Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today. Well-written, -acted, -shot, and -directed, Butt Sisters explores the hopes and dreams of aspiring starlets. The three hour time difference between New York and L.A. has no effect on the bicoastal banging, however.

Acting coach Tony Tedeschi has some interesting throat relaxation techniques for Lynden Johnson. Her love for the theater is apparent as she visits his "great white way." Great angles and close-ups make for some memorable moments as Tony's ushered into the loge. A standing 'O' is in order, and when Tony enters Lynden's theater via the back door, I was squirming in the aisle.

The casting couch is alive and well as Sally Layd "auditions" for Jake Williams. Sally does a great job emoting, even with her mouth full. She rides Jake like the A train and her "twin towers" light up the skyline. When he dispenses in her mouth she laps it up like an egg cream.

Steve Drake and Melissa Hill have their ups and downs while in an elevator. Steve portrays a director, Melissa his assistant and he gives her his Hitchcock from the Rear Window. Melissa, a newcomer, is quite impressive and handles everything Steve can throw at her including a nice, hard, standing session.

Auditioning will never be the same thanks to Steve's trust exercise. He convinces Krysti, Lynden and Sally that they must let loose and trust their partner. Boy, do they! Sally (who is blindfolded) gets an authentic New York mugging from Krysti's and Lynden's mouths and tongues. Sally manages to have Krysti quivering. Melissa, getting turned on, takes matters into her own hands.

Having been rejected for a role, Krysti decides to have a few words with Steve. Steve tells her to "spread em," and I swear I saw Flatbush. The romp in her rear is beautiful as Steve spews in her mouth by the liter.

If you've ever been to New York you'll love this. Hell, if you've ever heard of New York you'll love it. Keep this on your shelf and remember... the Bronx is up and the Battery's down...