your job, it may be affecting you.”

“You think I might be turning gay?”

My question was genuine. I had been questioning myself about that.

Had too much cock stroking with Colin, too much chest rubbing with Javier, or too much twerking with Manuel made me homo?

“No, I don’t seriously think that. Truthfully, I believe that everyone is born bisexual and we just lean more towards one way or the other. But as soon as you open yourself to new possibilities, you also give yourself the ability to enjoy something a little different.”

“Maybe…”

“Tell me though. I want the gossip! How is the mysterious man?”

I thought about lying but in fact, I had no reason to.

Ryan, if he was real, would confess his feelings for Artem to a friend.

It was only strengthening my character in a way, which was risky considering the fact that I had more and more difficulties to dissociate myself from my false identity.

“That’s the other thing. This is so weird because he’s very different from me.”

“How so?”

“First of all, he’s rich. Like, crazy rich.”

“I’d put that on the plus side if I were you.”

She grinned at me.

“He comes from a very different world. It’s like we live in parallel universes sometimes.”

“Okay, but why do you like him?”

“I’m not sure I can explain that. That’s the problem, I didn’t want to be into him, but it sort of happened…”

“Honey, you have to stop seeing this as an issue. That’s how people fall in love, always, it’s never forced and it’s never about precise or predetermined criteria.”

“Hold on! I’m not talking about love. Nobody said I was in love!”

“Not yet.”

I was uncomfortable.

Okay, I was attracted to Artem and I was coming to terms with it, but love, come on, that was a whole other thing.

“I’ve never fallen in love, ever.” I stated.

“Wait. Are you telling me that you weren’t in love with me all these times when we fucked?”

For a split second, I thought that she was for real but then, we both burst out laughing.

It had never been like that with Amber.

“Sorry to hurt your feelings. I did very much enjoy our time together though!”

“And what if you’ve never fallen in love because you’ve only tried with girls before? Have you considered that? You were maybe barking at the wrong trees all this time.”

She hit a sensitive cord there.

I eluded her point.

“You have to chill with your big words, I don’t have feelings for him. I just want to fuck the guy.”

“And what’s preventing you from doing so?”

“Well, I think that I just might!”

Indeed, in the past days, my encounters with Artem had gotten increasingly sexual.

It started with him blowing my dick at his place, and then eating my cum in a public park, but a few days after that, he had surprised me by waiting for me in one of the private cabins at the Rainbow.

“I’ve heard you’d like to taste a cock for the very first time?” He had asked cheekily.

He was right.

I had been thinking about blowing his dick for a little while.

“You know that you don’t have to book a private show for that. I’m not sure how much I should charge you.”

I was in my stripper’s outfit of the night.

It was another Wet Wrestling Mania party at the Rainbow, meaning that I was effectively dressed as a wrestler in a white and (incredibly) tight singlet, and that I was also very wet, which left nothing of my generous anatomy to the imagination.

Basically, my singlet was plainly translucent when I met Artem in the private room.

Artem stood up and playfully tugged at the straps that were attached to my shoulders and against my pecs.

“Don’t worry about that, Girthy Ry. I have no intention to pay for this session.”

I licked his neck.

He was wearing one of his beige suits.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay, Sir… You’ll pay in kind.”

“Show me what you can do first. I’ve been waiting for this.”

I nodded yes and I got on my knees.

Artem sat back on the red sofa.

He let me fetch his cock myself. My hands were slightly trembling when I opened his zipper but I was very eager to give this a try.

I pulled his semi erected cock from his trousers and I started playing with it. I stroked it but I did not want to make it too hard too fast.

What about warming Artem with my mouth?

I kissed the tip.

I had been there before but I had not gone all the way. That was about to change.

“Are you ready, babe?” I asked, looking up to him.

Artem nodded yes.

I grabbed his hands and pushed them aside.

I wanted to be fully in control when I shoved his cock in my mouth for the very first time.

The effect was almost immediate, his bone hardened and filled my throat quickly.

“Hmmm… I’m not used to straight boys being so… Hmmm… Good at this...”

I froze.

Suddenly, I realized what I was up to.

What was I even doing!?

My mind had to move past the sole fact that I had a real ass dick in my mouth. I had spent years of my life thinking this would never ever happen.

I shut my eyes and I shut my brain off.

My primal instinct kicked in. I went down on the rod and felt every edge and vein of Artem’s dick against my tongue.

I was making it wet and juicy, just like I enjoyed it myself.

The sloppier, the better.

“Grrl… Slurp… Grrl…”

I went a bit too hard and I gagged.

“Easy, Ry… Take your time… Enjoy it like a delicious ice-cream.”

I kissed his very slightly hairy balls coming out of his zipper. They seemed full.

Unfortunately, I did not have access to his asshole as Artem was still fully dressed.

“Be careful what you wish for. I tend to bite on my ice-cream!” I teased.

He chuckled, and thrusted his hips to push his humid stick against my face.

“Show me what you’ve got.”

I went back on his dick, listening to his advice as I buried Artem’s cock deeper in my throat, inch after inch, making sure I was breathing through my nose.

It is an unfair misconception among straight men that cocksuckers would be weak bitches.

Believe me, it takes both strength and stamina to blow a horny cock just right!

I did my best to be up to the task.

Relying on Artem’s high-pitched moans, I seemed to be doing a good job.

My own dick was so hard that I felt its head poking outside of my singlet.

I spat and kissed on Artem’s cock like I was making love to it. At this point, the flag was flown at full mast and my partner in crime became more proactive.

To put it simply, he fucked my throat like there was no tomorrow.

A tear fell from my eyes but I stayed still.

“fffum… Fffum… Cum…” I begged him, my mouth full of his meaty junks.

Artem was showing me another side of himself.

One that I liked the most.

He was filthy and raw. He was exposing the beast hiding underneath the neat suits and the bougie appearance.

“You want me to cum? Like that? In your throat?”

“Ffees… Fyes… Flease…”

He pulled my hair and got even rougher.

“Damn… That’s how I like it… Hmmm…”

“Grrl…”

“Open your eyes, look up to me! Look at your feeder!”

“Grrl.”

I tried. I was tearing up.

“That’s right… Hmmm… I love that… Stay like this… Hmmm… Deep… Yes… Deeper…”

He grabbed his own balls and smashed them against my chin.

I did as I was told and attempted to sustain his gaze.

His eyes were beautiful, his face was transformed by his horniness but remained gorgeous, even more so than before.

I believe that I had never seen Artem that handsome.

“I love it… When you… Hmmm… When the straight boys turn so slutty for me…”

A spike of jealousy invaded me.

Boys, plural?!

I did not have much time to dwell on that thought though, I was getting served my first and huge portion of spunk.

The strong and unfamiliar taste invaded me mouth, my throat, and quickly enough, the cum was going from my esophagus down to my stomach.

“Swallow! I want you to drink every last droplet!”

How the tables had turned compared to our naughty picnic in the parc.

I was struggling with the amount of dirty milk in my mouth but I pushed through.

I slowly got accustomed to the new flavor, it was like drinking alcohol for the first time.

Artem helped me to take my mind off it.

He pulled my own cock fully out of the singlet and he started working on my rock-hard dick.

From this point on, I could not really think about the sperm I was ingesting.

I could not really think about much, period.

Artem gave me such a mind-blowing pleasure with his tongue that nothing else mattered.

I had, for sure, some things to learn from him.

God, he was taking care of my hard dick like his life was depending on it!

“Hum… Artem… Art… You… You’re way too good at this…”

“Shut up and enjoy.”

He deepthroated my nine inches like a lollipop. Easy.

I was about to make a big mess on my work costume.

Thank God, I would not have to deal with my boss being mad since he was the one responsible for said-mess!

This time around, I came on his face.

This also means that I have to correct my previous statement.

Just like that, with my jizz sprayed all over his pretty face, Artem had truly never looked better!

Another day later, I was rimming Artem’s tight and pinkish asshole in his penthouse.

We had started by jerking each other off on his couch and things had slipped into a 69 and then into some raunchy ass-licking action.

On my side, I went a bit further than just eating his hole, I fingered it too. Hard.

I wanted to see how well his anus could stretch.

It was tight but it was exactly how I liked it.

Next step was naturally to bury my cock in his smooth hole but we both came before that happened that night.

We were having such a great time anytime we were seeing each other, it was just unfortunate that it always seemed like Artem had barely no time for me.

He mentioned his father a few times, his responsibilities too.

Our encounters rarely lasted more than an hour.

It was an understanding between us that he was involved in shady businesses but Artem never shared any concrete detail about his family’s activities and I did not want to push him.

Honestly, as I genuinely mentioned to Amber, I think my priority had become to pound his hole rather than getting some intel.

It was only a matter of days now.

Before that, however, I was served a harsh come-back to reality.

When I returned to my apartment after my conversation with Amber, someone was already inside.

Immediately, my cop instincts took over.

Had someone found out about the undercover mission?

Was it a random burglary?

Was I in danger?

I did not have my gun with me so I should have turned around when I realized the door was unlocked but whoever it was, I wanted to catch them in the act.

I could fight without a weapon! I was made for this one-on-one fight!

I rushed inside to catch my opponent by surprise and tackle him down… and... I stopped in my tracks.

I recognized Peter Thorne and Lucio Fernandes, another member of the P.D. staff, in my living room, apparently fixing a fan.

That was almost disappointing.

“Fuck, guys! You could have warned me, I almost attacked you!”

“Sorry, Kyle. We were checking the cameras.” Peter told me, his hand on his upper chest as he had jumped when I had barged in.

"Why? Does the live feed have any purpose other than watching me whack off?"

“Trust me, we would all love to avoid witnessing that but since you might be bringing the target to your place soon, we thought it was important to make sure everything was ready.”

“We’re doing that for you, man. We want to avoid putting wires and mic on your body, might be too risky, so instead, we’d like you to bring Artem to this apartment.” Lucio explained.

“Now that he trusts you, it’s time we move to the next step of the plan.”

I shuddered at the thought of the police having full access to my intimacy with Artem.

I knew that it was meant to happen but still.

Reporting every single thing we were doing was one thing but having them watching and listening (live!) was another.

I sighed.

“All right. I guess I can get him to accept to come here at this point.”

“Are you two fucking?” Peter asked me straight forwardly.

“No… I mean. We do pretty much everything else. But we haven’t fucked yet.”

Lucio looked uncomfortable next to Peter.

I liked that.

You see, I did not want my colleagues to enjoy being a voyeur of gay sex too much… and even less so, of MY gay sex.

“Well, this could be the next carrot to dangle in front of the target, if you follow what I’m saying.” Peter said.

“I’m afraid that I do.”

“Who wouldn’t come to this place to get your fat cock in their ass?” He teased me.

Lucio seemed to want to bury himself in the ground.

I called him out.

“Dude, relax. You’re not the one who actually has to do it. You’ll just have to watch.”

“Props to you, man. That’s really giving yourself for your job…”

“And for damn America! We’re this close to catch one of most dangerous families on the continent.” Peter exclaimed.

“Are the Kravchenkos really that bad?” I dared to ask. “I mean, you know more about their criminal records than I do. But frankly, Artem seems pretty harmless so far.”

“Artem is merely a puppet of his daddy. A good-looking idiot. But trust me, Andriy is indeed that bad. Are you questioning that?”

“Of course, not. I’m fully aware of how important the mission is. Why would I do all of this shit otherwise? You think that’s easy?”

“Sure… Nobody’s doubting you, Kyle.”

“It’s nice to hear sometimes.”

“Now remember, if you get the target here, it’s not to give us a sex show. You need to talk to him, use his vulnerability. In short, you have to dig deeper, no pun intended. We need some solid info.”

I nodded yes.

“I know. And I’m ready.”

Peter tapped on my shoulders.

“I know you are. I fully trust you, kid. I’ll try to make this easier for you if I can get you out of a sticky situation.”

“Thanks.”

They left the building half an hour later once every camera and microphone were running smoothly.

Frankly, I was boiling inside.

This was silly, absurd even, but there, the only thing I could think about was that I wished I had had more time alone with Artem.

But apparently, the team considered that we had built enough trust and that it was time for action.

Normally, I would have been thrilled.

I was not though.

I could see my mission soon coming to an end, I could anticipate Artem understanding that I had betrayed him, I could see myself leaving the Rainbow and all my friends behind…

I would vanish.

That was protocol.

Once the mission was over, or if it had to be prematurely stopped, Ryan Smith should disappear, his entire identity deemed to have never existed.

I lied in my bed.

I knew that I had to text Artem and propose that he comes to my place.

The P.D. was reading my texts so I had no other choice.

But it was tough to set a chain of events that would irrevocably lead to dreadful information leaking and, eventually, to Artem’s arrest.

I clenched my fists when I thought of what would happen to him in prison.

I did text him of course.

I had to remind myself:

My name was not Ryan; it was Kyle.

I was not a stripper; I was a cop.

I was not falling for Artem Kravchenko; he was my target.

This was only about work.

Artem happily fell in the trap.

Ten minutes after my text, he replied with a tongue and a peach emoji.

“Meeting at your place… Things are getting serious! ;) Looks like someone has an idea in the back of his mind?”

My stomach ached as I flirted with Artem through texts and sent him sexy selfies. I even took a few nudes to seal the deal.

I did those in front of the cameras monitoring me. I even spread my hairy ass as a fuck you to Lucio.

Was I a whore or a cop? It was tough to say.

“I have a long day tomorrow, is it fine if I come by after midnight?” Artem wrote.

“Sure… I’ll wait for you with some coffee or an energy drink, ready to wake you up.”

“I won’t need that once I’ll see you.”

I glanced at the camera perfectly concealed on my ceiling and gave a thumbs up.

The target was locked.

*

Artem was a bit moody when he arrived the following evening.

He did not say anything but I could tell he was not his usual self when he kissed me hello.

Something was off.

"What's going on?" I asked as he discovered my place.

“Nothing… I’m fine.”

“I can tell something’s up, Artem. I know you. My apartment is not good enough for you?”

“What are you talking about? It’s great.”

He seemed a bit lost that my living room and kitchen were basically the same room.

“It’s definitely not your penthouse… I’ll grant you that.”

“I like it.”

“You do? You enjoy living like the general population? Having a taste of what it’s like not to be super wealthy?” I teased him.

“I get out of my place and out of my circles. I know the world.” He replied seriously.

He was definitely not in a mood to joke around.

“Want me to take your jacket?”

“Yes, thank you.”

I went to hang it alongside my strip attires.

Artem was wearing a Dolce & Gabbana grey tee-shirt underneath. For once, he was showing a bit of arms.

I felt slightly nervous but it was mostly because of the cameras and microphones recording us.

Otherwise, I was now feeling very much at ease with Artem.

“So, tell me, what’s wrong? And please, no bullshit.” I asked after we had sat down on the couch.

“I don’t want to bother you with that. That’s stupid. I shouldn’t even care.”

“Stupid is good, because I’m not that smart myself.”

I winked at him.

“It’s just one ex writing me back and pissing me off.”

“Oh.”

The spike of jealousy was definitely there and I hated myself for feeling it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Please, do! I’m genuinely interested.”

“You want to hear me talking about my ex? That’s fucked-up.”

“As a matter of fact, I do. I heard you mentioning straight boys you were quote-on-quote turning gays before, what is it about? I’m curious.”

“You’re not curious, you’re jealous.”

“Maybe… You’d like that?”

He gave me a smirk.

“Maybe.”

I put my hand on his thigh.

“Who’s that ex?”

“His name is Toby. Well, his stripper’s name was Toby, I’m not sure how he’s calling himself these days.”

The Police Department. and myself had been wondering about this “Toby” and what had happened to him.

I bet they were very happy listening in.

“A stripper? How original! You seem to like them…”

“It’s the kind of people I meet, that’s all. And I’ve told you before, I’m a sucker for straight men. I know this is bad but I’ve never lied to you.”

“Fair, and I’m not complaining about your straight boys’ soft spot.”

I caressed his groin.

I did not want him to think that I was mad. In fact, I wanted Artem to be as relaxed as possible.

“To be fair, Toby came after me. I tried to resist for a while but then I thought, why not have some fun?”

“Was he hot?”

“You want to see him?”

Artem looked for a picture on his phone.

On the one he found, Toby was shirtless, smiling in the middle of the Rainbow club.

Some people had told me that I kind of looked like Artem’s ex. I did not see it.

Sure, he was a Caucasian stripper with dark hair, but he had multiple tattoos on his shredded chest and biceps and he seemed much cockier than I was.

I bet he was a brat.

I did not want to admit it but he was objectively gorgeous.

“I suppose he’s all right… And it didn’t go well?”

“That’s the sad part. It did go very well. Probably too well.”

Artem looked embarrassed.

Frankly, I hated that this moment was being filmed and that I was doing this to Artem, but this was my duty.

“What do you mean? You never tell me anything about yourself, is it a crime that I want to know more? I’m not here to judge you.”

Oddly, I realized that I was talking like Amber.

And it worked.

Artem agreed to talk.  

“No, I’m aware I’m not opening myself enough. I don’t blame you for asking questions. I guess Toby is part of the problem, why I’m so distrustful now.”

“Did he cheat on you?”

“I wish… It’s much more tortuous than that. My father broke us up.”

I had a spontaneous gasp.

“What do you mean? Is that still a thing, like, nowadays?!”

“In my family, it apparently is. Well, he didn’t decide it was over but, I stayed with Toby for about four months and the whole time, my father told me I should not trust him. Since he’s always paranoid, I ignored his warnings.”

I gulped.

This story started to hit too close to home.

“And he was right?”

“Let’s just say that my father knows how to prove his point and to get what he wants. He kept on telling me that Toby was here to spy on us, and then, that he was here for the money. But honestly, I didn’t really care. I know people are attracted by power and wealthiness… It makes sense, I accept that.”

“You think that I am?”

“I think everybody is. Let’s be real, this is something I can offer. I don’t have much time to focus on a relationship, I don’t have a healthy sane family, I’m attracted to straight guys… I’m a mess, but I do have money.”

“You shouldn’t think of yourself like that. That’s just wrong, on every level.”

If you were wondering whether I was sincere or not here, I could not tell you either.

I did not know myself.

“Don’t worry, Ry. I’m not sensitive about that, I swear. Anyway, I couldn’t care less if he was here for my money but my father definitely did. From this point on, Andriy Kravchenko did what he always does. He took care of the matter himself.”

For a second, I thought he had killed the guy but then, I remembered that Toby had apparently just texted Artem.

“How so?”

“To test him, and behind my back, he offered some money to Toby. If he were to take it, he had to leave me.”

“Fuck. And that bastard took the money?”

Artem shrugged his shoulders.

“I suppose my father was right, once again. To be fair, it was a very large sum. An amount that can change someone’s life.”

I put my head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Art. That’s not fair.”

“It’s been a year. But yeah, I’m pissed that he would come back now, text me out of nowhere. Maybe he has spent everything already… I don’t even know where he lives anymore and I don’t want to know.”

I was torn between the mission and my feelings.

I had to prioritize my assignment. I had to dig deeper.

“But how does your father have so much money to offer to a stranger? That’s insane!”

“Please. Can we just stop talking about him?”

“I think he’s an important part of your life and…”

“And whatever, Ryan! I’m here with you! Fuck my dad!”

I may have pushed my luck on this one.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. Forget about it.”

“That’s okay.”

He kissed me on the lips softly.

It was the first time we had a conversation of that nature.

“Are you feeling better?”

“I’m in your arms, Ry. I feel good. I feel warm.”

The chat took a turn towards action.

He slid his hand under my tee-shirt.

We started making out and somehow, Artem found himself sitting on my laps. It was one of his favorite spots.

“I like the way you kiss me.” I whispered.

“I like the way your cock is growing beneath me… Against my ass…”

“You do? You want to feel it more?”

“I’m an open book to you…”

I was about to take his pants off when my phone rang.

I glanced at it and recognized Peter’s number.

An alarm went off in my head.

“Fucking Hell. I have to take this. “

If he was calling, it meant something serious had happened. Had he noticed something? Had I said something very wrong?

“Go ahead.” Artem said, moving over to leave me space.

I picked up the phone and walked away to get some intimacy.

“Saved by the bell!” Peter said over the phone.

He sounded totally fine, giddy even!

On my side, I was very much confused.

“What’s going on?”

“Just pretend I’m a doctor calling you from the hospital or a cop from the police station, pretend that you have to pick a drunk friend up or something. I’m offering you a way-out, Kyle! We have what we needed for tonight.”

I was angry but I stayed in my character.

“At the hospital?”

“Let’s go with this scenario then. You’re getting a friend at the hospital. There’s no need to pretend to enjoy making love to the target! You’re free for the entire night.”

“Of course, doctor. I can come and I’ll get him right away.”

“Perfect. Ask for the address though.”

“Sure. Where can I pick him up exactly?”

Peter seemed to be having a lot of fun over the phone.

I bet he missed the days when he was the undercover agent himself.

He needed his thrill…

… But that night, it was at the expense of my sex life!

However, of course, he could not know that I would be more frustrated than relieved to have an excuse to get rid of Artem.

I was supposed to be relieved to have a way out;

When I told him about my “friend” who had drunk too much and should be picked up at the hospital, Artem proposed his help and his chauffeur.

I had to refuse both and we ended the night there, before it even truly began, with my blue balls.

Thankfully, as Artem had been the one who had to cut our dates short so many times before, he was gracious about it.

I wished he had been an asshole though; this would have made the rest of the mission much easier.

The more I got to know him, the more I genuinely liked the guy.

I said “like”, not “love”, let’s be clear about that.

Unless…