Four unrelated tales of whacko women and angry and frustrated men provide fodder for these sexual encounters. Ashley Adams, eager to meet up with her friends and get laid, calls for a driver who takes her to her destinations only to learn that they just missed meeting up with her friends. This goes on all night, and she winds up owing hundreds in transportation fees that driver Michael Vegas—whom she summarily dismisses and treats like dirt—collects (after her card gets declined) in the form of a backseat romp. Strangely, she takes this all in stride and more or less just shrugs it off. 

This nonchalant and uncaring attitude is common amont the women here. Charlotte Cross is another prime example of it. She barely reacts when stepson Ryan Driller interrupts this sexy gal’s bubble bath, sans bubbles, with the news that her hubby has been arrested. Rather, she walks out on the balcony, nude, and then blows Driller. These off-balanced babes and the others all seem to be missing something upstairs that would make them socially acceptable, and in the balance indulge in sex that is instigated by their actions.