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