It's hard not to like anything that stars Ginger Lynn. She brings a fresh, natural innocence to everything she does, no matter how depraved the sex act may be. Her relaxed, instinctive and very enthusiastic approach to sex would make the perfect visual complement to Dr. Ruth's orgasm lectures.

This time around, at Club Ginger, which I gather is supposed to be her house, she plays her very sexy self in a story that has something to do with a fantasy contest where people write her letters, requesting particular situations that they've been lusting after. She and her staff (her associates, not her dildo) service the contest winners.

Sound drop-outs leave some details hazy and there's some distortion. This does not necessarily detract from the tape's erotic potential, however. Otherwise, technical considerations are not a problem. What is a problem is that as much of Ginger as there is, it's not enough.

She overshadows the other women to such a degree that she sort of makes them look like, well, Dr. Ruth. Ginger is truly a natural for her line of work: she handles a dildo the way Don Mattingly handles a baseball bat; she has the same way with a penis that Picasso had with a brush. (Speaking of which, Ron Jeremy gets his body painted in a scene that unfortunately doesn't include Ginger.)

Erotic highlights include a three-way bead game (Ginger's recent specialty) that includes Sharon Mitchell and Tom Byron as well, and Ginger's vibrator free-for-all with Patti Petite. But Lynn's many fans still deserve more and better than this outing provides.