Jenny, right on cue

When you see the door open, you **** yourself to stifle a moan as you think of what you'll do to your former friend. Slowly, you slink around the back of the van and creep through the shadows toward Jenny.

A short, cute college-aged girl with black hair, small breasts, but a lovely ass, Jenny is quite the morsel. Her face lit up orange from the lighter's flames licking at the cigarette makes you smile; you can't wait until her body is a perfect crimson. Your heightened senses pick up the sigh of relief as the nicotine enters the girl's system. Poor thing has been smoking since 18 you think; however you know that you will ensure her sins will only get worse.

You stay back just a few paces as Jenny walks the bottom of the steps that lead to the service door and sits with another sigh. You have her now.

As you wrap your powerful arm around her waist and pin her unoccupied arm to Jenny's side, your other hand removes the cigarette from between her lips and you replace it with your tongue. Combined with her slightly altered state from the nicotine, the virus hits her almost instantly. After only a small whimper and a moment of struggle, Jenny is already swirling her tongue around yours. She has forgotten entirely about her cigarette; your kiss is her new addiction. When you finally break the kiss to straddle her, she looks at you with unrestrained lust.

"I always knew...you were a...slut!" She says, panting. "Make me like you!"

Unfortunately, you cannot take her soul just yet, as Jenny must remain human in order to lure the bartender to you. "I will very soon, love" you purr. "I have just a small task for you, and then you will ascend."

"Anything, mistress!" The beautifully submissive waitress replies, her bloodshot eyes searching for approval in your crimson gaze.

"Use any means necessary to bring the bartender out here to me. We are going to have one hell of a party tonight!"

Turning quickly, Jenny runs back into the restaurant, leaving you to eagerly await the bartender.