Like a tinkering pre-schooler locating his balls for the first time, David Christopher's starry-eyed (granted, he generally wears designer shades) attachment to the sexual objects of his desire is life-reinvesting inspiration for the jaded. A good thing to know since this Pussyman episode occurs in Hollywood, where comme ci, comme ca boredom is a trademarked way of life. And what better place than Hollyweird, land of the la-la, for Christopher to launch a new odyssey? Puns intended.

To the tune of LeAnn Rimes lookalike Caressa Savage swillin a bottle of Corona like some sexed-up coed on spring break, her ass plastered on an open toilet seat, Christopher lets on he's been kicked off the corporate board. A statement that has all the world-altering implications of Lex Luger losing the world wrestling championship to Hulk Hogan.

Her lips hanging like the bay flaps on a World War Ii fighter, Pussy Savage plants a plastic A-bomb in her twat. Duly inspired, Christopher does a three-sixty with his own appendage, lending new meaning to the term "swinging dick." For what purpose this all serves, other than to inform the viewer that Christopher still has a dick despite residing in Hollywood, this meaningless bit of horseplay heralds the mandatory Pussyman stairwell tease sequence. Voila! Jill Kelly, Nikki Sinn and Summer Knight, the new Howard Hughes of the adult business. Long gone from the scene, but hardly rusty for the experience, Summer gets her lips vigorously liked by Caressa in an abbreviated pussy-jewelry modeling session that squares-up with the viewer at tape's conclusion with a blistering femme four-way. One is advised to be patient.

Patience never quite being a virtue with Vince Vouyer, particularly when a new girl's in town, Vince dispenses with formalities real quick when he pops the lobster bisque in slender Victoria Basque's mouth after riding her high in the saddle on Pussyman's kitchen range.

Then to the hunt, as they say in Yorkshire. A stretch limo view of L.A.'s tourist attractions prompts the kind of grab-ass that might get you arrested in Secaucus, New Jersey, but earns nary a second look on Hollywood Boulevard. Savage and Summer perform the customary limo spread and flash (one sequence has Savage blowing cigarette smoke out her pussy as though Lauren Bacall were invading her lower intestines). Caressa with with a security cam outside the Playboy Mansion in a fit of unpremeditated goofiness that makes gonzo what it is. The moment's further defined when Caressa and Summer share, one might argue, the feature's best scene with a champagne bubble bath where no part of the female anatomy is left unturned in an effort to put the fizz where the action is.

Marc Wallice's outdoor tease-propelled threeway, costarring Davia Ardell and Holli Woods, provides more than an ample tune-up for this event. A subsequent foursome finds stranded motorist Kristina St. james getting a reality-based tune up/butt fucking from roadside mechanic Dave Hardman during a frontal d.p. that puts fellow wrench jockey Rick Masters on Kristina's hood, and Nick East's dick smack in her grill work.

Bikini babes Lucy Cooper and Eve Bianco turn themselves into a human pussy sandwich board for a sunbathing Peter North before he uses the friction form Eve's cooze to unburden himself, then it's back to the homefront for the aforementioned orgy, where foreign objects are a way of life.

Luger coulda used one against Hoogan.