Mike Horner is fuming because he's been greased out in a family will that's bequeathed the largess to his virgin sister (Tracey Adams) and his idiot brothers Jerry Butler and Tom Byron).
Stipulations of the will call for Horner to work 20 years as the family chauffeur; and, where all the fun begins, that a tutor should prep the reprobate brothers for Harvard. The will didn't mention anything about miracles.
Angela Baron as Ms. Von Klinger arrives from Germany. We know that because we get hit over the head with a lot of background Straus waltzes and oompah music. Ms. Von Klinger may be a tutor by trade but must have spent night school watching Ilsa, She Wolf Of The SS movies. She will certainly straighten the boys from their errant ways, not to mention sway sister Tracey from her path of asexuality in a meaningful girl/girl encounter.
What Baron and Adams do is simply ignite the screen with some of the most forceful, sweat provoking sexual encounters you'll ever witness. Adams' scene with contractor Joey Silvera who's going to build her a "retreat" is a study in complete seduction with none of those little missing elements that usually occur in fast food video. Meanwhile Baron spreads out against a Rolls with Horner, which, hard to believe, is hotter than the scene they did in Where There's Smoke There's Fire.
In between we get a couple of sex scenes totally out of sync with the storyline. For example, Horner is chauffeuring Baron, telling her how horny he is. Cut. Next scene he's being whacked off roadside by Tiffany Blake who in some necks of the woods is going by the name Carolyn Chambers. I must have missed something, but what tire did Blake roll out of? Same goes for a scene in the family library where Butler and Byron are playing a game of hide and go naked with Alicia Monet, a beautifully endowed doll, but who's as meaningful to the plot as a nude Panzer division.