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