Deep Undercover (KinkySissy & Audrian.Kaine)

[Erotica]

This is bullshit Jessie said to himself under his breath as he walked through the parking lot. The pink high heels on his feet clicked almost mockingly with each step, reminding him of how he was dressed. His heart pounded, the locks of the dirty blonde extensions bouncing off his exposed shoulders with every stride. He fought the urge to wipe the matching pink lipstick from his lips, knowing that would just mean he’d have to reapply it and he didn’t want to go through that process again.

Jessie Riggins was supposed to be an FBI agent. Well, he was an FBI agent... he just wasn’t supposed to be doing this kind of shit. He was an analyst, not an operative. But he apparently was recruited and was given the choice of going along with it or finding a new job. They didn’t say that, exactly... but it was implied. He was told he had to get all dolled up, dressed like a girl though obviously not one, as that’s what the members liked, and then infiltrate this mob. He didn’t know anything about them, anything about what he was doing, and the agents in charge said it was better he didn’t. He just needed to go in, get some names, get himself invited to a party and leave. Simple enough, yea?

That’s how he got... here. Pink heels, black fishnet stockings, a black latex minidress with a sweetheart neckline. Oh, and he had to shave his body. As in... everything. Then came the hair extensions, then the ear piercings, then the makeup and hair tutorials as nauseum. No one would answer why he needed all this for one night, but he didn’t like the feeling he got from
It all. He felt like he was being setup.

The worst part was the he admittedly looked... sexy. He was short and thin. Petite, they called him. But he had a tight, bubbly, perky ass too that they kept saying would be his “in.” He didn’t like that.

He walked in the club, being waived in by the bouncer without a second thought, though he felt the eyes on his ass that hugged the tight material. He wanted so bad to reach under and adjust the pink lace thong invading his ass crack, but he relented. His small cock stuffed in the crotch of the panties... that was embarrassing to go through and have the agents talk about if his “bump” was too much and if they needed to put him in a chastity cage. He wanted to die during that conversation... thankfully ending in them deciding not to cage up his cock.

He walked in and sat down at the bar as he’d been instructed. He was to order a pink daiquiri and wait to be approached about a job. “A pink daiquiri, please” he said with his soft voice to the bartender before beginning to look around the club. He wanted so desperately to turn and run... as much as he could run in 4” pink heels... but he sat and waited.

 

[Audrian.Kaine]

The Wolves Den--a club located in the heart of Brick City. It belonged to the infamous Dragunov family. Alongside the Den, the family-owned two other businesses: a hotel and a gentlemen's club. The Wolves Den served as a buffer. It was a way to make contact and if you spoke the magic words you might just get an invite to the casino where the stakes were high and the rewards even higher. That is if you didn't run yourself into debt.

"A pink daiquiri..." the bartender smiled... "Surely a woman like you deserves better~" his words ran smoothly against his Russian accent, heavy with intrigue. Her choice of drink was more than that. It was the phrase many a woman used to become part of the Dragunov franchise. Young women traveled from all over the city to just breathe the same air as the dancers in their gentlemen's club. They appeared to be more than just whores... More like trophies instead of slaves chained to a bed. If they excelled they earned a permanent place among the showgirls at the casino.

Dragunov was the youngest of three siblings and the only viable candidate to take over his father's legacy-despite being the bastard of his late mother. While his name alluded to him being Yuri Dragonov's legitimate; his exotic features said otherwise. He stood at an intimidating height of 6'6, chiseled features softened by almond-shaped emeralds, and sensual lips that always seemed to be curled in amusement. His skin, a natural caramel color allowed the vibrancy of his tattoo to stand out regardless of the loud teal tank top his toned torso sported. His dark hair was pulled back in a lazy low ponytail that accented his laxed apparel and enhanced his charm as he hovered closer to the blonde-- "Why don't I treat you to my specialty, my treat?" If the blonde was there to have some fun she would easily jump ship and accept his offer at something more exciting.

Alexio was hoping she wanted to play. She was stunning. A doll playing a game of dress-up and he wanted to see what was underneath. With his father's retirement looming over him, his role in the family business had expanded far too quickly for his liking. Most of his time was spent around broken whores, old men, or delusional lackeys who thought they could challenge him. It was a pain in the ass--especially since law enforcement seemed to be increasing their efforts around the city to cut down on the drugs and trafficking. Since his family played a huge part in the latter, Alexio was forced to inspect anything and everything at all times.. Damn, what he would give to relax right now. Nonetheless, his presence behind the bar wasn't a fluke. It was time to gather new merchandise and he'd been at it for most of the night. He just needed one more girl--and the innocent-looking doll on the other side of his bar looked promising.

 

[Erotica]

Jessie recognized the bartender, trying to keep his nerves calm as the man came over and obviously recognized the coded message of asking for the feminine drink. It was Alexio, one of the siblings - he couldn't remember which was which, but he knew the man was very important and likely Jessie's in. It was a game that, at least to the common customer, would be nothing more than a bit of flirting banter between a girl and a barkeep. But the undertones were far more severe. When Alexio took the next step of offering 'his treat', Jessie felt his heart pounding. Everything within him was telling him to turn and run, that he was out of his depth, that he didn't want to go deeper into this world. He could turn heel and walk out, tell his team that he felt his cover was blown, that he was being watched.

But he didn't. He stayed there, his pink lips spreading into a faux smile as he tried to play the part of a willing volunteer for 'playing.' He'd been assured by his team that things would surely not escalate to the point where he'd actually have to do any sort of homosexual act... though he wasn't sure how they could so confidently assure that, it was like they knew that was what he wanted... needed... to hear.

So he had a false sense of confidence that nothing would happen sexually, like the team knew the process somehow. It was enough to keep him engaged at the bar instead of running. "Your specialty, huh? How could I pass that up?" he forced out in his soft voice, shooting the bartender a playful wink.

He seemed to know the 'specialty' likely wasn't a drink, standing and grabbing his clutch. It had his phone in it, which was his only real way of calling for help should things get out of hand. It was vital he keep it close by as it also was the way the team could geolocate where he was in the club, or if he left.