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