This slick noirish-comedy opens with shapely Nicole London, poured into her slinky red dress, sitting in a bar, knocking down a few drinks, telling her troubles to bartender Alex Sanders. Sanders lends an ear, and then his cock, and before you know it, one of London's problems has been solved. Soon after, London's other problem, former boyfriend Jonathan Morgan, a compulsive womanizer, breezes out of the past and into the bar. Morgan, however, loses London permanently when he makes a not-too-delicate play for big-breasted cigarette girl Heather Lee.
The plot about a dead John found in a hotel room numbered 38D forms the core of the action, and succeeds in creating a humorously dark mood where boobs, babes and tough guy talk are aplenty. Case in point is Lynden Johnson, as the Countess von Helsinki (she's mistaken for a hooker) who saunters into the bar. She virtually falls out of her off-the-shoulder dress, and entices cop Steve St. Croix into licking her ass, then taking her from behind in a well-angled, look-up-from-the-floor scene. Surprisingly, the hottest scene comes in the form of busty Latina Veronica Castillo, who's coupled with Joey Silvera, playing the beleaguered hotel clerk. Castillo begins by wetting her fingers and having Silvera lick them; she follows that up by humping her hand in heated fashion, a prelude of things to come for Silvera's cock. Hooker Isis Nile provides a happy ending for breastman Jonathan Morgan by showing him her lethal tits (she tells Morgan that she killed a trick by squeezing his head between them) and finishes him off with a variable-speed ride.
Big names, an offbeat plot and lots of big boobs make this one worth stocking.