Set in the bygone era of 1932, Palace of Pleasure is a stylish mansion fronting a speakeasy for the rich and influential, run by the savvy Nici Sterling, in a sensuous, sympathetic performance, her business partner Steven St. Croix, and their statuesque assistant, Crystal Gold. A place where the liquor never runs out, the roulette wheel keeps spinning and fleshly delights abound. Whatever your fancy, it will be fulfilled by Sterling and her staff of beautiful women, ever on hand to blow on the dice (or the body part of your choice) if you're feeling lucky. If you win the silver coin, you may partake of the pleasure of your choice. If you have won the exalted gold coin, then the pleasure will be... well, you'll just have to find out for yourself.

Yet Sterling still pines for her first love, Peter North, in a recurring dreamlike sequence interspersed throughout the movie. Long dead and buried, North was the only man who unfailingly satisfied her every desire. Thankfully she has the ample comfort of Madelyn Knight, who, in a floridly steaming bathroom, joins Sterling in the tub and lathers her into a frothy frenzy by sucking her clit and plowing her soaking pussy with a dildo. But enough of that; she has a business to run! A new girl (Stephanie Swift) will be joining the stable, and there is a lot she must learn about fulfilling a man's or woman's desires. Gold happily teaches the neophyte, proving her cunning linguistic skills upon Swift's eager snatch, and then both take turns "practicing" on Alex Sanders' by-now engorged member as they swap spit and various juices upon his ready to burst balls.

Guests will be arriving shortly, including -- unbeknownst to Sterling -- two undercover vice cops posing as a married couple (Melissa Hill and Jonathan Morgan), who are there to infiltrate and expose the entire operation for its clandestine bootlegging and back room gambling operations. Little do they know what ultimately awaits them at the Palace!

Fertilely peppered with erotic & highly charged, nominations-worthy sex scenes, especially the wrought iron gazebo where Alex Sanders meets Hill's at-first prudish character, and gently coaxes her to the upstairs bedroom. Tenderly caressing her silken skin, slowly undressing her as his hands roam across her pert aureole, he bends her over on the bed and gives her the ass licking of her life. She returns the favor by deep-throating him and then, legs thrown sideways in abandon, she joyously screams in delight as he pounds her pussy. St. Croix and T.T. Boy give a hearty "thanks for all your help" double-jab porking to Gold's juicy orifices among huge oak casks in the booze cellar, as the barrels of illegal hooch spew along with St. Croix's and T.T.'s enthusiastic cocks. Shot in vivid cinematographic color with critical detail to period styles, the film boasts lavish Gatsbyesque costumes, vintage automobiles and a jumping, Scott Joplin-like jazz-baby soundtrack to boot. Palace of  Pleasure flows as effortlessly as a warm autumn breeze over a lawn party.