The Evil Eve

Boredly sitting in Angel's office on one of the comfy chairs while the boss was off tracking a werewolf, Andrew fiddled with somethings on the table. He really had nothing to do.

"Who are you?"

Andrew turned, to see a very cute, perky, petite blonde standing behind him in a red dress. "I'm Andrew. I'm the new guy," he smiled.

"Pathetic," she sighed.

"Aren't you supposed to say something a bit more witty to insult me? Isn't that what bad guys do?"

"I won't waste the energy on you. What you are is pathetic."

"Hey! I'm not pathetic!"

"Angel must be slumming if he's working with a blond little punk like you," laughed Eve as she walked to his desk and sat up on it.

Andrew stood up with anger, the best he could offer. "I'm not pathetic! I was once a super-villain! I worked with Warren! THE Warren."

"Warren? Warren Beatty?"

"No... Warren! He invented robots."

Eve laughed some more. "Never heard of him."

"I was once a minion of the First!"

Eve turned her head, slightly interested. "The First... The First what, Andrew?"

"The First Evil. The evilist of the evil. Even eviller then you, miss Evil."

"The name is Eve."

"One L away from Eve."

She didn't care what he was saying. "What did you do for the First?"

"He passed through me a few times. I was his minion, before Caleb, you know."

Of course that wasn't true, but Andrew believed it anyways. And so did Eve, apparently. She leaned in with great fascination. "Are you saying that the First Evil used you as a conduit?"

"No, it's more like I used HIM!" laughed Andrew.

Eve stood up from the desk and walked to where Andrew was standing. She reached on to the sphegetti straps holding up her red dress and lifted them out, letting it slink and slide down her body till it got to her hips. She wiggled and turned and the dress fell to her feet.

Standing naked, she was glorious. Her small breasts looked large, actually. Her hour-glass figure led down to her smooth hips, down to her thin but inviting thighs. Between it was her pussy, with a light blonde bush. She seductively walked over to Andrew and laid a very brief kiss upon his lips before whispering:

"Any man who has been with the First is a man I'm willing to do things for."