Tony Tedeschi and Kelsey enter a bar, see a forty-ish woman dancing by herself. "She's been here for years," says the barkeep. Flashback! The woman becomes Jessica Drake, on the dance floor with Evan Stone, we all know where this is going. After that, in quick order, photographer Steven St. Croix approaches Drake (she declines) and Stone proposes to her (she accepts). A minute later, Evan takes a day-labor job painting a room for Adajja. Then painting on Adajja. Then painting her butt with his dick. Adajja's husband comes in right then and she hollers rape, and when Stone calls Drake from a holding cell, she says she'll borrow the bail money but she calls photographer St. Croix, and guess what happens. Flashback over, Tedeschi and Kelsey buy the solo dancer a drink. She says that she's waiting for her man, who's in prison for murder, and offers to teach them how to tango next week. Then they go home and do some tangoing themselves.

Back in flashbackland, St. Croix wants to photograph Drake again. Drake agrees, and winds up doing an impromptu g/g in a dressing room with Chennin Blanc. Drake balks at going to the studio, though, and Blanc does a scene with Cheyne Collins while St. Croix shoots. Somewhere around here the cliché train goes off the track, with a pleasant surprise ending that neatly ties the contemporary story to the flashbacks.

Well-shot and edited, with passion in the seven sex scenes and a good feeling of reality rather than the play-acting that often mars lesser plot-driven videos.