There may be a reason the director goes uncredited – this black gangbang is distinctly lacking in cheer. Actually it's lacking in numbers, as well? though the three-to-one ratio manages to just squeak by as a mini-bang. Of course the whole pep rally pretense is quickly set aside, say, about thirty seconds into each segment. Just as well. It's dopey, extraordinarily overused and the girls have no clear direction what to "do" as an ostensible cheerleader.

They fare better as meat puppets, allowing the guys to poke and prod and pull their rhetorical strings. Kapri Styles, with that flat chest of hers, appears most high school-ish, though we never knew any who could suck and ass-fuck with such a professional demeanor. Ariel Alexis and Leilani Lovitt are bustier – but no more convincing that they're having a ball.

Retailing: Stick it – with the other ethnic cheerleaders.