I think if the late playwright Samuel Beckett along with Harold Pinter were to throw a cocktail party, it might remind you of the one that serves as the centerpiece of this feature.  You get the feeling you've been thrown in the middle of one of those disjointed, continuity things.

Raquel, who graces the boxcover, is off to the hinterlands after the opening scene (presumably to sign her long term contract with CDI).  Thus, she leaves gorgeous Rene Foxxe of the deep set dimples (they look like they've been inserted by an industrial drill press) to hold the fort. She does admirably -- the real reason you should get the tape.  Also features one of the most monumental cum shots I've ever witnessed, as Foxxe gets it from Wayne Summers -- oh, I get it. That's the reason for the title!