Xander did not realize it but the artifact created world were he was a hero and his friends were being saved by him from one evil scheme after another.
Willow went to retreive the book from the library shelf, Xander couldn't help but stare.
She had a short leather mini-skirt molded perfectly to her round bubble butt and beneath that long, supple legs, clad in smoky seamed stockings, descended to black patent stiletto pumps.
Turning to give her pupil a smile, Willow adjusted to black catseye glasses that had slipped down her cute little skyslope nose--a product of a nose job on her 16th birthday--and licked slick pink glossed, collogen enhanced lips. Xander just drank in the vision of her, from her high beehive of bouffant red hair, to the e cup melons that heaved beneath her translucent white blouse, to her perfectly legs that went on for ever, Willow looked like some kind of slutty secretary, out of a porno movie. He felt his cock twitch appreciatelively as he wondered how his nerdy childhood friend had grown up to be such a vixen.
"Xander?" she asked in that cute little breathy voice of hers.
"Yeah, Wills, what's up?"
"Well, you are, I bet," she gave a little giggle. "And if you like, I can help you with that." She added suggestively, giggling again, before going on. "But you didn't answer my question. I can't research the demons you fought last night, if you don't tell me what it was like."
And then the memories started pouring in. That's right, he wanted his watcher's help researching the demon tribe he'd led his slayers against last night. Buffy and Faith, they were such good girls, so brave, if inexperienced, and so grateful for his leadershiip and guidance in the fight against evil... It didn't hurt that they were total hotties.
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