There's a ghost of an inane plot -- a murder investigation of, Buddha help me, the Chinese hot-mustard king of the West Coast. Cheyenne and Don Fernando have a mumbling contest as the investigating cops, screwing all their witnesses. This framework serves to hang the obligatory five sex scenes -- and I say "obligatory" because the ladies, for the most part, don't seem into the action. The sole exception is Mimi Miyagi, who flaunts her Nipponese (not Chinese, may I point out) nipples to good effect in scenes with Steve Drake and in a girl/girl with Cheyenne. Chinese ambiance is created by a shot of a calendar on the wall and a Woolworth's vase. Mostly for fans of Oriental women -- and there are better choices for that, too.