Good news for anyone still sweating over the memory of Jennifer Beales in Flashdance – here's another treasure from that era. C'mon back to the early eighties, when no self-respecting woman worth her body glitter owned less than four pairs of legwarmers, and plastic surgeons couldn't generate enough boob job-derived income to pay for their burnt-orange carpeting.
David Christopher stars as a male stripper searching for a meaningful relationship. His quest begins with an audition for stripclub owner Sharon Kane, who provides him with an athletic reverse-cowgirl and doggie, but doesn't attempt to get in touch with his inner child. Feeling soiled by her lack of affection he pays a visit to his sister (Sandy King) and learns why it's always wise to call before dropping by: he walks in on her threesome with two (uncredited) guys.
Unable to bear the sight of his sibling cramming two cocks into her mouth simultaneously, he runs back to the club for a second audition with day manager Keli Nichols. They deliver some sweaty sex that suffers as much from poor editing as it does from lack of inspiration. David's desire for warmth – and sex – is still unsatisfied, so he returns to sis to consummate that unspoken (and unexplained) passion… which takes place in an office, where they portray a boss seducing her job interview candidate. Who have never met. Continuity, anyone?
This is a glaringly obvious attempt to amalgate four unrelated scenes with written messages to create a story. With the exception of the David/Sharon coupling the sex is unremarkable in every respect, but the sound and lighting aren't bad. Only recommend to viewers nostalgic for a time when pubic hair ran rampant and lips went uncollagened.