Between Heaven & Hell

Serena Blair just bit it and woke up in some purgatory waiting room. Elevator music drones. Empty chairs except for this magazine next to her—full of naked women posing like it’s natural to sprawl like that. She grabs it, thumbs through, waits. Mona Wales, flustered as fuck, bursts in apologizing. Her job is to quiz the dead on their sins, see who makes it upstairs. Serena shrugs. Early death? Sucks. But the wait is killing her faster than anything else. Mona asks the usual filth—what’d you do, who’d you do, how many times—and Serena answers straight. Mona nods, says she’s clear for heaven, but then the door slams open and hell’s flavor shows up. Kendra James, all tits and cocky smiles, tells them to freeze. Lucy-fer herself noticed Serena and wants her on her back. No penance, Kendra promises. Just a century of straight fucking in the harem. Mona starts bargaining—gold streets, eternal harp music, whatever. Kendra isn’t listening. She peels off her top, lets her tits hang right there. Close enough for Serena to taste if she wants. Mona swallows her pride, offers her own body into the mix. Caught between a heavenly threesome and eternal hellfire debauchery, Serena keeps suckling, waiting to see who offers better moans.