Ah, they may be young, but nobody's innocent in this business. And so we whip out the time honored casting couch device as a means for seduction.

Chet Aznivor and Randy Paul as the slimy producer and equally slimy casting agent, respectively, mix and match aspiring starlets between their overzealous libidos. The sex quotient can blow the numbers off a thermometer such as in scenes with the exotic Tiffany Storm and Barbie Dahl, but the kinetic rah rah energy level these two guys exude make Alan Thicke and Judge Reinhold (their lookalikes) come off as speed freaks.

The best matchup of the bunch in this roundelay game of body tag is among Sheena Home, Laurie Peacock (who suspiciously looks like Laurie Smith going under a nom d'porn) and a licorice leather dildo name Alfredo. Whether it's Peacock or Smith, the woman definitely came to this party to rock and roll. Too bad she doesn't get a scene to light Aznivor and Paul's fuses.

Toss in a cute scene with Ron Jeremy as a stage hand palming himself off as a casting agent (with the sincerity of Joe Isuzu) to audition newcomer Havanah (a little north of Elle Rio) and you can pretty well connect the dots the rest of the way.