R.J. (Nick E.) dies in a hotel room making it with a babe (Terry Diver). Of course, this would never happen to an all-American boy like the young Jimmy Stewart, although Nelson Rockefeller’s a different story.

“You came as you went,” angel Skipper (J.B.) informs R.J.. so lyrically. (Let’s can all the initials, people, they’re a bitch to typeset.)

R.J. figures he’s had too much to live for – all those babes to boink – but Skipper’s trying to set him straight. You see, R.J. can’t believe that all the people in his life have been using him. His wife, gorgeous newcomer Bionca Trump, is screwing around with his shyster attorney Tom Chapman (cut to screwing around scene). His mistresses have also been taking him for a ride (cut to mistresses taking him for a ride then playing grab ass with each other scene).

And it gets worse. R.J. learns his attorney is at the center of this whole conspiracy to screw him. Imagine that. (Cut to attorney with aforementioned mistresses discussing the conspiracy to screw R.J. sex scene). But there’s a hook. R.J.  has had a near-death experience (a plot copout device if there ever was one). He gets a chance to decide if he wants his body back or if he can return to earth as a Rotweiller. He’d rather be a dog—and one that’s about to get neutered at that.

A breezy little sex show with Bionca Trump forecasting lots of promise in this business. She reminds you a lot of Racquel Darian.