demothi

Title: Undercover Operations
Verse: Animated
Rating: R (to be safe)
Characters: Blurr & Longarm Prime
Summery: Blurr and Longarm go undercover, with Blurr playing distraction up on a strip show stage.
Warnings: Sticky system, Strip show, Humiliation.

“You are quite sure, Longarm Prime sir, that this is absolutely necessary?” Blurr asked, fidgeting slightly as the medic fit a ‘safety device’ at the entrance to his valve.

“It is my hope that it won’t be needed, but considering the potential danger of this mission it would be best for you to wear it. Especially considering your... unaltered state.” the intelligence department Prime said, giving a small nod to add to his implication. Blurr felt his faceplate heat as his systems cycled a bit faster, the embarrassing subject of his interface life, or lack thereof, coming up again.

“Wellifyouthinkit’sbestthenyouareprobablyright. I-will-still-be-on-the-stage-for-this, right?” He asked, his nervousness lessening only slightly when the medic got up and left without a word.

“That’s right, and, in theory, no one in the crowd should be able to touch you. Still we will be there investigating Decepticon activity, they are not likely to follow the rules if they feel a reason not to. They will also know you are there and who you are, that is why I will also be there, in the background, doing the actual job, while you are the distraction.”

“Right,thedistraction.”

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Blurr looked down the stage from where he was hidden just before his act, it was glowing bright, preventing shadows from hiding anything of the performers, not that most of them wanted anything hidden. He knew the routine, it hadn’t taken more than a couple watchings to get it memorized, but what he had struggled with was the pacing. As always he tended to work through it fast, which apparently left something to be desired for the crowd.

He heard his music come up and counted in his head, timing up just right with the cue to strut out onto the stage. He kept count between the steps as he worked his way out to the center of the stage, now surrounded on most sides by mechs who watched him with hungry, lustful optics. In place he rolled his hips to one side, and then to the other, looking down at the crowd both times with a carefully neutral expression. There already was a lack of armor on his form, so this was less of a strip down show and much more of an exhibition act.

On time he sank down into a squat, his hands going to his knees and spreading them, giving the mechs in front of him a peek at the front edge of his valve. Then he brought his hands slowly up the outside of his thighs, maintaining the squat, from there he stroked them up the plain of his stomach and up to his chest, rubbing the armor over his spark. They next moved on a slow trail to his crotch, slipping away on the tops of his thighs at the very last moment, teasing the crowd of even seeing him touch his valve. His count was now up in the thousands, but he still kept on going, using the numbers to keep the act steady and slow enough to entice the crowd.

From his knees his hands fluttered against the insides of his thighs slipping down them, this time actually going to touch over top of himself. He felt a trickle of charge run through him, but he didn’t have time for that right now. He stood up slowly, his hips coming up first, with his hands still covering the one thing everyone in the crowd wanted to see. His next moves were all designed to make note of his flexibility, splits where he would then press his chest to the floor, leg raises while one hand stroked the limb suggestively. All the while as he did these moves and others there was always something to obscure the view of his valve, be it his hand or the position itself, the crowd never go a full, unblocked view.

Then it was time for the finally, the big reveal as it were. He pivoted on one foot so that his back faced the crowd, as he now stood at the end of the stage closest to the exit. Shifting his feet apart he went down into a crouch, putting his hands onto his foot armor and raising his aft up into the air. The pose gave the whole of the crowd a perfect view of his valve. Looking from between his own legs Blurr searched for his boss, finally finding the mech back near a corner that he had thought he looked in before. The mech seemed to be intent on someone, so hopefully they had gotten what they needed out of this whole thing.

It was as he was looking away from Longarm that he saw something he hadn’t noticed before. Almost all the mechs in the crowd, even, he now realized, the one he had thought was where he found Longarm, had their spikes out and were stroking themselves or overloading or had already overloaded. He had been able to make this group of mechs so charged up they would self service in a place like this; he felt oddly dirty. When the music for his act was over he could barely keep himself from running off stage, once he was he curled up in a corner where Longarm had said he would pick him up, hugging himself and trying to just forget that whole experience all together.