Body Work is another of those dark horse features that sneaks up on you. You don't expect it to be as good as it is. It manages to develop adequate story and a lot of character, plus offers six pretty decent sex scenes in the sparse economy of adult video time.
P.J. Sparxx plays a woman with man trouble. She's ready to leave her husband (Terry Thomas), who flaunts his one-night stands in her face, such as when he takes Crystal Wilder on the hood of a car outside his own house and fucks the hell out of her for the benefit of the neighborhood. P.J., in turn, in a drunken rage, smashes up his car (after which she celebrates with a self-administered dildo). This provides the convenient turn of events which brings P.J. into the arms of grease monkey Steven St. Croix, who's looking for someone to hit the open road with him.
Inevitably, P.J. and St. Croix find they're a match made in heaven, or an auto bay, or at least for the moment that it takes to have the desktop finale sex scene – surprisingly brief and disappointingly low on the octane.
The action that falls in between demands viewer attention. P.J. takes a "men are scum" lesbian fling with Teri Diver. It results in Teri donning the strap-on in a well-lensed eyeful of female beatitude. St. Croix's brother, T.T. Boy, has a plain, , good old-fashioned, rustic nude romp with Melanie Moore in the great outdoors. But, by far, the gymnastics award goes to the scene between garage jock Tony Tedeschi and customer Tina Tyler that results in some very admirable body work including a hard-to-negotiate, he's prone, she's prone, pelvis to pelvis fuck. You gotta have real limber axles to try that one.
If another award could be given for eye contact, then P.J. winds it for her performance here, hands down. Her peepers work a room like no other set of eyes in the business. An excellent show that definitely should be stocked in your couple's section.