belles chattes: Chronicles of Dreams, Triumph, and Courage

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in belles chattes. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with belles chattes,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“belles chattes, belles chattes, belles chattes!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “belles chattes” down on the streets fifty stories below.