Jonathon Morgan and Chuck Martino own a strip club. That's the story. The hottest moment occurs immediately after the credits with anatomical wonder Lovette (who's starting to look more and more like a linebacker molded into a female body), gyrating beside a fire pole, peeling off a leopard-skin garment. Not a b.j.-obsessed tape, like the title leads one to believe, there's one decent oral fragment courtesy of Shaw Sweet. Six scenes, one g/g, one anal. Nothing to write home about.