The Secret Allure of porn on stage

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in porn on stage. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with porn on stage,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“porn on stage, porn on stage, porn on stage!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “porn on stage” down on the streets fifty stories below.