Who woulda thunk? Had Sadie Does Las Vegas contained one or two more smokin' scenes, it might have wound up and Editor's Choice.

As it is, there's plenty of highly strokable stuff to be found here, especially whenever the camera focuses on title girl Sadie Sexton, a magnificent, heat-radiating hellcat who makes a strong case to be crowned Ultimate Porn Party Doll. If AVN should ever decide to start bestowing awards for Best Dirty Discourse, the blond, voluptuous Sexton would b a hands-down front runner for her non-stop raps while getting reamed by muscle boy Criston Todd in scene two.

"Fuck me, fuck me, c'mon, c'mon, I'm your goddamn whore, you pay me to fuck me, cum on my goddamn ass, cum on my goddamn pussy," she aggressively intones, over and over, straight into the camera. Now that's lung power. No demure white-bread starlet, she.

The equally searing opener, meanwhile features another world-class trash mouth, Ms. Anna Malle. But the real star of this extended sequence is its concept -- two scenes in one which are already at full throttle when we first join them.

In one room we have a multiple pileup featuring Sexton, Malle, Rebecca Wild, Todd, various pieces of hardware and all the smokin' combinations such a set-up makes possible. In room two, we have Caroline Pierce and Davia Ardell -- who has never been more sizzling --  frantically chowing on each other's pussies and assholes. After a while, the two groups seamlessly merge, giving birth to all sorts of wonderfully new, lascivious unions.

Alas, considering what preceded it, the third and final scene, a Blair la Femme/Mickey Ray coupling, is just plain anti-climactic. But as an extra added bonus, the directors toss in some outlandish gonzo footage of Sexton shamelessly flashing her bare ass to a group of startled Vegas tourists. After all, she explains, She's a porn star, goddammit, and proud of it.