Hooters

Seeing the name on the door you feel something familiar in the pit of your stomach. Hunger? Can you even get hungry in the afterlife? Do you even need to eat anymore? You don't know any of these answers and you don't really care, you never went to Hooters for the food anyway. You went for the waitresses, same as everyone else. Their shapely asses peeking out from below short shorts, their huge tits barely contained by their tight little tank tops; it was truly the perfect uniform. You had to hide your erection and **** down some mediocre wings every time you went but it was worth it, especially when Vanessa was working.

Vanessa was always your favorite, a feisty redhead with the best ass you'd ever seen and her tits were always spilling out of her top. You'd seen her cleavage and ass so much that the sight was practically ingrained in your mind, which came in handy. You fantasized about her more times than you can count; fucking her face, ass, tits, you've spilled loads to the thought of it all. Now you might have a chance to make it a reality...

The prospect of facefucking just one Hooters waitress got you rock hard, and now there would be a whole restaurants worth ready and waiting to drain your balls. If this world really was tailored to you like Kristi had said then Vanessa would be somewhere among them, on the other side of that door, and you can't wait to find out. With your cock now harder than ever you decide to open the door.