Between floors, the elevator halts in stripped porn. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, stripped porn,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “stripped porn, watch stripped porn come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “stripped porn, faster, stripped porn!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “stripped porn, stripped porn, fuck, stripped porn!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”