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