Had The Fluffer been released as one complete feature, then the warts in Part 2would have been far less obvious instead of it becoming the magnified, protracted exercise in sexual frustration that it appears to be. An unfortunate decision seems to have been made to construct every sex scene in a way as to impede the male from exhibiting obvious pleasurable climax. For dramatic effect?
Brittany O'Connell, who was as much the heart and soul of Part 1¸ is more of a fashion accessory here. A financial backer takes a liking to "fluffer" Brittany and wants her to star in his next feature, to the consternation of director Henri Pachard. Their confrontation is as drama-laden as this thing gets, otherwise, the feature pretty much dwells on the infinite grousing and sexual incompetence of its performers with makeup girl Nikki Shane acting as the sounding board.
O'Connell is yanked in the middle of munching down on Ari to service porn star Wallice, who can't get it up with partner Alex Jordan because she's got pimples on her ass. Then what presents itself as a reasonably hot threeway with O'Connell, Jordan and Wallice, has to share screentime with a relatively languid labiae pairing between Natasha and Sahara. The resultant intercutting is infested with agonizing, scene stretching slo-mo that reminds you of an old Disney naturelogue on the mating habits of a tse-tse fly. Ron Jeremy's coupling with Tiffany Million is, likewise, truncated when O'Connell comes barging in, and this is the good stuff.
The best suggestion is to see both parts together. Part 1 logged in with an AAAA rating because of its originality, dramatics and verve; and if, for anything else, the total video exercise serves as an object lesson to witness how a competent story can fall apart at the seams when it's padded beyond the limits of good form. Definitely carry at least the first one.