âI donât even... I canât... you shouldnât even be here!â Luke whispered the last words in a way that was almost a hiss. Agent Marstow couldnât really blame him. More noticeably, he couldnât even really recognize him!
âLuk-â Before he could even say anything, the blondeâs eyes went wide, he put his hand over the Agentâs mouth, and dragged him into a side alley. âDid anyone see us??â The blonde was looking around frantically. âIf anyone sees me talking to a fucking FBI agent around here... Iâm sorry, but like, I canât risk this...â
Marstow gasped as his witness started to get on her knees and undo his pants. âWhat the fu- Lu-â
Again, Luke popped up to silence him, this time by planting a wet kiss on his lips. âDonât say my name, you fucking idiot!â He continued kissing his neck a little. âWe can talk like this... Papiâs across the street. He knows some of the guys like to kiss first...â
âWho the fuck is Papi?â Marstow whispered.
Luke kept kissing the Agentâs neck. âPapiâs my fucking pimp, you idiot.â He licked up his ear. Marstow was tingling, now. This little crossdressing whore was quite good. Except, he wasnât supposed to be that. He was supposed to be living in a safe house and working as a waiter in a bar.
All this because, a year and a half ago, heâd realized the firm he worked for was laundering money for one of the worst gangs in the city. He thought the FBI would welcome him as a hero... instead, they barely seemed to care, while the gang he snitched on found out. So he was stuck. No case on the people who were after him was moving, and he was in a lot of danger. When he begged for protection, his uppity attitude had landed him here, in the very neighborhood where he was in the most danger. âHide in plain sight,â heâd been told.
âYou all thought it was sooooo funny, didn't you?â More kisses. âPut the finance bro nepo baby rich kid in this neighborhood... make me work a menial service job... I remember hearing how you all talked about me...â
Marstow now felt really terrible. That was true, actually. It was also why when they stopped hearing from Luke, it took awhile to get around to him. âLuke...â
âStop... using... my... fucking... name...â The kisses between each word were starting to drive Marstow crazy. âItâs Lola. Understood?â
âBut... if you do this... donât they know?â Marstow regretted the question as âLolaâ gave him a look of pure hatred. She flipped up her skirts and shoved the Agentâs hand down to let him feel the tiny cage around his cock. âThey know I was born with this. They donât care that I donât WANT this. Enough foreplay. Tell me when Iâm getting out. Whatâs happening with the trial??â
âN-Nothing... this is just... a check up... youâre not being removed. I can put in an application, but...â
Lola looked like he was about to cry. âPapiâs one of them, you know... you fucking asshole... youâve got your witness working for the people Iâm supposed to snitch on... as a fucking sissy whore!!!â
Agent Marstow really did feel horrible. Unfortunately, what he felt even more than that, was... aroused.
âWell... if heâs one of them... Iâm sure he doesnât mess around.â Lola shook his head. âSo...â He placed his hand on the back of Lolaâs head, pushing the sissy onto her knees. Lolaâs tears welled up as she realized that this man wasnât going to save her, he was going to treat her like every man did these days. âIâll give you a good tip, at least... and Iâll start checking up on you again... MMMM... yeah... much more often...â
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