athletes in the nude: A Story Full of Mystery, Love, and Courage

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