Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 52 | Gucci Coochie

Nice dress, nice car, yeah it's great, but it's not that interesting when I look over in the driver seat. Don't get me wrong. Michael is an attractive man, but he's not my man. It's just not the same. Regardless, it's a little hard to not enjoy joy riding around Tokyo in a custom built Lamborghini. The lights were so gorgeous. It was like a sexier version of New York.

"You're not like us." Michael stated, not taking his eyes off the road, "How'd you end up here?"

"That's a very vague question." I responded.

"Alright, how'd you end up a fed's fucktoy? A lot agents, CIA or FBI, keep a few bitches to take off the edge, but they don't carry a pistol and have a razor tongue." He said.

I snickered, running my tongue along my sharp teeth. I'd never have daggers for teeth like Kuza, but I can draw blood. "I fucked the wrong person, then I fucked the right one. I killed a lot of people and the bitch I was with eventually turned me in. They threw me in prison. A few years passed and the feds decide to send in an undercover agent to profile my friends and I. He didn't realize what he got himself into and before he knew it, he was one of us. That agent was Ricky."

"So, you're one of his attack dogs, then?" He asked.

"You could say that." I turned on my side to face him. "If it weren't for me sucking his cock, the Suicide Squad wouldn't exist. He's a good agent, but no man is invulnerable to love."

Michael set his hand on my knee, pulling a my fishnets slowly as he moved it up. "It'd be a little hard to deny someone like you."

"You can fall in love with me for the night," I gently traced my fingertips up his arm, "But just be sure you forget about me by morning. Or else you'll end up like Ricky; A slave to the very type of person you work so hard to lock away."

"Oh, Honey, it's going to be a little harder than that to forget about you, but it'll probably make it easier if you stop sweet talking me. With lips like that, you've got to have more talents than just talking."

I've been wanting him to cut to the chase already. I assumed I'd have to wait until the hotel for that but I'll gladly accept this. Ten years ago, I would've been in a dress I stole giving head in a rust bucket ready for the junkyard. Now, I get to suck dick in a high end sports car, wearing thousands in clothes and jewelry. No matter how much I've upgraded my lifestyle, I'll still be a dirty whore. I just get better clients now.

I repositioned myself to be leaned over from my seat to his. He was already hard for me. I knew he'd be easy to break. He showed that the second he saw me. Michael came off as an addict that rarely got his fix. It was no surprise to me that he was sensitive. As much as I hate to support crossdressing kinks, it does empower me when I can make a man crumble under my touch.

He had a nice cock. It was about the size of Ricky's, actually. It's nothing that's going to make me turn into a slut for him but I'll be able to enjoy tonight. I really like big cock. He wasn't as big as I could take or want. It'll do though. Getting him to gasp and moan so easily was definitely worth it. What can I say? I'm addicted to control.

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I made him cum just giving him head, meaning we had some time to kill until he could fuck me. That's fine with me. It gave me more time to lure him into my trap. I may have told him not to get attached to me but I secretly want him to. Having a CIA agent that'll do what I ask could benefit me quite a lot. He's got powers that Ricky doesn't.

When we got to his room, I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up my makeup. I also checked my phone to make sure no one had texted me. Ricky let me know what our hotel room number was. Ryan had texted me too, telling me that we needed to talk as soon as I was available. Well, he would make it more urgent if someone was dead or dying. I'm sure it can wait until I'm done with Michael. I'm only fucking him for Ryan's benefit anyways. I wonder if Ricky had sent him those files already and that's what he wanted to talk about? We'll see.