Director Karl Morino stares into the camera, an unlit cigar curled into the crook of one index finger, morbidly muttering inanities such as, "Do you people grasp ... the gravity ... of the problem here?" and all that comes to mind is, Why's this guy so sweaty? Evidently intended as a gritty glimpse into the lives of prostitutes, Hustler Call Girls Undercover comes off more like one of those short films they'll occasionally show on Saturday Night Live that you're not sure whether your supposed to laugh at or find thought-provoking, but fails either way.

Morino appears between every segment to ramble some more about how there are hookers all over the place, and that gives way to documentary-style footage of each girl preparing for her next job, while she narrates in VO about why she does it, or how much of a loser her current client is, or whatever. It's all nonsense, and the blank, detached expressions on most of the girls' faces while they're getting fucked does little to enhance the stroke value.

Still, the vid is nicely shot, and some of the sex ain't bad; the next-to-last scene, a threeway with Vicci Valencourt, Ashley More and Christopher LaFleur, is enjoyable, with some hearty munching of Valencourt's box by More while her own slit gets pounded by LaFleur. To wrap things up after that, there's another threeway, with a stunning brunette named Jennifer Cale as the prostitute, and Ava Divine and Chris Mountain as the husband and wife who hire her. It would be far more of a kick-ass scene if it wasn't for Divine's incessant yammering about what a good little whore Cale is, but the girl does look like a fuckin' model, so that goes a long way.