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“I don’t even... I can’t... you shouldn’t even be here!” Luke whispered the last words in a way that was almost a hiss. Agent Marstow couldn’t really blame him. More noticeably, he couldn’t even really recognize him!

“Luk-” Before he could even say anything, the blonde’s eyes went wide, he put his hand over the Agent’s mouth, and dragged him into a side alley. “Did anyone see us??” The blonde was looking around frantically. “If anyone sees me talking to a fucking FBI agent around here... I’m sorry, but like, I can’t risk this...”

Marstow gasped as his witness started to get on her knees and undo his pants. “What the fu- Lu-”

Again, Luke popped up to silence him, this time by planting a wet kiss on his lips. “Don’t say my name, you fucking idiot!” He continued kissing his neck a little. “We can talk like this... Papi’s across the street. He knows some of the guys like to kiss first...”

“Who the fuck is Papi?” Marstow whispered.

Luke kept kissing the Agent’s neck. “Papi’s my fucking pimp, you idiot.” He licked up his ear. Marstow was tingling, now. This little crossdressing whore was quite good. Except, he wasn’t 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, he’d 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. “Hide in plain sight,” he’d been told.

“You all thought it was sooooo funny, didn't you?” More kisses. “Put 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...”

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. “Luke...”

“Stop... using... my... fucking... name...” The kisses between each word were starting to drive Marstow crazy. “It’s Lola. Understood?”

“But... if you do this... don’t they know?” Marstow regretted the question as “Lola” gave him a look of pure hatred. She flipped up her skirts and shoved the Agent’s hand down to let him feel the tiny cage around his cock. “They know I was born with this. They don’t care that I don’t WANT this. Enough foreplay. Tell me when I’m getting out. What’s happening with the trial??”

“N-Nothing... this is just... a check up... you’re not being removed. I can put in an application, but...”

Lola looked like he was about to cry. “Papi’s one of them, you know... you fucking asshole... you’ve got your witness working for the people I’m supposed to snitch on... as a fucking sissy whore!!!”

Agent Marstow really did feel horrible. Unfortunately, what he felt even more than that, was... aroused.