World renowned clairvoyant photographer Veil Savage (Ava Vincent) has a bad feeling about the Death Valley photo shoot her model sister (Allysin Chaynes) is going on... and rightly so, as a cornucopia of naughty sex and murder awaits her.
We open with Allysin engaging in a tryst with a photographer Eric Post, who shoots more than just pictures with his telephoto lens. After having her pussy snacked on and fingered, she screws him on a chair reverse cowgirl style and looks damn fine doin' it. Later, Vincent dubs the photographer "worm boy" after she predicts that he will die soon and be covered with worms. Needless to say, she ends up being right, but her sister pays her no mind and goes anyway.
Once Allysin gets to the desert shoot, she engages in a sweaty fuck-fest in the sand with photographer Rafe. Quick close-up cuts of a cowgirl romp careen into a doggie-style thrusting, before Rafe delivers a gooey payload across her butt. She then discovers the body of Post and takes off running. Rafe laughs creepily. We begin to suspect he's up to no good.
As Allysin wanders around the desert hallucinating, Rafe poses as a detective and goes after the true object of his desires, Ava. She suspects he is up to no good so she has her French maid, Dru Barrymore, dress up all sexy to see if she will make him drop his guard. Well, he drops more than his guard as trou hits the floor and he gets balls deep in the hired help via reverse cowgirl.
Meanwhile, Ava is fantasizing about a sexy rendezvous between Barrymore and Teanna Kai in a jungle-themed rumble that is visually striking and very, very strokable. White flesh against dark, blonde hair against black, and big boobs against small make this a dichotomy of flesh.
So now that Ava is sure Rafe is the killer, she decides to seduce him. Why not call the cops? Why fuck the killer? Well, actually there's some thought behind all this. Since she gets her strongest psychic connection by touching people, she screws him simply to get a visual clue as to where her sister is stranded. With each cowgirl pump she gets more and more images, eventually piecing the puzzle together through a series of deep thrusts and a missionary ram-job. After she rings him dry, Ava finds her sister, poisons Rafe, ties him up and tortures him for art's sake. Hey, blood runs thick, right? You don't fuck with a girl's sister, especially a psychic.
With lots of MTV-style quick jumps and cuts, and an abundance of fantasy and flashback sequences, this film really wants to have a David Lynch-like vibe, yet achieves it only in the most obvious ways, in the flesh, not the heart. The dialogue is hilariously overly dramatic and cheesy as hell and the drama does not ring true whatsoever, but the sex is top notch in every scene and that is what counts, right? The acting from the gals is pretty average throughout, but Rafe offers up a strong performance as always. Plus, the editing, cinematography and camerawork are also A-list, so this film is quite impressive as a whole.