Brad Armstrong is a slick corporate prick, advertsingus carcharias, who meets his match in maneater Sydnee Steele, whose name alone - Heroin - would send somebody with lesser self-esteem running for his life. They meet cute while observing the goings-on at a party where Dillion Day and Randy Spears nibble on hors d'oeuvres while kneeling blonde women nibble on their cocks. She spots his wedding ring, they engage in a little repartée, she tells him to take her home anyway. She drives him to skid row, where she squats on a bum's face, then gets Armstrong to give him a C-note after she rubs it on her snatch. By the time they're in a standing fuck against a wall the poor bastard's hooked.

Brainstorming a perfume ad, he mutters "Heroin" and boss Jonathan Morgan jumps on it. Heroin takes Armstrong to smoky clubs where they peep at surreptitious couplings in the men's room, while masturbating, then Armstrong goes home and takes wife Keri Windsor, but when he looks in a mirror he sees Heroin, not Windsor, there with him. "You're everything I need," he tells Windsor as Heroin grins back at him from the mirror. Armstrong goes to Heroin; she blows him off, and goes home and showers, contemplating Heroin coupling with his wife while he jacks off. A chance encounter with Heroin's picture at the agency sends him off to a get-over-it pep talk from boss Jonathan Morgan, and when he gets back home Windsor may have become a little more sexually adventurous than she's been in some time.

Excellent images and letterboxing add gloss but the nature of the proceedings make it a bad choice for couples. Good performances all around, and pre-noms for the screenplay, the video images and direction. Steele and Armstrong for first-pass acting consideration as well.