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