Between Heaven And Hell

Serena's in the purgatory waiting room when she dies, sitting under the low hum of elevator music. Nothing else around except a glossy magazine on the chair next to hers—pages full of naked girls, all soft thighs and wet mouths. She opens it and tries to keep her mind somewhere ordinary. Then a door bangs and Mona Wales comes rushing through, flustered, smoothing her white robe like she just got caught doing something she shouldn’t. She apologizes for making Serena wait and says she’s here to interview her, decide if she’s earned heaven. Serena answers honestly when Mona asks about the sins—some stolen afternoons with girlfriends, plenty of mouths on cunt and come on fingers. Mona nods, smiles, clears her. Tells her she can pass. But before Serena even stands, Kendra James steps out of the darker doorway, all heat and smoke, and tells them both to hold. Lucy-fer saw Serena arrive and wants her for the harem—no whips or penance, just endless fucking and a fresh mouth whenever she snaps her fingers. Kendra shows her teeth. Says Serena won’t have to lift a finger, just open her legs and take everything she’s owed. Serena feels her stomach tighten at the words, slick already gathering. Mona bites her lip and starts bidding back, promising peace, light, whatever trinkets angels offer, but her voice is shaking. Kendra doesn’t blink; she just shrugs her robe off her shoulders, lets heavy breasts spill free, nipples stiff. Steps in close. The air smells sweet and dangerous. She takes Serena’s face in one hand and pulls her straight to a breast, rubbing the nipple over closed lips until Serena opens and sucks. Mona’s mouth parts in a quiet gasp. When Kendra looks up, her eyes say everything: stay here, let them both serve her. Mona swallows hard and begins unbuttoning her own robe.