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