I wish 1 could say it's the heat that gives this tape its extra half "A", but it's actually the excellent production values and camerawork. Oh, there's plenty of sex — seven actual scenes, and something like 13 couplings, if you include the stuff in the competition ring itself — but much of it, especially toward the end, is too frenzied to raise any lump in the viewer's crotch. And what that also means is that the female cast, some of the finest babes in the industry, are simply underused.

The plot is simple: there's a $500,000 prize for the fastest cumshot using at least three sexual positions, all of which takes place in a boxing ring — not unlike the classic XXX'er Stiff Competition, sections of which show up on Kylie Ireland's big TV during her first scene. Kylie's in training for the event, and her unwitting partner is her accountant, Peter North. However, Kylie's maid, Draghixa, gets into the act, and after a cowgirl ride, she and Kylie lick Peter's peter to a fountain of jism. A fairly good threeway, but there's definitely something missing.

Better is the girl/girler between competition producer Misty Rain and assistant Julia Ann. Julia's got a near perfect body, and Misty knows how to worship it. The ladies kiss and lick each other, rub pussies in scissor fashion, then take turns pussy-licking. Trouble is, it's all over too soon.

Next, it's sexual introductions to the rest of the contestants, with the always-energetic Kim Chambers taking on two guys, while Brittany O'Connell is wasted in a bath­tub girl/girler with Tricia Yen.

Finally, we get to the contest itself. Three couples are brought out as a sort of "opening bout," featuring Pamela Dee, Samantha York and Sahara Sands and their partners. Nothing to write home about here, even about the winner (Pamela). (The arena, by the way, is filled with local fans, though there's the occasional familiar face.)

Of course, at the last moment, Kylie manages to disqualify herself by using an alum-coated vibrator that tightens up her pussy too much, so Julia volunteers to take her place — with Peter as her partner. (Tricia just misses wearing a gift bikini bottom that's apparently been dusted with itching powder. Brittany winds up with it, and we occasionally see her rubbing her crotch in the stands, leading one to believe that there's a sex scene missing somewhere.)

Almost needless to say, the Julia/Peter coupling is the best of show here, but it's hard to tell since the sex is covered as if it were a prize fight, moving from one set of players to another,- it's as bad as cross-cutting sex scenes in a less ambitious video.

Too bad this feature makes the mistake of forgetting that one of the things its audience will want to do is jack off to it. Sigh. Julia Ann in her contest togs on the boxcover will insure customer interest, however.