Buying into this strictly-for-couples plot requires one to swallow Vince Vouyer and Derrick Lane as polite nouveau riche corporate types uttering (with straight faces) such genteel verbiage as "perhaps" and "she had previous plans." In other words, it -- and they -- just don't pass the smell test. But even if they were perfectly cast, they couldn't redeem the plodding storyline (Lane's books don't balance) that takes its sole interesting twist only near the end.

The tape's five boy/girl couplings, alas, aren't any more compelling. Though decently-energized, they simply don't produce much heat. Even Mila, for Pete's sake, is a mere shadow of her sex-demon-possessed self.

We suppose if we had to get off on one scene, it would be the Taylor Hayes/Vouyer pairing, only because of how delectable the gorgeous brunette looks in black stilettos and nothing else. The semi-gooey load she fields with gusto on her stunning kisser is clearly the carnal high-point of an otherwise very lukewarm vid.