What change in attitude success doth bring. When last we saw Samantha Strong in PSG I she was hungry, out of a job and looking for a tuna fish sandwich handout at Herschel Savage's ptomaine diner.

Things were bleak, until she hit upon the idea of phone sex. Now, as we pick up in the whacked out sequel, Herschel has left his diner and his old lady and has joined forces with Samantha in creating the second largest phone sex company in creation.

Unfortunately, Sammy (I feel privy to intimacy since I've seen her naked more than she has) is all business and no personal sex. As she says: "you can't come into my office to come into my orifice." Which also clues you in that you're not going to see much of Strong's assets other than a quarterly report. Oh, but what treats her hirelings dish out.

Strong has hit upon the marketing concept of two phone girls for every guy. So quite obviously the sex scenes play out as trio capitol ventures. Mike Horner as Barstow T. Fiddlebach (a little W.C. Fields perhaps?) gets the best going over courtesy Angel Kelly and Dina De Ville. Horner even gets to employ an interesting sexual stance, to my knowledge, only used by flamingos in Miami.

But the stage is set. You know Sam will set aside gross annual income annuities and turn the other cheek—to Hartley and Savage who lustfully increase her profit margin inversely proportional to her decreasing overhead. Splendor in the ass, 'er grass.

Hugh Jorgan, once again, has scored a light, witty script. His teaming up with director John T. Bone has produced a string of solid hits this year, and it looks like they've got another one on their hands.