Why bother dating? Max does all the work. For the price of a rental you can check out a stock car race, go to the beach, dance at a Cinco De Mayo festival, get a lecture on contemporary architecture ("I don't know what the fuck it is, but it's famous!"), and oh yeah — bone a few babes up the ass. Save the gas money and let Max get you laid.

Max's latest menu is a jambalaya of anal interaction — two hot tomatoes and one very cold fish. Anna Malle, a Latina lass with giant tits and a foul mouth, performs some rather lewd public dancing before Max charms her into a heated state which commences in his car and graduates to his backyard.  While he spreads her butthole with a chrome device that resembles a proctological garlic press, Anna learns the Hardcore drill is a Nietzschean concept ("What does not kill you makes you stronger").  Though her screams of passion are as sincere as a carnival shill (my sympathy, doll) she's soon into aggressive deep throat, analinguis on the Maxman and backdoor slamming with a facial topper. Slut lovers will eat this up.

Better yet: pretty, petite Vanessa Chase plays cat 'n mouse with Max at the Long Beach Grand Prix, tantalizes him with a semi-public blowjob at the Queen Mary, and lets him ravage her compact, meaty buttocks after he first cuts off her spaghetti strap dress with a Swiss Army knife. Of all the pick-ups that Max has encountered, Chase ranks high as one of the most natural, provocative and enthusiastic.

If Debbie, a trim blonde beach bunny, had one third Vanessa's abject devotion to anal satisfaction, her segment could have been absolved, but from the get-go it hasn't a prayer. Debbie treats the sexual act as if it were a midnight ATM transaction at Florence and Normandy, and to make matters worse, the camera finds a comfortable nesting place atop a tripod and refuses to budge. This pitch is high and wide.