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.

As I came out of the bathroom, I decided to take off my heels. Michael watched me closely. He was so infatuated with me. I smiled like the naughty bitch I am as I walked towards him. He sat on the edge of the bed with a smoke in his hand. I leaned down to his lips, getting smoke blown in my face. Michael cocked a smirk while I turned my head to kiss him. While he was distracted, I slipped his cigarette out of his hand.

"You could've just asked for one." He said upon us parting.

I took a drag, replying, "Where's the fun in that?"

Michael ran his hands up my hips, "You've had clothes on far too long."

Hm, I suppose he's right. I slowly unbuckled the bondage straps around my chest, carefully dropping it to the ground. My switchblade gets to stay though. I don't take any chance. I bunched up my tight dress in my fists and pulled it up over my head. Michael seeped a moan to see my pale skin. He pulled me in closer and started to kiss my stomach.

"I hope you don't mind," Michael said, "You're not going to be walking right when I'm done with you."

"It wouldn't be the first time." I responded, "Stand up for me."

He did as I asked. I crawled on the bed, remaining on my knees. Michael ran his hands over my butt, "Shit."

I spoke in the most feminine voice I can manage, "You wanna fuck me, Baby?"

He slapped my ass, "I want to do a lot of things to you, Sugar Tits."

I pushed down my underwear, moving back and forth on my knees to tease him. Judging on how fast I've already made him cum, this shouldn't be hard. He thinks he's going to wreck me? He's not another thing coming.

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It must've been 5AM when I finally got out of there. It's not that it was hard to get him to cum. He wasn't interested in only going one round though. I wasn't cum drunk when I left. However, I was walking like I was because I was so fucking tired. Thankfully Ricky and I's room was in the same hotel. I nearly fell into the wall as I walked out of the elevator.

For fuck's sake, he didn't give me a key yet. I slid down the wall outside of our hotel room and texted him. Hopefully he's still awake. We are both still on an American sleep schedule, meaning our internal clock thinks it's like 3PM. I don't know why I'm so tired. Ricky opened the door a few moments later.

"You okay, Babe?" He humurously asked.

I snapped my hand towards him, "Just help me up."

Ricky chuckled as he got me to my feet. I didn't even put my heels back on. They were in my hand, and the second I walked into the hotel room, they got to be on the floor. The same went for my gun holster. I pulled my switchblade out of my garter belt, then got rid of my thigh highs as fast as I could.

"I wasn't expecting you to be gone this long." He said.

"He didn't want to let me leave. I think he got a little addicted to me." I responded while I walked over to my suitcase. First I pulled off my dress, then started to look for something comfy.

"I don't blame him." Ricky wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, "I don't think you realize just how sexy you are."

"Mmm, Baby, if I wasn't so damn tired, I'd let you fuck me into next week."

He took his hands off of me so I could finish getting dressed. I threw my bra onto the floor and pulled on a hockey jersey. The bed looked so fucking good and felt even better. I crashed into the fluffy white sheets.

"Ryan wants us to call him." He informed me.

I groaned, "I almost forgot about that... Why didn't you let me forget about it?"

"Sorry." He laughed.

Ricky grabbed his laptop and came over to the bed. He sat down beside me, pulling up Skype. I forced myself to sit up even though I really don't want to. I'm so tired and I want sleep already. It took a few rings for him to pick up. I rested my head on Ricky's shoulder, yawning.

"This better be good." I sleepily warned him.

"It is." Ryan responded, "Well, it's not good, but-" He sighed, "You know what I fucking mean. You know how Kuza's always had a tendency to poison his own food?"

"And poison other people's food." I grumbled.

"I think I may have figured out why he was doing it. Not just that. Why he became a cannibal, why he's such a fucking animal. Ever since he woke up from his coma, he's been so docile. Chris, on the other hand, has been getting more violent and irrational. He's yelled at Angelo a few times now, which he's never done before in his entire life. Right after you guys left, he got in an argument with Vinny and punched him.

Then, about an hour before I text you, Ashley went down to check on Kuza and Chris and visit them. Angelo had left the room for a little while to take a shower and honestly, to have a break. When she got down there, she found Chris walking back and forth in the hall outside their room and he was cutting his arms. The nurse had to give him Morphine to get him to go to sleep. They don't trust him to be awake now."

"Are you sure this is Chris we're talking about?" Ricky questioned, "I mean, he can get nasty with women, but he'd never hurt any of us."

"And he wouldn't try to kill himself. He loves Angelo too much to leave him." I added.

"Exactly. So, before the nurses drugged him, I ran some tests on him. All the problems I had with you, they were the exact opposite. Instead of being too cold, he was too hot. Instead of having low blood pressure with a high heart rate, he had high blood pressure and his heartbeat is near nonexistent. The only person I've ever seen have that low of a heart rate before was Mike. Now, he has the most normal one out of any of you."

"Do you think it's because this spirit is focusing on Chris now?" I asked.

"At first, that was what I thought. Then I remembered that night Kuza broke your back, he also bit Vinny. And all his attempts at suicide, those have been going on for years. This behavior was something that Kuza had long before this thing came around."

"It's not like people just swap personalities." I said, "This isn't Freaky Friday or some shit."

"It's not that they switched personalities. You told me that Kuza said the reason the spirit kept torturing Mike was because he was mad he couldn't take control of him. Maybe he couldn't control him because there already was something else controlling him." Ryan explained, "My theory is, when Kuza had his anyerisum, his body became too frail and weak to host a spirit. So, it jumped into Chris and is possessing him now. Which would explain why the other evil fucker is tormenting him now."

"If that is the case, and if it had been with Kuza since he was young, it would explain a lot of things. He's known Chris the longest too. Maybe the spirit chose to jump into him because that's who it was most familiar with." Ricky said.

I pursed my lips and huffed, "And maybe it made Kuza love me just because it wanted to control me too."

Ryan replied, "You always said Kuza was The Devil, and you may have been right."