I look up from my spot at the bar and see a peculiar sight. A woman, and a very beautiful woman at that, has just entered the club. I receive a jolt when I realize that the woman in the short white dress with the black belt and boots is my subordinate, one Jill Valentine. I shouldn't be that surprised, Miss Valentine is an exquisite example of the female race. She had long, flawless legs, perky and larger-then-average breasts, and an ass to kill for.
I stood up as she approached the bar, adjusting my customary sunglasses. I sneak up on her after she orders, knowing women, its probably a fruity drink. "Hello there, Miss Valentine..." I say into her ear.
"C-Captain Wesker!" She exclaimed, jumping in her seat.
I smirk, because well, I've taken a liking to this girl since she entered S.T.A.R.S.. "Please, call me Albert outside work."
She nods, I don't think she's taking seeing me outside work too well. "Hello Albert..."
We spend a good night together at the bar, drinking and shit talking her partner, the steroid-stuffed Redfield boy, whom I hate. We somehow end up at her place, and one thing leads to another until we are naked on her couch.
She sits up, covering her breasts. "I... I'm a virgin..." she says softly. Under normal circumstances, I would have run out of the room, but I was drunk at the time, so my usually flawless judgment was impaired.
I take off my sunglasses and stare at her alluring form. "Too bad..." I tell her. "You've aroused me, Miss Valentine, and you must pay the price."
Her face turns beet red as I remove her hands from her breasts and kiss her nipples, eliciting a moan. "A-Albert..." she gasps as I pinch her left nipple sharply. At that moment, I vow that this woman shall be the only person to call me by my first name, that is how alluring her voice was.
I would tell you what happened next, but I don't really remember.