Alex arrives at the bar

Alex looked down at himself and sighed - was this really a good idea? He thought back to his conversation with his Sergeant. At the time, it all seemed so reasonable - The Bar was a focus of criminal activity, there was suspicion but no evidence, wouldn't it be a good idea to send an attractive PC in undercover. Now that he was sat here, he was less sure.

However, he thought about the kudos he would get should he get a decent result out of it. He slid his phone into his pocket and got out of his car. Walking towards the bouncers at the door, he hoped he looked natural - he certainly didn't feel it. The best description for Alex was "conservative" - a sheltered upbringing, religious family, some very archaic views on sex before marriage. So what he was currently wearing was very unusual for him. He had no idea where the Sergeant had got the gear from - he assumed that he had confiscated it from some pervert.

Because a pervert was exactly what Alex felt like. His neat black hair was gelled into a faux hawk. Instead of his preferred chinos, he was wearing a skintight pair of shiny black rubber jeans that clung to his muscled, compressed his cock and balls and squeaked with every move. On his feet were black Dr Marten boots, neatly laced with white laces. On his torso was a black rubber chest harness and over it was a black rubber biker jacket. He felt like a bloody idiot.

The bouncers didn't seem to see anything wrong, though, and Alex was quickly ushered inside and ready to explore.