It was inky black, blacker than even the time my flashlight died deep in that cave. There was no light, absolutely none. I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or closed, but then I couldn't seem to feel my eyelids, or my hands or feet or legs or...well, anything. I seemed to be just floating there. Surprisingly the fact that I couldn't feel anything didn't bother me. I wasn't panicked. Too late for that.
I remembered clearly climbing on to my motorcycle a few minutes ago, or was it hours? Days? Did time even matter in eternity? I was dead, right? I mean this was dead, wasn't it? I remember so clearly that blue Nissan pulling out in front of me, my efforts to lay my bike down so that I wouldn't hit it broad side, only to have her lay on the brakes when she realized what she had done. I remember clearly the young twenty something blond girl turn her head and see me, her blue eyes big as saucers, the phone slipping from her hand as she realized what she had done. I remember sliding on the pavement, the bumps and ridges banging my body through the leathers. I remember hitting my whole left side into the side of the car at the same time my bike hit, the two of is crumpling the door panels in.
Yeah, no doubt about it, I was dead. This wasn't what I expected though. This was...well...boring. I expected heaven, or hell, but well, maybe the Catholics got it right and there really was a purgatory? If so this must be it. I just floated there, wondering what was next.
I saw it as a pinprick of light in the total inky distance. Just a tiny little speck of light. What was it they always said in the movies, go to the light? I would if I knew how. I couldn't feel my body so I guess moving was out of the question. How was I supposed to move to the light? Think my way there?
Oh yeah, I guess that was pretty dumb. All I had was my thoughts. I concentrated on the light and it seemed to move closer. Well I think closer, or bigger or something. There really isn't any sense of time or distance when you're dead. This isn't what I expected, but at least unlike the atheists I believed there was some form of life after death. I thought the light closer and closer, or was it bigger and bigger? Either way I could "feel" it getting closer. Was that a sound? Music? No...not music, a sound. Constant, repetitive, soft, but getting slightly louder. Can you really hear when you're dead?
Yeah it was a sound. Quiet, soothing, repetitive, almost familiar. A beep, that's what it was. A beeping. Soft, repetitive, soothing. BEEP...BEEP...BEEP. Yeah I liked that. I listened to it as the light grew, a white mist or fog. I couldn't see through it, or even into it. It just seemed to envelope me. like being inside a cloud. This was nice. I liked it. I could hear the beeping, constant, steady, soft, soothing. What was that other noise? Oh....it sounds like a voice. An angel? Maybe I was going to heaven. It was sweet, soft, soothing. I could make out her words, "Take it easy, I'm here. No rush." She said softly. No rush for what? To get to heaven? To go someplace besides heaven? It was getting jumbled now. It seemed like I could feel parts of my body, my legs, my arms. I couldn't move anything, but I could tell they were there. I felt a soft breeze blow across my face, ruffling my eyelashes, moving a few of my hairs. A soft touch on my arm, gentle, soothing, fingers sliding along my arm, then....then.... what? Wait!
My mind was flooded with images, sensations, things I didn't understand.
I was suddenly in a large room, dark all around, faceless bodies sitting facing a round, slowly turning stage with a single fat silver pole sticking up through the center, like a carousel without any horses on it. I sat with the faceless bodies waiting, soft music playing it the background. The music ramped up, a sensuous tune making me think of....what, a strip club? Heaven was a strip club? Then she came out. Tall, slender, long brown hair flowing around her as a breeze blew it around her face, dark green eyes, sultry red lips. She wore medical scrubs, dark purple medical scrubs. I tried to shake my head and clear the images, but gave up, realizing I had no control of my head, or anything else.
She stepped to the center of the stage her high heels easily five inches tall, making her slim form look even taller. She began to gyrate around the pole, swinging and twirling, hooking her leg around it and bending back to look at us as she rotated with the stage. She stepped from the pole to the edge of the round platform and pulled the baggy scrub shirt up, throwing it to the crowd, her now bared torso clad only with a purple lacy bra containing a pair of large, easily double or triple D tits, sexy, full, round, each with a hard nipple poking the lace of the bra out at us as she went back to the pole and twirled and swung around it.
The crowd cheered and whistled in appreciation as she leaned away from the pole and wiggled her purple pants covered butt at us. A few dollar bills flew through the air toward the stage as she began to gyrate her hips, one hand holding the silver pole, the other stroking down into her pants between her legs, the bulge in the baggy material leaving no doubt about where her hand was. She let go of the pole and reached both hands to her hips, slowly working the material over her hips and practically bare ass as she and the stage rotated, giving each of us a spectacular view of her sliding the pants over her butt and down her legs. She bent straight legged, working the pants over her heels, leaving her in nothing but the purple high heels, a purple lace thong that left her entire ass bare and exposed, hardly covering her pussy as she pushed her ass out at us.
Around and around she swung on the pole, giving all of us a view of her body in multiple angles. She finally left the pole, moving to the very edge of the stage and knelt down, her legs splayed wide, exposing her purple lace pussy to us, her completely shaved mound exposed above the tiny thong and her fat pussy lips trying to show through the lace material. She reached behind herself and unclasped the bra, one arm across her chest to hold it in place while she worked the straps off her arms, one at a time. Finally she pulled it away, her arm still in place, covering her now obviously bare tits. She held that position for one full revolution of the stage, giving each spectator a view of what she was hiding, teasing, tantalizing them.
She looked down from the stage into my eyes as she slid her arm from her breasts, moving both hands to cup and press them together, one finger of each hand teasing her nipples, stroking the hard nubs in the middle of each silver dollar sized pink areola. Her nipples seemed to grow harder with each passing moment as she teased them, the stage slowly turning around and around, giving all the patrons the view they were cheering for.
She pushed herself up and went back to the pole. Making love to it, sliding her body up and down the silver shaft, her legs on either side of it so her pussy rubbed the slick chrome steel, her tits split by it, one on each side as if making love to a monstrously long fat cock.
She pushed away from the pole, leaning over until her hands nearly touched the ground at the base of the pole, her legs slowly moving farther apart, exposing more and more of the barely covered pussy.
I wanted to jump on the stage and rip the thong off and stuff my face between those legs, to lick that pussy and then stuff my cock into it, but I couldn't move. I just sat there, cheering and whistling with the rest of the audience as she slowly straightened her legs, bringing them together, small step by small step, until they were together. She reached up, staying bent over, and began to slide the strings of the thong down over her ass. She pulled it down slowly, letting each member of the audience watch her slowly uncover her pussy, her fat outer lips pushing out at us between her legs and a good portion of her soft flowery inner lips protruding as well. She slid the thong down her legs and stepped out of it and then slowly hooked one leg around the pole and spiraled in a circle, one leg on the pole and the other stuck far out, exposing her whole pussy for all to see.
She let go of the pole and crawled to the edge of the stage, her tits hanging down and swinging tantalizingly as she moved, her totally nude body exposed to all. Those on the other side of the stage saw her pussy sticking at them and those on this side her fantastic tits swinging and swaying as she slowly made her way across the stage to the edge. The turning stage platform provided us each with a view from all angles, my cock rock hard in my pants as I sat and watched.
She reached the edge of the stage and rolled herself to her butt, sitting down on the stage and then laying back, her legs high in the air. She slowly spread her legs apart, making them stick in the air in a wide V as she reached down and slowly stroked her exposes pussy, pushing a single finger into herself as we watched. She stroked the finger in and out several times, her finger glistening with her juices when she removed it.
She bent her legs, dropping them together and rolling once again to her knees, climbing to her feet and walking to the pole. She leaned against it and pushed her ass out at us, her feet a couple feet apart so we could all see her wet ready pussy.
