Nothing butt, that's the truth, since this one carries no anal action. It does contain a cute plot-framing device — lawyers deposing witnesses (strippers) about the disappearance of another stripper (Domonique) — is wasted, as the actors, led by the soporific Steve Drake, trudge through the light dialogue as if they were lugging sandbags in Des Moines. Tom Chapman is the strip club owner who auditions all his dancers in bed. In Domonique's case, it seems he hires her as much for her efficiency in getting him off as for her sex appeal — this scene's so mechanical and unfeeling, I don't think they looked at each other once.
Domonique scores better with boyfriend Cal Jammer, and Tom improves as well with wife Leanna, splashing her butt and back with a huge load after she deep-throats him and he rides her doggie-style. Two new blondes don't impress, and the closing threeway with them and Steve is almost all oral action, until Steve's orgasm comes as a surprise to all. Good idea, well-shot, but misses the mark. Good box shot of Domonique.