It’s hot and muggy and time to take the tops down (bra tops, that is). Kelly Royce suspects her advertising exec husband Gregor Samsa of fooling around – picking up new accounts, I think is the terminology he uses. She flips out, so to prove her suspicions gets loyal friend and lawyer, Charisma, to check him out. Charisma conducts fascinating interrogation sessions, nude, in shower stalls – methods any upstanding lawyer would approve of. Of course, Royce goes off on her own for some intensive Q&A with Samsa’s hairstylist that leads to a two-and-a-half-way (Royce masturbates) while Dirty Blond gets dildoed up his you-know-what, following a pattern of role reversal established by Steve Vegas. Royce doesn’t accomplish a heckuva lot, but Dizzy, obviously, does.
Now we’re supposed to buy the fact Royce’s suspicions are groundless despite Samsa’s fooling around with Charisma. Technically it’s only once and justifies a kissy face happy ending. Dopey story, but the sex is pretty good, and Royce is always a treat on the eye.