You know, I was never much of a 'spiritual' man. I always believed that once you were laid six feet under, that was it. No pearly gates, or wings to fly around with. So, it surprised me when I did see St. Peter on that rainy day in March when my parents put me to rest. And it shocked me when He told me I was going back to earth. I figured it was to get back at the drunk driver who ran me over and left me to die. Hell, I was only twenty-five, I wanted fucking revenge! But, that's not what He said my purpose was. My purpose was to be 'reincarnated' into something useful and something that I'd appreciate and love.
Great, I was going to be a tree and get my ass chopped down and made into paper; or so I thought. Lord above, whether he was drunk or just liked me, told me what I would become. A flash of blinding light, the feeling of forever falling, and the sound of...girls? Opening my eyes, I saw girls all around me, smiling at each other. Some were in string thongs, some in tight white shirts that were drenched and you could see their tits, and others were ass naked. They came over to me and started rubbing their dripping pussies against me. Others rubbed tight asses in my face and a few smothered me with perfectly round tits. I looked over into a mirror and that's when I realized what I was. I was now a strip pole in 'The Pussy Cat', the hottest joint in Las Vegas.