The telephone doesn't ring in Madison's escort service, but she answers it anyway (the girl must be psychic). "Hello, Cal? You need a massage? I've got a new girl for you, Heidi Kcat." Cut to Jammer and Kcat getting it on. After some furious pumping, Cal whips out a rubber and proceeds to probe the Undiscovered (Backdoor) Country, but it seems like we're stuck in a time warp, for seconds later, the deed is done.

After three more identical set-ups (i.e., answer phone/cut to sex), it won't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the only two who haven't boffed yet are Madison and her partner, Trixy Tyler. Just as the over-endowed madams start to get hot and heavy, the end credits kick in, spoiling the fun.

With a tired old premise like this, you'd think that the director would at least concentrate on getting the most heat out of his talent, but aside from a coupling between girl-next-door-type Chrissy Ann and Jonathan Morgan, most of the segments are pretty lame. Parlor Games comes off like funeral parlor games. Madison, however, on the boxcover should mean good sales.