|Released||Aug 01st, 2004|
|Distribution Company||Jill Kelly Productions|
|Cast||Paulo (I), Nicole (I), Tasha (I), Jean, Richardo, Vanessa (I), Monica (I), Gigi (I), Giovanni (I), Silvia, Jean Luc (I)|
Pop quiz: When you hear the title Tales From the Strip, what's the most likely setting? We assume you chose Sunset or Las Vegas, which would be logical. "Unidentified European locale" certainly doesn't spring to mind, but that's TFS2 all over: Lost without a friggin' compass.
Hosted by some nonentity named Casey Pink, the vid is nothing more than a collection of loosely-strung vignettes starring blonde Eurotrash, who fuck up the English language far better than they fuck their partners.
So generic is the talent that it took half a scene to unspool before it becomes apparent that the masturbating blonde "maid" was not in fact the same blonde maid boinking a guy in another room. Ragged editing makes it look like a flashback rather than simultaneous action - but even the sharpest cutting would prove too little, too late.
Finally after an assembly-line of anonymous sequences set in steam rooms, hotel rooms and hair salons, we get to a greasemonkey's garage. Nicole, an all-natural brunette (and welcome change of pace) throws a rod and has a mechanic look under her hood. In the coarse manner befitting his station, he takes her roughly from behind while she holds onto the tool bench for dear life. When her perky tits dangle enticingly (as shot from below), the vid suddenly comes alive, especially when she jumps off his dick to finish with a hummer. His bill is longer than the scene, but not quite as satisfying.