Chloe gets behind the camera and in front of it in a story of voodoo hexes and love gone awry.
Julie Meadows is a superstitious chick whot has possession of a cursed Mexican mask that she bought from Chloe in a souvenir shop. Julie witnesses a lovemaking ritual between Chloe and Kyle Stone that finds her riding him reverse cowgirl style with the high-octane fury most speed racers wish they had underneath the engine. Their reaction upon orgasm leads us to believe that the couple was not able to have sex while in possession of the mask and that somehow the spell has suddenly been lifted.
Meadows soon returns to her lover Chris Cannon and they begin to go at it with vigor, sliding in and out of spoon, sideways and mish. However, when Cannon vanishes upon shooting his load, Meadows figures out that the mask must somehow be cursed and caused him to disappear. Just to make sure though, Meadows heads to a bar and offers herself to the first guys she sees, Pat Myne and Steve Hatcher, and fucks their brains in with a d.p. and reverse cowgirl, only to have them disappear, too. And the mystery unravels...
Our heroine tries to return the mask but Chloe refuses, claiming that Meadows is now the master of the mask until it finds a new victim. Kylie Ireland soon offers to buy it from her to get rid of some pesky men in her life. Randy Spears is first up and bones Ireland as Meadows watches, mask in hand. However, after he nails her via mish, he remains in his hairy, fleshy form and the girls are perplexed.
Meadows then convinces boyfriend Eric Masterson (one great bad actor here) to break the spell by having lusty sex. After they warm up with some oral, he plows her on the couch as sexy blonde Holly Hollywood watches and caresses the mask. He pops and does not vanish into thin air and the couple rejoices.
Hollywood takes the mask apartment she shares with Meadows' best friend, Daisy Chain, and they begin to lick their way to kingdom come. Tattooed Hollywood manages to stick most of Chain's foot in her mouth too, almost chocking on her toes. And guess what? Since neither gal is gay and nothing spurts out of a penis, no one disappears and everyone lives happily ever after.