Ah, charismatic, creative men. Most of the time, they are complete assholes but hey, the drama is good and most of the time the wannabe Bukowskis or in this case, Coplands, give you great stories to tell when you eventually get tired of dealing with their dirty laundry and the stuff in their heads. Playing an arrogant prick here, Steven St. Croix is a composer/conductor who likes to mind fuck the women he's not fucking (except for on select occasions), and Devinn Lane, a talented cellist new to his orchestra, plays the almost-victim.

Starting off with a post-fight fuck with violinist/sort-of girlfriend Asia Carrera, St.Croix is lead through the plot to Lane right away. He watches her play her instrument, and well, she's sensual and completely seductive moving her hands on the bow and the strings. He offers her a ride home and flirts intensely and tells her how greatness is "within her grasp." He offers to make her his protégé and demands that she show her dedication to him by having her fuck hooker Bridgette Kerkove in front of him. Lane declares him a "sick fuck" but proceeds to play with Kerkove anyways. She gets off hard and appealingly on Kerkove's mouth, bitches at St.Croix and storms out of the limo. Kerkove uses her alone time with St.Croix to give him a private show. She fucks her pussy and ass with a champagne bottle, and it's one damn hot solo moment.

St.Croix apologizes, and Lane goes back to him as women are wont to do. He then gets her to strip down to her underwear and confesses to her that the concentration he has to put into composing his work makes him impotent.

"Music is born from pain and suffering. It makes me better."

From there, the head games continue with St.Croix berating violinist Scott Styles for crappy playing and has Lane fuck Styles while he watches. She is stunning, taking his cock in her twat in doggie. After Styles shoots his load on Lane's face, St.Croix cruelly applauds, making Styles scurry to get himself covered and away. Lane performs with another violinist, Aria, next. The look of hatred and lust that crosses Lane's face here is completely right, and Lane gets fucked until she is grunting by Aria wielding a strap-on. St.Croix dreams up a gorgeously active, lusty orgy scene from there with his players that ends with all the women involved lapping cum off Lane's tits. Things end with Lane taming St.Croix somewhat by using modern music and her twat to rule him. Their fuck is tense and passionate like the rest of their doings.

Pre-noms to the entire work for Best Video; Best Director to Armstrong for guiding this well; St.Croix for Best Actor; Lane for Best Actress; Kerkove as Best Supporting Actress; Best Solo to Kerkove; the orgy for Best Group Scene; Best Girl/Girl to Lane with Kerkove and Lane with Aria; Best Couples Sex Scene to lane and St.Croix; Best Music for the pleasant score; Best Videography to Jake Jacobs; and Best Editing to Eddie Door.

Bravo!