From the first frame of the slick opening credits, New Wave Hookers 3 simmers, smolders then scorches.

As Frank Baxter, a wanna-be pimp, Jon Dough tells his tale, a quirky mix of Portrait of Jennie (infatuation with a dead broad) meets Rapunzel (damsel in distress) meets The Sting (surprise ending). Through a series of clips and flashbacks, Dough demonstrates how he came to be where he is — dead, but happy. Dough arid wife Crystal Wilder are holed up in a cheap hotel room, so poor they're eating dog food. To make ends meet, Dough encourages Wilder to hook, a concept she doesn't exactly embrace with wild enthusiasm.

In a kinky frame of mind, Dough calls in Marc Wallice and Brittany O'Connell to fuck beside his slumbering bride. The d.p. that transpires is awesome and passionate, with Dough and Wallice popping all over Brittany's heels.

Wilder's hooker girlfriend Nikki Dial can't sway her to sample the fuck-for-bucks lifestyle, especially after their foot/finger/toy-equipped lesbo prelim leads to a threeway finale with Wallice. In desperation, Dough enlists the aid of crooked lawyer Rocco Siffredi, who has offices in a decrepit strip club graced by the likes of P.J. Sparxx and Danyel Cheeks (a pulsating, finger-probing girl/girler that evolves into a bendover fourway bringing in Dough and Siffredi).

To remedy Dough's dilemma, Siffredi suggests sending Wilder to a Deep House run by Tiffany Million which specializes in "auditory orgasmic conditioning" — a process that would even turn Hillary Clinton into a trick-turning love slave. Taken in by a ruse that she's a "sleep demonstrator", Wilder's splayed open, slathered with oil and sampled by a quartet of partially masked men (Wallice, Cal Jammer, Tony Tedeschi and Terry Thomas) and spun around like a shitty "Wheel of Fortune". She takes to the process "like a pig to slop". Chalk this one up for awards possibilities.

Dough's dilemma is that Wilder winds up fucking everyone except him, because he can't afford her rates! He has even bigger problems, namely Million. Tiffany's in love with Wilder, and is bent on Jon's destruction. Siffredi turns traitor for a tangle with Wilder. Rocco's and Wilder's consummation is the nastiest coupling this side of Hades. It includes analingus on Siffredi, him spitting into her anxiously-awaiting mouth, etc. Explosive!!

Wilder devises a plan to save Dough from Million's clutches. Her tainted earphones trick in the finale is straight out of Abbott and Costello, but it works. The last hardcore sequence reaches a strident pitch as Wilder, Siffredi, Dough and Million switch partners — Tiff is fucked by Dough in an awesome wrestling hold — while vinyl-clad handmaidens Lacy Rose and Francesca Le look on, masturbating into oblivion. The shocking conclusion is a lesson in just desserts.

The carnal virtues of New Wave Hookers 3 read like a catalogue of visual depravity. The storyline is twisted, fresh and zany. Anals and Sapphic bouts abound, as do threesomes and moresomes. Each sexual adventure is distinctive for its texture and tone (toe-fucking, shoe-splats, facials galore, toys, yellow featherdusters and more). Slick, well-paced editing helps the sex scenes build excitement levels to a feverish frenzy.

The performances sizzle, especially Wilder's, with Crystal participating in more than half of the ten fuck scenes. Dough, as usual, is at his deadpan best.

The sets are inventive, turning a simple bedroom into an art piece. (Check out Million's duck-bedecked boudoir and the wonderful chain-link headboard in the Dough/Le/Rose encounter.) See it! Savor it! Add this kinky classic to your store's collection and market with the first two. Hey, where else can you see two girls getting fucked by a gaggle of quacking duckmen?