As part of my apology for taking so long, here is another chapter. Ray's POV this time. Enjoy my lovely readers.

Chapter 5

Kai's job involved orange reflective vests, a roll call, and picking up trash in public parks under the scornful eyes of onlookers. What it however did not involve was a salary. Even though it wasn't technically himself in the orange vest, Ray was feeling the shame. People were whispering and pointing fingers. Mothers were hastily grabbing their children's hands they passed him by. He hoped for the sake of their team's reputation that nobody recognized Kai. He was grateful for the fact that his parole officer had yelled at him to remove his "gang make-up" before they set out. Kai was somewhat of a small-town celebrity, but hopefully the fresh-faced cheeks could grant him a little anonymity.

The work went on for eight hours without a break. The glaring heat was killing him, but if he stopped for as long as a minute to drink some water from the fountain, Mr Yoshi came over to scold him and threaten to write him up for bad behaviour. He cursed Kai for making him to his community service for him. But he also lamented on what he had said earlier, that they really didn't know much about his life outside of their meet ups. As he handed back his vest at the end of the day, he asked Mr Yoshi how many hours he had left, hoping to be able to ballpoint the severity of Kai's crime.

"128."

"Damn."

"Should have thought of that before you did what you did."

"Yes sir."

Ray walked away shaking his head. "What did you do, Kai?"

"So what does Kai do for a living."

Despite being mad at him for acting so irresponsibly and callously putting their team's reputation at risk, Ray knew it wasn't his place to say. Still, he couldn't resist taunting him a little.

"He is a stripper."

Max gasped. Tyson laughed. They turned to Kai in awe. "For real?"

Kai gave him the stink eye. To no effect. In part, because it didn't look nearly as intimidating coming from Tyson, but primarily because this was the non-negotiable payment Ray demanded for his silence. It was up to Kai to accept the terms. He resigned to his new image.

"It's as he says." The words were almost inaudible through his clenched teeth.

Ray wasn't the only one amused. Tyson was dancing around the humbled felon, trying to cold read his stage name. "Grincher Spice? Grumpy Glitzthong? Kiki Diamond?"

Kai masterfully changed the subject. "We have established some rules. Some no-go's and behavioural guidelines." He informed Ray.

"Alright, hit me."

The look on Kai's face told him he would love to take that literally.

"No unsolicited snooping. Keep it to the minimum that the situation requires."

That one was directed at him. Ray nodded. "Surely, our definition of what the situation requires are bound to differ."

"If you are in doubt. Don't." Kai snapped back. He rubbed his temples and decided to appeal to him with a kinder approach. "I have a right to secrets, Kon."

Ray had a lot of questions, but Kai was correct. In just a day, he had already learned a lot more than Kai was comfortable telling him.

He nodded politely. "Of course."

"No sex."

"Well that's a given."

"That includes masturbation."

Ray grunted. "That shouldn't be too hard since you seem to have the sex drive of a menopausal woman, but Max will struggle in my body."

"This should be obvious but don't share personal details you happen to find out." Kai's voice was unusually shaky.

Ray nodded. "Right, I'm sorry." That joke appeared to have hit a sore spot. Kai wasn't actually impotent, was he? Ray was desperate to find out, but he'd have to resist.

"Ray is right though." Max butted in. "We don't know how long we will be like this, but…" He turned red in shame. Ray's hyper-inflated sex drive was too much for this pure-hearted virgin. This body got hard if a pretty girl did as much as sit near him on the bus. It made him feel like a pervert. He had covered his lap with a newspaper but still felt compelled look over his shoulder during the entire ride, praying that nobody could tell. Luckily it wasn't too obvious, since Ray was rather small in that regard. Surely that was a secret Ray would like if he kept for himself.

"No problem, knock yourself out Maxie."

Max responded by diverting his gaze. Anxiously twirling his thumbs, he deflected the attention at Tyson. "Since Ray gave me permission, I can't hold you to higher standard."

"Okay then. So, do we all agree that sex is off the table, but solo is fine?" Tyson suggested.

"I'm not comfortable with it." Kai chimed in. Even the idea of Ray touching it to pee made the hairs on his back stand up. Not even a significant other had been allowed near his privates.

"Huh? You're a stripper. Shouldn't you be used to people groping you? Poor Ray will have people's hands all over him." Tyson threw in.

"Oh, I think he'd enjoy that." Kai remarked dryly.

They could all agree on that. Really it was a surprise to them their horndog friend hadn't considered that career before.

"Before all of you hastily agree, Kai has a point in being cautious. It could be it might reveal some things we keep suppressed."

"Eh, you mean like our kinks and such? Do you think it's possible they might carry through?"

In that moment a wave of panic swept over all of them.

Kai and Tyson fearing that theirs might be revealed, meanwhile Max was hoping Ray's fantasies would be vanilla. Good thing Kenny wasn't involved in this. Anyone who spend that much time on the internet would indubitably have a state of mind under the legislature of rule 34.