Randy Spears is a con man whose SUV breaks down in the backwoods near the shack of an unhappy couple - good ol' boy Brad Armstrong and hottie-lookin'-to-get-outta-this-heah-dump Stormy. When Stormy overhears Spears on the phone with his accomplice saying he's sitting on 87 grand, the wheels start spinning. Stormy cozies up to him, and when horny Lezley Zen pulls grease monkey Steve Hatcher away from the phone when he's trying to order a part for Spears' ride... all the better for Stormy. Stormy then confides her intere$t in Spears to buddy Felecia, who gets jealous until Stormy assures her that no man can interfere what they've got going, which they get going again, no surprise there.

After some banter with Spears, Stormy's ready to spring her trap, after fucking him of course, but when she finds the cash in his tote, Spears knows she knows, but isn't quite sure whether she wants him or his package. And when Armstrong appears, having overheard Stormy and Spears talking about the cash, the plot thickens.

An excellent showpiece for Stormy, who shines in her sex scenes and pulls off her acting well. Excellent pictures by Jake Jacobs, and good storytelling by writer-director Armstrong, who seems to have been reading his James M. Cain lately.