Undercover - Chapter 05

Eager to prove himself, Kyle has always wanted to go on a risky undercover mission. Finally, the police department has found the perfect job for him. The straight jock will have to play the role of a male stripper to infiltrate a drug cartel. Little does he know that this is only the beginning of his (hot) journey.

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 5: The Rainbow Club

I walked inside the club, pumped and ready to get the damn job.

I had been prepping myself for more than a week and I would not leave this place without having a gig as a stripper there.

Lamar was waiting for me, standing on a large platform with a pole, looking down on me.

It was late afternoon, moments before the opening of the Rainbow club.

The name was fitting, fluorescent colors were dancing everywhere around me, thanks to dozens of spotlights.

I had never walked into such a place.

It was much bigger than the gay bar I had visited in Dallas and, in many ways, much more extravagant.

Several platforms and stages, two bars, a few VIPs areas, mezzanines with cozy sofas, and what seemed like to be private rooms hidden behind red curtains scattered all around the place.

I could barely imagine what the club would be like when crowded with people.

Lamar was for sure impressive, towering over me.

The professional stripper was blessed with large biceps, even larger thighs and a huge muscular chest.

He was wearing a golden chain around his neck, and aside from that, he was only dressed in a sparkling silver pair of shorts, turning rainbow thanks to the lights.

Clearly, he was right at home and the way he squatted down when I got near him could have even scared me.

He was a big boy!

Fucking hell, I was intimidated.

"Smith?" He barked.

"Himself."

I extended my arm above my head to shake his.

He had been sweating slightly, his massive black hand was moisty. Firm handshake too.

If I believed what I was seeing in his shorts when getting up-close and personal, - the stage was ideally designed so the eyes of the standing audience would be right at the level of the performers' bulges -, his hand was not the only massive black thing on that man's body.

"You look a bit shrimpy to become a stripper here." He commented right away.

I was wearing a quite revealing grey tank top and a pair of shorts. My muscles were all out and yet, the recruiter was rather unimpressed.

This was not starting on the great terms.

I hated how he was literally looking down from his pedestal. I felt small and vulnerable.

I assumed that Lamar had purposely made sure to welcome me in this dominant position.

"I'm working out, hard. And I'm not shrimpy, you've seen the pictures I've sent you." I replied, trying to keep my cool.

The undercover team and then myself had discussed with Lamar on Instagram. I had already seen his silver shorts on the pictures of his feed.

I had sent him similar suggestive pictures to get his attention.

"Yeah, let's say you're leaner than you're bulk, but maybe we can work with that."

He jumped from his platform, showing some unexpected agility.

"I'm sure that we can. I'm really motivated."

He smirked.

"Any experience?"

"A few gigs in Dallas but I want to make this my main activity from now on."

"Hmmm... A boy can dream."

"I have realistic expectations but I know my worth."

This last answer seemed to have him taking me more seriously.

"Strip." He spoke.

"Now?"

"Yes, now. What do you think we're doing here?"

Since it was my first ever stripping job interview, I frankly had no idea.

Was he expecting me to quickly take off my clothes to assess my body or did he want an actual show? I had sort of rehearsed a routine thanks to Allan and I had come with my sexy cop costume in my bag.

I peeled off my sleeveless top and waited for Lamar's reaction, which he had none.

I kept going. The last thing I needed was to look shy or unwilling to flaunt my muscles at every opportunity.

I took off my shoes, my socks, and finally my shorts.

Still, Lamar looked rather unfazed and unbothered.

He was scanning me though.

"So, what do you think?" I dared asking.

"I think you should learn how to follow instructions, Smith."

I was confused.

"I'm used to follow instructions, Sir. I don't have any issue with that."

That was true. Four years being a cop would do that to you.

"I said strip, and yet, you're still having clothes on."

Lamar stared at my tiny white briefs.

I had hesitated going for a jockstrap but I had picked the smallest pair of briefs in my cabinet instead.

The underwear was so tight and notched, it almost looked like a thong from behind. I felt like a slut wearing that.

A great aspiring stripper's look if you want my opinion...

Anyway, it was time to get rid of it, I was not going to play modest in front of my interviewer!

I pulled the waistband of my briefs slowly and slid them down my thighs, meaning to appear as confident as I could.

I believe that it worked, Lamar showed his first sign of appreciation, a very slight nod.

"Here." I announced to break the awkward silence as I was now standing in front of him, stark naked.

Although he was no longer on the platform, I was still a head shorter than Lamar. Since I was 6 feet 1 myself, I bet that he was at least 6 feet 5.

The stripper licked his full lips.

"Okay, that may do."

I looked down at my own cock, thankfully, it was a good day, it looked rather chubby and thick. What can I say? Chicks had always been pleased with the meaty snake hanging between my legs.

"I have a pump and everything to have my dick even more ready for the show. I can also show you my costume." I explained, trying to demonstrate that I was a professional and that I knew my stuff.

Once again, I had to thank Allan for the tips!

"Turn around." Lamar asked, or rather, commanded.

I obliged.

"I'm also doing a lot of squats at the gym. I never skip legs day." I insisted, doing the most and arching my back.

Lamar gave me a playful slap on the ass.

I wondered if it was standard procedure for the interview's process.

"Good. You can start tomorrow."

"What?"

I turned back around to face him.

"Be there at 10 PM, you'll go on stage at 11, and then again at 12 and probably one more time at 1:30."

"Is that it?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Well, yeah. What else did you want? You're not applying to work at the NASA, it's pretty straight-forward. You have a fat uncut cock, a firm butt, an overall nice-looking body, and you're willing to get naked for a gay crowd, that's good enough."

"Hum... Okay. Great then!"

Lamar chuckled.

"You're sure you want this job, pal?"

"Of course! I'm just surprised, I mean, pleasantly surprised that this has been dealt with so quickly. Thank you very much!"

"In my views, you can only assess a stripper's talent when he's on the stage, confronted to a living, breathing, and demanding audience. Consider tomorrow night as your actual job interview."

"I get that. And I won't disappoint!"

"The Rainbow Club will pay you $200 for the night, but of course, you'll make the real money with the tips. We often do thematic nights, tomorrow is one of them, so you don't need to bring any costume, we'll have everything ready for you. You gave me your sizes when you applied for the job, right?"

"Right. I can email them to you again if necessary."

"No need."

He checked on his electronic pad and took a few notes.

"Thematic night? What are those?" I asked.

For the first time, Lamar frankly smiled at me.

"Tomorrow is wet wrestling mania. All our strippers will be dressed as wrestlers and we'll organize games and challenges. I'll host. It's great for a first time since you'll mainly have to follow the motions and there won't be anything too outrageous happening. You'll all be wearing singlets after all."

Wet wrestling mania... That sort of said it all.

"Count me in!"

"You intend to remain naked all day, pal?"

I immediately put my hands in front of my junks.

I had done so much to appear comfortable that I may have overdone it...

"Sorry..."

"I'm just kidding, Smith." He patted my bare shoulders. "You'll see, we're a funny bunch in here, you cannot be too sensitive."

"I'm used to the banters, I'll be fine." I said, moving my hands from in front of my junks to show off.

"Here, take this paperwork to confirm your booking for tomorrow night. If you need anything regarding employment contract and all that jazz, you can call Linda at that number. She's an old bat but she's not that bad. No need to bother Ferguson... If you need anything else, I guess you should come to me, I'm sort of leading the performance team here and therefore, I'm your boss. Clear?"

"Very clear."

I got back inside my briefs, still surprised that it had been that easy.

"See you tomorrow then."

I shook his hand, (once again, large and moisty), and I left with the paperwork in hand. I had the job!

All and all, the interview had lasted less than ten minutes.

We had already discussed with Peter how I should act afterwards. No matter what, I was supposed to come back home, and wait for Peter to call me.

I was pretty stoked to be able to say that the first part of the mission was a success.

Already, I had a gig booked at the Rainbow Club and I was getting closer to Artem Kravchenko.

And indeed, once I had shared the news with Peter, he seemed very satisfied.

"Nice. That should prove to everyone you were the right fit for the mission."

"Was there any doubt?"

"Ah, you know, not every experienced officer is as open-minded as I am when giving his shot to a rookie. I fought for you, kid, just like your Captain, and now, you showed me that we were right to do so!"

I knew that Peter was one of the good ones!

"Thank you, it means a lot. Is there anything I should know for tomorrow? What do I do if Kravchenko shows up?"

"Exactly what you did when you briefly saw him in the streets. Absolutely nothing. You watch discreetly and you give us any useful info you might catch on his whereabouts or his behavior in the club. Tomorrow night, you're a stripper doing his first gig at a new club, and you're there to secure your job. That's about it."

"Understood."

"Forward us the pictures of the paperwork they gave you so we can see if there's anything useful there, and obviously, delete the pics afterwards."

"I'll do that right away."

"Aside from that, no further instruction. Good job, Boone."

He hung up before I could even say goodbye.

I took the pictures of the paperwork, I sent them, and then deleted them. I was feeling more and more at ease in my cover.

I had always known that I was meant to be a freaking spy!

In other circumstances, I would have been freaking out about the evening waiting for me the next day, but oddly enough, I was mostly excited by the prospect.

It is hard to say if it was the secret undercover mission or the actual stripping gig which were giving me a hard-on but I was definitely pumped by what was happening.

I stroked myself before going to bed and I jizzed inside the toilet's bowl to avoid making a mess.

It felt nice and I knew that I would not jerk off the next day since I would be needing to keep my testosterone all in.

I slept like a baby and I woke up with a strong morning wood, eager to get to the end of the day and do my first public performance.

Definitely, there was a part of me which was just eager to show off.

See, I think I would have been happy being an actual stripper.

I spent most of the afternoon at the gym and I realized that Amber was now following me on Instagram.

I gave her a follow back.

When I would have normally slid in her DMs and engaged the conversation, or at the very least, liked a few of her pictures, I mostly ignored her profile (and her hot bathing suits' reels) to be solely focused on my mission of the day.

I had spontaneous hard-on all throughout the afternoon and early evening until it was time to go to the Rainbow club.

It was a Friday evening in June, the sun was setting after a very heated day, and the city was vibrant as I walked along the busy streets.

There would be large crowds for my debut, I thought.

When I arrived at 9:30 PM at the club though, the night had not started yet and only a few regulars were having a drink at the bar.

A slow-tempo techno music was playing in the background, but it was not distracting.

Only a white beefy guy with long blond hair was shimmering on a platform in a yellow thong. His bare bum was covered in oil and glitter.

Three older guys were watching him.

The vibe was sleazier than it was festive.

I did start feeling anxious.

I walked to the bartender, the only one there at this early hour. He was a rather skinny guy, looking a bit gothic and who looked fairly young. He was shirtless which was probably a requirement.

I learned later that he was just 21, legal age to drink and to serve drinks.

"Hey, I'm Ryan. I'm new here, I'm supposed to meet with Lamar."

"For bartending?" The twink asked.

"Stripping."

The bartender looked at me and he sported a light smile.

Gay. For sure.

"I'm Jake. You're early for performing." He spoke.

"Yeah, well, it's my first time here. I didn't want to be late."

"Lamar's backstage. The door on the right, on this side." He pointed me to an area of the club remaining in the shadow.

"Thanks, Jake!"

I headed there, taking a quick look at the male performer dancing on stage. He was now on all fours on his platform, sticking his tongue out. Walking on the other side, I could see his pink asshole.

The bad feeling in the pit of my stomach settled in.

It was becoming a bit too real... and a bit too lewd for my taste.

That being said, my cock did not seem to mind the view of that smooth fuckable ass.

I found a black door with the words "STAFF ONLY" written in capital red letters and I walked backstage.

Once again, it had nothing to do with the small changing room at the Dallas establishment.

I entered a spacious dressing room with large mirrors, leading to a doorless bathroom on the back with a couple of shower heads, there was a corner with a mini fridge and some snacks, as well as a sofa against one of the walls.

Countless wigs, outfits, and costumes were more or less stored on racks, in lockers and in cabinets.

It was not so tidy as I walked on a black G-string coming in.

Lamar was sitting on a stool on the other side of the room, chatting with an older chubby man, (I would say in his sixties), wearing a suit and looking very serious.

It was quite a contrast with Lamar's stark-naked body.

In case you were wondering, my suspicions were correct. The stripper was hung as a freaking horse! Even flaccid, he was huge.

I supposed that it came with the job.

Lamar's big black cock was hanging very low with seemingly no care from the other guy. It was certainly very usual.

They both turned their faces towards me as I walked in.

"You are?" Lamar asked me, standing up.

"I'm Ryan. We met yesterday, Ryan Smith. I'm here for the stripping gig. I came a little early."

"A premature comer, I see..." He grinned. "And yes, right. I barely recognized you with clothes on."

"Would you leave us a few minutes, kid? We were finishing a private business here." The man in the suit told me, rather harshly.

"Of course... I... I'll just wait at the bar."

"Go do that. I'll come pick you up." Lamar told me with a wink.

I hastily returned inside the club.

The blond dude was receiving a few bills in his thong. Frankly, he really had a stunning bubble butt. I could not help myself from staring.

"Lamar was busy, discussing with a man in a suit." I explained to Jake.

"Sorry about that, I had forgotten that Ferguson was here tonight."

"Who is he?"

"Basically, our boss. He runs all the Kravchenko's establishments across the city and he signs our pay-checks."

It was the first time I was hearing of the name of my target. I felt like I was getting closer to the goal and that I was not whoring myself for nothing.

"Oh, maybe I should have introduced myself."

"If this makes you any better, I'm not sure Ferguson knows who I am. He's a very busy man. And honestly, quite scary. The less he knows about me, the better off I am."

"Why?"

I was walking a fine line; I had to be careful not to sound too nosy.

"Just a vibe." Jake replied.

I did not insist.

About ten minutes later, Lamar was coming to get me.

He had remained shirtless but he had put some jeans on before getting out from the dressing room. I had never seen him with so much clothes on.

"Come here, pal. We'll get you ready."

"Yeah. Sorry for intruding earlier."

"No problem. We're all a big family here. Hey, Juicy, everything's good up there?" He asked the blond guy mid-performance.

The stripper gave his thumbs up and grinned on the stage.

I followed Lamar backstage.

"Juicy?" I commented.

"His real name is Matthew but it doesn't have the same ring to it, does it?"

"I guess not."

"How should we call you by the way? I don't recall you sharing your stage name."

Shit, it seemed like something I should have thought about. Certainly, it was an overlook from the undercover team.

"I'm not really sure..."

"You didn't have a stripper name for your previous gigs?"

"Yes, but I would change it all the time, nothing stuck."

"We might call you big shrimp then..."

"Fuck, no."

Lamar laughed.

"What about Girthy Ry? You look like you're thick and have girth where it matters the most. Ass and cock."

I chuckled.

"Girthy Ry? Really?"

"That's settled." Lamar decided on my behalf.

Then, he showed me a rack of outfits including several wrestling singlets. He handed me a bright blue one.

It was just like a college wrestling singlet, except that it was made partly of latex and Lycra, and it was much tighter and more revealing than any proper sport outfit.

Although, to have done some wrestling myself, sometimes, the actual singlets were nearly as outrageous!

I took the piece of cloth feeling a little anxious.

I honestly did not know whether I would fit in it.

"You'll see, in an hour or so, there will be an inflatable pool on the main stage. All you guys will be crammed in it. It will be so much fun!"

"What are we going to do exactly?" I asked while I was undressing myself.

"We might organize fights, playful ones, eh, don't go there actually punching or hurting anyone! Wet singlet contests. A little dance competition. You know, the usual shenanigans."

I nodded yes, as if I was perfectly used to this sort of ludicrous shows.

I remembered having seen two hot women stripping and dancing in a square filled with mud once. I assumed we were heading somewhere in that direction.

"How many strippers work here?"

"We have about eight regulars, tonight it'll be five of us. Four wrestlers and me, the host. Here, do you want to use the pump to live up to your girthy name before changing?"

I gulped but I agreed.

There was no place for modesty in a strippers' dressing room. I knew I was meant to pump my cock right in front of Lamar.

I grabbed the pump he was handing, held my cock, and I did what needed to be done.

Lamar did not pay attention to me as he was going through a bunch of information on his pad.

The machine worked wonders, I had to focus to get somewhat hard while pumping myself, but overall, it did provide great results to have a meatier and fleshier cock.

I struggled to fit in the wrestling singlet afterwards... And not only because of my fat cock.

Lamar gave me a hand. Literally. Pulling on the straps and Lycra fabric.

My butt was quite large and it took our four hands to make the singlet go over my buns. I must say though, my dick was then looking outrageously good, engorged but smashed against the fabric.

I was trapped but the feeling was not too bad. Once again, I felt slutty and I liked it.

Lamar seemed content as well.

"That looks great on you, Girthy Ry."

"Thanks."

I flexed in front of the mirror. Damn, I was a stud!

"You have some time before the big show, you can relax and enjoy yourself. No alcohol though." Lamar warned me.

"Of course."

I felt a bit silly wandering around my overly sexy wrestling singlet. I noticed that there was another blue one on the rack, and two bright pink ones.

Matthew, or rather Juicy, came in about twenty minutes later and got into a blue singlet as well. It was fitting him perfectly.

Side node: I really had to stop looking at his bum!

He was doing a full 8PM -- 3AM shift at the club and Juicy used the little time off to rest on the sofa. We barely talked.

Lamar explained something about forming teams for the performance.

I thought it had been the worst idea to get ready so soon because now, I was sweating in my outfit and my cock was deflating.

I could hear the music blasting off in the club and much more people clamoring.

Lamar had gone twice already to welcome everyone. I heard him enticing the audience, he then changed in a rainbow-colored micro-speedo, turning his bulge into something simply obscene.

I was getting increasingly nervous.

A few minutes before the show was meant to start, I went to the opened bathroom, peeled off most of my singlet to take a leak and I pumped my cock.

I wanted to look the best that I could.

As I was in the bathroom, I heard more people coming inside the backstage. They were getting scolded by Lamar for being late and they were rushed to put on their pink wrestling singlets.

I got back inside mine with the help of Juicy, who happened to join me in the communal shower-room as my cock was hanging out of my singlet.

The least that I can say is that Matthew A. K. A. Juicy was very friendly and that he loved to cop a feel... But eh, I needed his help and most of all, I needed to be appreciated in my new environment.

I let Matthew man-handled me while we adjusted my outfit.

"All good, newbie?" He asked.

"Yes. I feel ready."

He pulled on one of my straps against my right nipple playfully.

"You're gonna do fantastic at the Rainbow!"

I hoped that he was right.

We got out of the bathroom together and there... I was shook!

In their bright pink, tight, Lycra singlets... Guess who I found?!

My two gym buddies and my only friends in San Antonio: the cousins Manuel and Javier, looking skanky as ever!