The elevator climbs fifty floors in cars and nude models, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “cars and nude models” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch cars and nude models,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “cars and nude models… cars and nude models… higher cars and nude models.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “cars and nude models” all the way down.