Across the Finish Line

A Man Dies Only To Learn His Life Is Just Beginning

Chapter 1 by huhwhatwhyreally huhwhatwhyreally

Troy opened his eyes. He was in the backseat of what appeared to be a moving limo. The partition separating the passenger and driver was up and the windows were tinted so dark that he couldn't see outside. As Troy shifted in his seat he could feel warm leather caressing his butt check. He looked down to see that he was completely nude. Troy began shouting , "Where am I?", "Where are we going?" Troy didn't get a response. He began to analyze the situation, starting with the last thing he remembered before waking up in the limo. It was late at night, and Troy was trying to get to sleep on time so he would be rested for work the next day. He suddenly felt an incredible pain in his chest. He trashed about for a bit, then everything went numb.

With his memories not helping, Troy started to panic. His instincts told him that wherever he was going, he likely wasn't supposed to arrive there completely naked. After turning up every limo seat and searching the liquor cabinet, he couldn't find any clothes. He started yelling for the driver again to stop, but nothing happened. He began to feel the familiar pain of a panic attack coming on. Just as the worst was about to hit, the vehicle stopped and the passenger door swung open.

Amber, his boss and current fantasy woman, was standing in front of him completely nude. Amber quickly reached into the limo, grabbed Troy's hand, and guided him outside. Before Troy could register his surroundings, Amber planted a long, deep kiss on his lips. "Troy, I am so happy you are finally here!" Troy simply stood in astonishment, not able to say anything or complete a thought. "I bet you have a lot of questions. We don't have a lot of time, so please follow me." Amber grabbed Troy's fully erect penis and lead him inside.

The limo had taken Troy to his favorite spot in the world. It was a resort hotel near where he worked and was by far the fanciest place Troy had ever seen. It had a large fountain up front, followed by a lobby at the bottom of two sets of stairs (one to the right, one to the left). The lobby had a stage in the middle surrounded by couches and chairs. Beyond the lobby lay a huge courtyard with a row of fountains running down each side. The left side of the courtyard contained an outdoor restaurant, the right side contained an outdoor bar. Troy had been coming here every other week for a number of years to have lunch, enjoy the live music, and appreciate the beauty of the resort.

There was just one thing off about the resort. No one else was there. No one behind the desks, no one in the lobby, no one anywhere. It appeared to be just him and Amber. Amber led Troy down the stairs to a couch that sat behind the center stage. Amber took a seat in the chair next to him. "Troy, I have a lot to tell you, and I bet you have a lot to ask me." Troy nodded in disbelief. "Go ahead" Amber said, "Start with the questions". Troy, awkwardly trying not to stare at Amber's breasts (and failing miserably), managed to stutter out a simple "what is going on here?". "Troy, I'm sorry to say it, but you have passed away". Troy's jaw hit the ground; he recalled his struggle in bed the night before, but had no idea that he lost the battle.

Amber continued, "Troy, you died of a heart attack. When you pass away all organs in your body stop functioning except for your brain. Your brain slips into a coma like state. In this state, while your brain will only remain active in the real world for a few more minutes, you will feel like you've lived a lifetime here once you leave." "Ummm, okay Amber" Troy nervously responded, "So what am I doing here at the resort? How come you're here? And why are we both naked?" "Well Troy, you could answer that better than I can!". Troy looked puzzled. "You see Troy, this coma is your subconscious. Your subconscious has put you in the reality that you desire most. You love this place; you wish you could be here every day. Well, now you can be. As for me, I've been the woman you've been dreaming about for months. I have been the object your subconscious most desires. Therefore, I'm here, and I'm the way you've always wanted me; completely nude". Troy nodded, having been put slightly at ease by the explanation.

"Okay Amber...I guess that makes sense, but this still doesn't seem real. I mean, do you really look like this nude? Don't get me wrong, you are absolutely beautiful, even with clothes on. Sitting here nude though, you have the most perfect body I've ever seen". "Troy" Amber responded, "do you know the meaning of life?" Troy's head shook side to side. "Troy, the meaning of life is to gain knowledge. All the knowledge we gain is shared. When you die, it enters the larger subconscious. This is a subconscious that everyone in the world has access too. The more knowledge we all gain, the greater our time in the subconscious is. So, since the images of men who have seen me naked exist in the great subconscious, you are seeing what I actually look like naked." Amber gets up and points to a spot near the back leg of the couch. "Troy, see this cum stain here? This stain is here because two people, while the hotel was still getting ready to open, came into the lobby and fucked behind this couch. No one else knows this stain exists except for them. Still, since they know it's here, the stain exists in the greater subconscious."

"Okay", Troy said, "so what is the point of being here?" Amber stood up, then sat next to Troy. She placed her hand on his thigh, his erection began shivering immediately. "Troy, this is where you get what you've always wanted. Some people dream of being in the NBA. When they pass away, they'll wake up on the basketball court during game 7 of the NBA finals. People who wanted to play an instrument will be taken to the New York Met and given the skills to be a master. Since you had such terrible luck with women, all you wanted were a number of sexual experiences with beautiful women who catered to your every need." Troy nodded, but felt embarrassed that his deepest desire involved having woman as slaves. "Amber, there are tons of things I desire. Why aren't I an astronaut on the moon? Why don't I live in that big mansion near the top of this hill? Why aren't I...". Amber cut him off, then began slowly stroking his cock. "Troy, you don't have to be embarrassed. Let me clarify something for you."

"What's so disappointing about your life was; you were and are actually a great guy. You're smart, kind, and you treat people with respect. Do you think it's fair that this was your life?" Troy shook his head in disapproval. "Don't you think you should've been able to fuck some hotter women? Maybe had a three some? Gotten your ass licked?" Troy nodded his head and showed a slight smile. "Well Troy, that's why you're here".

Troy listened intently to Amber's explanation. At the same time, he couldn't help but look off at something going on in the middle of the courtyard. There appeared to be a number of women, completely nude, who were setting up chairs. Troy couldn't make out their faces. The women were prancing and skipping around, decorating the area with flowers and perfume. They had made a small stage in front of the chairs. Near that stage someone was applying makeup to a woman while another woman was helping her douche.

Amber grabbed Troy's cock to get his attention. Troy's head shot to the right where he found himself staring directly into Amber's eyes. "Troy, does this all make sense now?" "Yes, I guess it does. So I'm here because this is my fantasy. You're here because you are my fantasy woman and I can do whatever I want to you, is that right?". "Close" Amber said, "You can do whatever you want to me, but you can do whatever you want to those other women as well." Amber pointed to the group of women setting up the chairs. "In fact, they are preparing a special ceremony right now for you." Amber stood up still holding on tightly to Troy's cock. "Troy, your destiny awaits you in the courtyard. If you would please follow me we can get the proceedings started."

Does Troy follow her commands?

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