The elevator climbs fifty floors in renee richards naked, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “renee richards naked” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch renee richards naked,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “renee richards naked… renee richards naked… higher renee richards naked.” 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 “renee richards naked” all the way down.