Backstage of 'Elevated'

She hit stop mid-floor and the lights dimmed. I backed her into the corner and my hands were already under that pencil skirt, yanking her underwear aside. She fumbled with my belt, breathing hot against my neck, impatient. I lifted her leg, pressed her thigh to my hip, and she guided me in with one quick pull of her hand. The elevator creaked. We fucked fast and filthy, her heel digging into my ass, her nails scratching my shirt open. Each thrust shoved her harder against the mirrored wall until she bit my shoulder to stay quiet. Sweat ran down her spine. The moment she came she locked her legs around me so tight I had no choice but to follow right after, spilling deep while the cables hummed above us.