Tagged with a sort of side-turned Star Trek symbol, Full Service Fuckers makes little sense as titular achievement. In other words, these bitches aren't gas station attendants by any stretch of the imagination. Rather, through its five scenes, the DVD is a standard exercise in free-shooting pornography.

Holly Wellin starts, already in the middle of chowing down James Deen?s; and the pair moves quietly indoors to continue. Barbara Summer – dressed like a French maid – continues with equally abrupt consummation, while Mysti May unzips her man's outerwear on a barber's chair and leaves the bangs. Evan Stone asks elevator bellhop Cherokee if she's going up, and she tells him she's going down. Sophia is last, and Trent Salouri seems to have finally chosen his industrial surname. Now he just needs to figure out how to spell it. Tesoro? Tosoro?

As for extras, Hustler's not playing the value game, offering only trailers and a short slideshow.

Retailing: It's filler wall-to-wall fare.