Undercover - Chapter 15

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 15: Andriy

“I had to get you out of there before the target required a good dicking from you.” Peter told me over the phone the next day.

He was in a great mood while I was crushed.

I had slept on my hard-on and I was fucking tired of the way the Police Department was deciding how I should behave in every single aspect of my life.

Now, they were calling the shots on whether I could bust a load or not!

It was like I belonged to them.

It was all part of the job though…

As long as I was Ryan, I was their puppet.

The second I would show my disagreement, I would be taken out of the mission.

“Right, thank you. I appreciate that.”

I lied through my teeth.

“The great news we have to retain from yesterday night is that everything Artem told you is aligned with our own information.”

“What do you mean?”

“About Toby and the reason why he vanished. Our previous intel was correct. Andriy made him leave with money.”

“But wait, if you already knew that, what was even the point? Am I taking risks for nothing? For you to learn things you already know?!”

I was pissed.

I do not think that my anger had much to do with the risks I was taking, but it was a good excuse to express my lingering frustration.

Peter sighed.

“The point of last night was to make sure that Artem Kravchenko is feeding you correct information. Now, we have the proof that he’s fully trusting you. We also like to double-cross any piece of intel we have.”

“Great…”

“It is great, indeed! It means we’re in the clear and the target has no idea about the undercover mission. It means you’ve done an incredible job so far! Trust me, if the results of yesterday’s test had been different, you wouldn’t still be staying in that apartment of yours.”

“Maybe but I don’t know if I’ll get him to share any more info.”

“I’m sure you will. The way he was acting yesterday, the man seemed very much hooked. And I must say, you played your part very well. I could have almost believed you were falling for him! That was impressive.”

I had to control my emotions.

“As if I would fall for a dude… Artem’s trust might not last for long though, especially if you intervene and stop me in the middle of the action.”

“What are you talking about? I thought I was doing you a favor by giving you an excuse to leave. You wanted to fuck him?”

“Of course, not!”

“Hmm…”

“I know what I have to do for the sake of the mission and I’m ready to do it. That’s all. I don’t wanna waste any more time.”

“That’s admirable, Kyle. Truly. Listen, I’m not even sure you’ll have to fuck the target to get in his inner circle. It’s like you already have him wrapped around your finger… or around something else if you follow my drift.”

“Man, who knows what I could have gotten from Artem if he had slept at my place?”

I tried as much as possible to conceal the envy in my voice.

“He wouldn’t have though. Artem had a meeting with one of his father’s goons at sun rise. He had to be on the other side of the city at 7 AM this morning.”

“Fuck, Peter! Why am I learning that only now?! Those are the types of things I should know.”

“Any information not directly useful to you would compromise the mission.”

“Or maybe it would help me! That’s tough you know, working in the dark!”

“You’re well aware that I do know. I’ve been in your position many times before. I understand you might feel left out while you’re taking most of the risks but that’s how it is, and I believe it’s been clear since the very beginning.”

“Yes, I’m just a toy for you to use.”

“And you have a problem with that?”

“I don’t. Although, sometimes, I don’t think it would hurt if I knew more about the bigger picture.”

I could not say it out loud, but truthfully, I was thinking that knowing about Artem or his father’s shady activities would also help clear my conscious about betraying them.

Peter did not see it that way.

“It’s precisely because you’re so close to the target that you cannot know anything. That would for sure impact your reactions, the questions you may ask… If you’re not aware of any of it, you cannot spill any of it, even inadvertently, or even under torture.”

“So that’s it. It’s just a matter of distrust. As if I couldn’t be trusted.”

“Look, Kyle. I won’t go through that bullshit all over again. If we didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be here. Period. What’s the real matter here?”

I clenched my fist.

I had so many things to say but it was smarter to shut up.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re sure? You don’t need to talk to the shrink?”

“Please. Not the shrink. I don’t need that. This assignment is just a lot of pressure sometimes and I have to rely on you for every move I make.”

“If that can help, I don’t think you’ll have to maintain the cover for too long. This whole thing should be done in a few weeks.”

“I’m telling you that everything is all right, Peter. So now, what’s the next step? I’m waiting for your instructions.”

One teacher had told me once at the Police Academy that a cop is only as good as his ability to follow orders without asking questions.

That could not have been truer.

“Given Artem’s history with Toby and Andriy’s well-known paranoia, it will surely be difficult to be admitted inside the family circle but we believe it’s time to take that shot. You should ask Artem to meet the head of the snake, Andriy.”

“He doesn’t even want to talk about his father.”

“Yes, but you’ve worked him well so far. You’re natural at that. Tell Artem that you need to know him better before you can commit yourself to anything more serious with him. That might explain why you haven’t given yourself entirely to him yet…”

“The carrot?”

“Exactly.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend and I’ll fuck your ass if I can meet your drug lord of a father?”

“See! Now you get it!”

“Come on, Peter…”

“That’s also why it’s not too bad to have him eager and horny. It’s exactly what we do with girls who go undercover, when they give their pussy to the target too soon, he might get disinterested. We have to bait them.”

“Don’t worry about that, I don’t intend to give my pussy to anyone.”

Peter chuckled.

“I’m glad to hear that. Do you have any plan with Artem?”

“You already know that I do… You read all my texts.”

“Fair. You see him tomorrow night?”

“He’s picking me up after work, I’ll leave early and I assume he’ll just bring me to his penthouse.”

“Hmmm… Maybe you could ask him to go somewhere else.”

“Just tell me clearly. What should I do?”

I got that I had to follow instructions without a second thought but I just wished we could stop pretending that I had a say in any of it.

“Ask him to bring you to the Sorrow.”

“The Sorrow? Okay. I assume you’re not going tell me why, is it another surprise?”

“Andriy Kravchenko might be there. This way, Artem will have no other choice but to introduce you.”

I did not expect that.

“Shit. Understood.”

“Make a good first impression. It’s another do or die. And the expression might be literal this time.”

“I’ll do my best. How much time do we have before he leaves the State?”

“That’s why I mentioned a calendar of a few weeks earlier. Whether you complete the mission or not, we believe that it will be over next month as the targets plan to move their business far away from San Antonio.”

“Understood.”

How was I supposed to please Andriy Kravchenko, I had no idea, but this felt like the next crucial part of the assignment and I had to clear my mind to do it.

How was I so mad that I did not get to fuck Artem the night before?!

I was annoyed at Peter and at the Police Department, but really, maybe I was the problem here.

Let’s say that I had actual feelings for Artem and that those were reciprocal, what did that change?

I would never, ever, date him for real, the thought was simply absurd.

I could not live the rest of my life under a false identity anyway!

What was next? Dealing drugs with his daddy? Come on, I needed a fucking wake-up call.

I took a shower and jerked off under the warm water.

My sex drive was part of the problem, I was sure of it.

Lately, I had been keeping all my loads inside my balls to display my firmest erection for the strip-club or for Artem.

That was definitely driving me nuts, no pun intended!

I used to jizz multiple times a day, just to remain sane, I was playing with fire trying to control my libido.

Did I think about Artem while furiously stroking myself in the shower? I did, especially about his peachy pale bum.

Did I paint the glass window white with my spunk? I freaking did as well!

Did I feel better afterwards? Well, let’s just say that I felt lighter to go to the gym with the guys.

Colin had joined Manuel, Javier and I to our gym crew.

We were working-out together three to four times a week; it was always a good time as those guys were endless source of banters.

The perfect way to relax.

Honestly, they were so much more fun than my colleagues at the precinct.

Okay, I know, I was fucking the daughter of Foster so I could understand why the old prick did not like me back then, but the others, they were just too boring!

Anyway, that afternoon, I was obviously the butt of most of the jokes.

It was quite literal as Manuel had the naughty habit of slapping my ass any time he had the chance, including in public, and including in the locker-rooms when I was buck naked.

They all joined forces together to tease me about Artem.

My relationship with the boss was an opened secret at this stage but I kept on denying it.

It was not that serious and the guys did not really care.

Manuel called me another “soldier fallen to the other side” while Javier was just happy to have “more pussies for us straight guys, Colin, I’m not including you in this group”.

That was the second topic of our banters.

Colin was suspected to have a crush on me.

I did not mind as I had fond memories of the only (but glorious) time, he had sucked me off.

To be fair, there were a few clues that the ginger dentist student might be into me.

The most obvious of which being his spontaneous hard-on every time we were in the communal showers and his obsession with the size of our cocks, and with mine in particular.

He could not stop blabbering about my nine inches.

I was not too sure that the guy was gay though. Honestly, since day one, Colin had been obsessed with growing his own cock one more inch and I just think he had this strange obsession with fat cocks.

I must say, although we were only joking around, I did question myself.

Manuel, Javier, Colin, all three of them were studs blessed with huge dicks and juicy bums, yet, I was not fixating over them like I was on Artem.

It was as if I was only gay for Artem…

Arf, no, that was not it.

I could get turned-on by the other guys; it had happened multiple times and just like Colin or Manuel, I too had sported spontaneous erections around the strip crew.

The difference was that the hunky strippers did not prevent me from sleeping, they were not the subject of my jack-off sessions, I did not think of them all the damn time like I was thinking of Artem…

Hell, maybe I had truly developed some feelings for the guy.

I cringed at the idea and reassured myself that in any event, the mission would soon come to an end.

Artem had asked Lamar to let me go early the next evening so we could go out before midnight.

Lamar was tired to lose one of his strippers because the boss required me for himself but obviously, he could not refuse.

He was a decent guy though.

Lamar did take me aside to make sure that I knew what I was doing and that I was fully consenting to whatever Artem asked me to do.

He was especially afraid that I was accepting to date the boss by fear of losing my job.

I appreciated Lamar’s misplaced concern and I told him that I was fully on board as I changed from my fluorescent pink thong to my normal clothes.

Artem’s chauffeur was already waiting for me outside.

I got in the BMW and Artem was sitting in the backseat. He had gotten a haircut; his blond hair was slightly shorter than usual.

It suited him well; it seemed like he could not make any faux pas.

I wondered if he did that thinking about me.

“Hey, Ry. How are you?”

We kissed. His lips were sweet.

We were like a real couple already.

“Awesome. Nice haircut by the way…”

“You like it?”

“I do, and I’ve missed you.”

“How is your friend?”

“Who?”

“The guy who was too drunk the other night? Was it one of the guys from the strip club?”

“I… I’d rather not say. He might get in trouble if I share too much.”

“Why? Cause I’m your boss?”

“Yes. Exactly. Sorry about that by the way.”

Artem held my hand.

“That’s okay. You’re here now.” He then talked to the driver. ““Bernard, will you drive us to the apartment?”

“Wait. I… I was thinking. Could we go out instead? I kinda want to have a drink. You told me you were free all night, right?”

“Sure, where do you wanna go?”

“Why not the Sorrow?”

Artem chuckled.

“I didn’t think the Sorrow was your kind of places.”

“Why? I liked it when I worked there for one night. Charlie was cool and I know the owner of the place, a tall blond guy, he’s pretty hot.”

I kissed Artem and playfully bit his lower lips.

We could have fucked right there, in the car.

“Sure, why not go there? Although, I think my father is throwing a password party tonight. The place might be crowded and it might be a little wild.”

How was Peter so well informed on Andriy Kravchenko’s whereabouts?

Often, I wondered if my work was even useful to him. He seemed to have every information before me.

“That sounds perfect!”

“I’m not sure you want to see my old man though… He might be a pain in the ass.”

“I’d like to meet him actually, and your friends. I might not seem like it, but before committing to someone, and going further…” I rubbed my hand on his crotch, remembering the carrot’s theory. “I like to know who I’m dealing with.”

Artem was clearly flustered.

He seemed unsure for a moment but he eventually agreed.

I do not think he could refuse me anything at this point.

I felt anxious but excited during the ride. I liked it when things were going according to plan. It was rare.

Besides, I know it is cheesy as fuck especially given the fucked-up situation I was in, but as long as Artem and I were holding hands, whether our relationship was fake or real, things felt all right.

“You have the password?” I asked Artem as we walked towards the bar.

He laughed.

“You think I need a password to walk into my own establishment?”

“Fuck. Sometimes, I forget who you are.”

And indeed, the security guard hastily let us in when we approached.

The vibe of the bar was very different from when I had come there to work a few weeks prior.

First of all, the place was much busier, giving it a stifling atmosphere.

People were smoking inside, a woman was dancing lasciviously on the bar, - fully nude, her pussy right above Charlie’s face -, there were many other girls topless, a few men sniffing cocaine, and a jazz music was playing in the background.

It made me think of a period in history where alcohol was forbidden and people were reuniting in secret venues.

Of course, I had never known that time but I had fantasized about it, watching my favorite old-school gangster movies.

I bet many people would be uncomfortable in such a place but I was feeling right at home.

I liked the sleazy feels of fighting prohibition.

Those guys were not smuggling alcohol but they were doing many forbidden things nonetheless: smoking inside, fucking in the middle of the room, taking drugs, and sometimes, all of the above simultaneously.

There were many things happening at once so it took me a few minutes to see an older woman getting roughly fucked in the ass by a guy wearing a latex suit.

I tried to keep mental notes of every guest, already recognizing Ferguson and the two shady guys who had come to Artem’s place one night.

There were also four armed guys spread out in various locations of the bar. I also recognized the same type of riffle.

“Wow…” I gasped, overwhelmed.

“It’s a little much, eh?” Artem told me. “We can leave.”

“No, it’s amazing. I like it.”

“Really?”

I nodded yes.

“I feel like we can be ourselves in here.”

I French-kissed him.

He grabbed my ass and someone, - no clue who -, brought us some drinks out of nowhere.

There were benefits when you were hooking up with the owner of the place.

Artem was smiling. He seemed relieved that I was not afraid of his world.

Frankly, I was thriving in it.

We danced, we made out, we drank, we danced some more, and we told each other naughty things.

“I wanna feel you inside of me…” He shouted in my ears to cover the music.

“I’ll give you what you deserve…”

“And what’s that?”

“Everything in the God damn world, but I’ll start with my big hard cock in your ass.”

We made out like crazy.

Remember when a few hours prior, I was trying to get my head straight, to focus on the mission, to forget about my “ridiculous” feelings?

Well, it did not work.

At all.

On the contrary, I was forgetting about the target, the assignment, the investigation… All that mattered was the wet tongue in my mouth, his hand around my neck, my own hand groping his rounded buttocks.

We sat at a table after a while; Right next to us, two escort girls were chatting and giggling together.

They knew we would not be interested in their services.

Artem’s homosexuality was no secret… And in all fairness, we did not keep our hands off each other.

We were pretty obvious.

I was having a great time but it seemed to be our eternal curse, we were interrupted.

“Hey Artem, you don’t want to say hello to your father?”

It was Charlie, bringing us a couple of beers.

“Do I have to?”

“He… He told me that he wanted to see you…”

Artem sighed.

“Sure. Thanks, Charlie.”

“Wait, your dad’s really here?” I asked.

“Yeah, he must be at his usual spot. It’s a little on the back. I’ll just go and say hi.”

“Let me come with you…”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Unless, you’re ashamed of me?”

“Of course, not.”

Another sloppy kiss and we went.

My heart was racing in my chest as we walked through the entire bar.

Andriy Kravchenko was not in a private room but in a secluded corner of the venue, sitting on a large armchair, his armchair.

As we got closer, he signaled the three women more or less sitting on his laps or on their knees at his feet to beat it.

They hurriedly walked behind the bar.

He had taught them well.

A blonde and two brunettes, they were about my age, probably twenty to thirty years younger than Andriy Kravchenko.

Two of them were showcasing huge fake tits about to burst out their tiny gala sprinkle dresses, while the other had a more gothic look but a much more natural (and attractive) aesthetic.

Andriy had taste in women.

Just like his son, he was smoking the cigar.

He looked much rougher and less put-together than Artem though.

He looked also quite different from the pictures I had seen of him in fancy business suits. His chest hair coming out of his opened shirt and his beard gave him a much manlier and raunchier look.

“Come here, my boy.”

Artem gave a hug to his dad; the fifty-year-old man was still comfortably seated in his chair.

“How are you, father?”

“How could I be anything other than fantastic? I’m surrounded by my friends, my son has finally decided to come greet his daddy, and have you seen those ladies around me? That’s paradise!”

“Katia, Natasha, nice to see you again.” Artem greeted the fake boobs girls with a slight smirk. “I don’t think we’ve already met.” He said to the third one, the goth woman, the sexier of the three.

“She’s Irina. A good girl. She’s new.” Andriy replied on her behalf.

I did not think they were allowed to speak.

That gave me chills.

“Welcome to the family, Irina.”

Artem could not hide the sarcasm in his voice.

His father chuckled.

“And who’s that new boytoy of yours?” He asked, pointing at me.

“He’s not a boytoy.”

Artem replied harshly. He then looked at me.

Apparently, I was allowed to speak on my own behalf.

“I’m Ryan.”

I extended my arm but Andriy did not shake it.

He smoked his cigar and he had a small cough.

“I heard people around the city calling you Girthy Ry.”

Shit, he had already done his research.

I hoped that Ryan’s fake Instagram and social media accounts were convincing enough.

“Only when I’m stripping, sir. Otherwise, I’m just Ryan.”

“But you’re girthy? Is that true? Artem seems to like that.”

“Father, please!”

“Come on, I’m allowed to tease my future son-in-law. Ain’t I?”

“We’re just gonna leave.”

Artem was not surprised by his old man’s behavior but he was definitely jaded.

“What? Is this handsome lad not going to marry you? That’s disappointing. I can help you purchase the wedding ring if you don’t have the means to buy it yourself, Just Ryan.”

“There’s no need, sir. I don’t really believe in marriage.”

Andriy chuckled at my remark.

“That's one thing we have in common! Neither do I! See, Artem, Ryan is a realist pragmatic boy.”

“Whatever. Did you need anything from me?”

Andriy stood up and grabbed his son by the shoulders.

I had an immediate urge to defend him.

“Yes, I did. You need to relax, son. You’re way too stressed lately. Enjoy the party your father’s generously throwing. Enjoy your boytoy too.”

He winked at me.

The man was kind of scary.

“Don’t call him that.”

“He’s just said that he didn’t intend to marry. Come on, don’t make this face, I’m just joking.”

Artem moved away from his dad and took my hand.

He led me further away.

“Sorry about that, he always has to pull this sort of bullshit.”

“Maybe he just wants to protect you.”

“Maybe… But he was right on one thing, let’s relax and let’s dance some more!”

On the corner of my eyes, I saw Irina going back on Andriy’s laps and making out with him.

Once or twice, I noticed that she was glancing at me as well as I was kissing Artem’s neck.

I thought that I had done what needed to be done with Peter’s instructions and I could enjoy myself without feeling guilty about it.

About twenty minutes later, I suggested Artem to go back to his place.

I could not wait anymore and I was just the right amount of tipsy.

“Just make sure nobody barges in this time around. I want to have you for the entire night.”

“I promise. I’ll give a few orders now.”

Artem smiled at me and went to talk to Ferguson.

I stared at his ass. Delicious. I could not wait to bang it.  

This had to be the night I would fuck his brains out.

I went to say goodbye to Charlie before I left but as soon as I had reached the bar, I felt someone behind me.

The stranger smelt like cigars, whisky and fresh pussy; he grabbed my crotch.

“Ah.”

“Shh… Relax, Just Ryan. I’m only checking if you’re as girthy as you say.”

He was feeling up my cock.

I was sporting a semi because of Artem’s bubble butt.

“What… What are you… doing?” I mumbled.

“See, I hate liars so I have to make sure you’re not lying about the thickness of your cock…” He squeezed my balls. “…Or about anything else.”

I swallowed my saliva.

“I… I’m not.”

He released me from his grip.

“Good, then. And I assume that you don’t plan to hurt my only son either?”

“You assume correctly, sir.”

My legs were slightly trembling but I tried to remained collected.

I had been trained for that.

“You have to understand this. Artem is very important to me, the most important thing in my life in fact.” Andriy instead.

“I genuinely like him.”

After my balls, he grabbed my chin.

Andriy’s smile was carnivorous, terrifying.

In a split second, I understood how he had become the biggest drug lord on the continent. His smile said it all.

“Genuinely… That’s a funny word… You have to know, there’s one thing I hate more than lying bitches, it’s bitches who hurt my son.”

“I… I understand.”

He licked my face.

Yes, you read that right.

Andriy Kravchenko leaned over and lapped his dirty tongue against my cheek, leaving me with a large amount of saliva dripping on my neck.

I was mortified.

No amount of training could have prepared me to this.

“Your taste is sweet. I get what my boy sees in you.”

“What… What is this about…? I… I swear that…”

“Shhh… Relax, I’m not mad. If I were, you would know it, I promise. Consider this the friendliest warning to not mess around with Artem. That’s all.”

“Okay.”

“Was the message clear?”

“Very clear, sir.”

He finally let me go.

“Then, we’re done here. Enjoy your time and most importantly, make sure Artem is having fun too.”

Andriy left to return into Irina’s arms and I stayed paralyzed for a few minutes, too shaken up to literally do anything.

I did not tell Artem about this when he came back.

He was too much in a good mood and excited to bring me back to his place.

I was playing a very dangerous game and oddly, that gave me a huge boner on the way to his penthouse.

Unless my excitement was solely due to the fact that I was about to fuck another man’s butt hole for the very first time.

This night, no one would interrupt us. It was about time to pop that cherry!