As happens quite often in a mainstream slasher film, the most interesting character gets bumped off before the second reel.

So it happens in Killer Tits when Tony Tedeschi, an obnoxious strip club comic, gets it up the ass a six times with a hunting knife -- even so, Tedeschi manages two sex scenes, one with Dallas, as if missionary is the only position available; and one with Holly Body, who seems to be making anal sex her dramatic statement.

"Everything seems to point to murder," intones the investigating cop whom I'm at a loss to identify, this being one of those features where screen credits and cast have a dangling factor or two in the equation.  Unless Brick Majors grew a ton of hair overnight and gained 40 pounds, he's incorrectly listed, but someone matching the description pairs off with stripper Stacey Nichols in one of a series of couplings that are like a Subway sandwich -- a lot of lettuce and no meat.

Dallas, who's accused of the murder, shares cell time with Felecia and is eventually acquitted.  Not that it's giving away anything, since this is murder (and sex) most facile.