After the likes of Mad Love and Second Skin John Leslie's latest feature seems almost mundane – almost. But don't be suckered at first glance into thinking that because there's a generous twist of irony that lies in store for you as a punchline. The plot has Joey Silvera as a well-dressed P.I. (that's a switch) named Mickey Rivers (are we baseball fans, or what) and his partner Damian Cashmere putting the tail on a luscious dancer, April West. West works in an urban-chic fantasy sex bar where the girls dance, strip and have powerful urban sex with the club patrons.

West's stepmother, Cheri Taylor, a suffragette, moralist-type with all kinds of closet kind, wants actual proof that April's doing what Cheri only up to now suspects she's doing. Silvera and Cashmere go along for the ride playing your typical rough edge gumshjoes. They talk glib and slap around punks – just like in real-life P.I. TV.

For raw, sexual content, I find this to be Leslie's best effort to date. It has all kinds of goodies, including a highly stylized erotic opening sequence featuring new face Pamela Rose – a treat for all those former Kendal Marx junkies who need a new fix. Rose is a woman very much on the same physical order. The sex that unfolds at West's said place of employment (Ron Jeremy as the sleaze ball owner gets a nice role for a change) is slithery and extremely fascinating to watch – even mother Taylor gets into the act. This is one of those adult features that's very likely to tape into your high energy resources and exhaust you. Be advised. Cute packaging makes it the perfect choice.