Most of the UC was conducted in strip bars and I had to find creative ways to turn down offers of...favors... from the gals that were offered by the guys bribing me. I told them I was after the money and could get my own talent.
However, there was one time we were "tailing" a guy in lower Manhattan that went into a gay bar and I followed him in and had to sit at the bar chatting up a couple of fellas and being chatted up in kind.
Fortunately, that's as far as I went.
I only took my clothes off partially to convince some mob guys I wasn't wearing a wire, and the only thing that save me was having my thumb over the mic when I told them if I was getting undressed, "all you fat fucks are gonna get undressed too!". They didn't want to shed their clothes, and that saved my butt that day.