I’m In Lust With A Stripper (Erotica) by Desiree Day

stammered.
    He smiled benevolently. He knew Clay would have questions. Clay was very methodical and thoughtful. “My children will be encountering some difficult times in their lives, and I want you all to assist them on their journey. Since coming Home you have accumulated an insurmountable amount of knowledge. So use it. One caveat is that you all must agree on every decision. And remember that sometimes the best decision isn’t always the most popular one.”
    Clay grinned, satisfied with the answer. I’m up to the challenge, he thought and he felt His response.
    “ I know you are,” He telepathed, connecting intimately with Clay.
    Clay glided happily, feeling at one with Him. He momentarily took in his surroundings. Flowers sprouted up ten feet with colors so vivid that they’d blind a human. And lush grass, spread out as far as the eyes can see, was so high that an individual could easily get lost in it for days.
    When he had first come Home, he was overcome by the beauty of it all. He’d sit for hours drinking in the crystalline birds that soared through the air, leaving trails of vivid purple, red, blue and other unworldly colors behind, it was so magnificent that he would’ve cried if it was possible.
    Beautiful, he reflected before rejoining the group.
    “ Who will be in charge? And what happens if we can’t come to an agreement?” Brett Thompkins asked. In his other life he had been nicknamed Golden Boy, not only because he resembled one with his blond hair and blue eyes, but every deal he touched made millions. As a CEO, he had ruled his corporation as though it was his own country. At the height of his career, he fired hundreds of his employees, then two months later purchased a five million dollar corporate jet, a move that made him the most hated man in Chicago. His desire to control didn’t diminish—not even here.
    He tilted His head and grinned. “You are delightful. No one is in charge. You all will agree on every decision, and I want you all to respect it. And I have some rules. Under no circumstances can you alter the health of anyone . You cannot make direct contact with anyone other than your charges. And keep your visits to Earth to a minimum. You all should have ample time to do your job for I’ll be asleep for two hours.”
    Two years their time, Tyrell Jackson silently calculated. As a kid he sold drugs, it was the only life he knew. He sold them to everybody: Kids, pregnant women and senior citizens, as long as they had money, they were customers. It wasn’t until he was nineteen-years-old and sitting in the hospital with a gunshot wound in his stomach did he realize that he needed a new life. As soon as he was released from the hospital, he took all the money he had accumulated and moved to Atlanta. There he hired a personal nurse who took care of him while he recuperated and who had later became his wife. She had fallen in love with his boyish good looks. Culinary school soon followed, for thirty years he ran one of Atlanta’s best soul food restaurants.
    He floated in front of them. “Any more questions?” He asked, His voice tired.
    “ What happens if we can’t complete the task? It is a huge assignment,” Mavis Watkins said. For ten years she was a stripper by the name of Cinnamon Twist and was as flexible as a Slinky. After years of saving her money she had gone to school and gotten a master’s degree in social work, then spent another twenty years rescuing her former co-workers and everybody else who needed it.
    “ You will,” He answered confidently. “Anything else?” No one said anything. “All right then. I’ll see you in a bit.” With a slight smile, He slowly evaporated.
    They looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.
    “ I thought we were done with work,” Brett joked. “These are supposed to be my golden years. It sure feels like it.” A warm breeze flitted by. Acres of greenery stretched out behind him.
    “ But we’re going to be helping