Mike Sullivan sits in the Jamie Gillis seat here, parading young lovelies around either at a video store or in a limo and offering their pussies up to whatever male "strangers" they encounter. We use the quotes because one of the guys who pops up is a known performer (Johnny Thrust), and the suspension of disbelief necessary to buy that these scenarios aren't at least somewhat staged is considerable.

Still, Sullivan makes for a mighty entertaining host, and some of the dudes who get their mope on serve as morbidly captivating sideshows, as well—especially the one with the Popeyes logo tattooed on his stomach. What's more, the four girls featured are a particularly delectable group.