The latest victims in a string of gruesome murders have shattered the calm of a small California desert town, prompting Sheriff Woodrow Green (Isiah Maxwell)—a dutiful, by-the-book lawman with a Barney Fife vibe and Columbo aspirations—to do everything in his power to protect his community, even if it means teaming up with sex-crazed FBI agent Vanessa Mann (Blake Blossom). The duo is on the hunt for the Roadside Slasher, an unidentified female killer who picks up men to fuck, only to discard them with a bullet to the balls. 

Green believes there are two killers and is eager to share his theory with Mann, who’s grown tired of poring over the case files and would much rather get laid. They’re in a motel room waiting out a storm, yet she’s already wet. She takes off her top, but Green isn’t interested in Bureau boobs. He’s got a case to solve ... and he can’t help asking, “How can you even do this with all these dead guy pictures around?”

She bolts out of the room and takes out her frustration on the motel clerk’s (Parker Ambrose) cock, keeping her tee, skirt and bright blue G-string on the entire time. He rails her over the check-in counter, pumps her mouth, and rigorously pounds her pussy around the lobby—and she looks gorgeous through it all, with her glistening skin, sultry looks and cascading blonde hair.

She and Green pick up Lady Luck on their way back to the station, and she leads them to trashy hitchhikers Mickey (Kylie Rocket) and Jack (Victor Ray), who just might be the killers they’re after. But good fortune runs out when their car breaks down, introducing temperamental grease monkey Angel (Charlotte Sins) into the mix. 

She tows them to her garage, where she, Mickey and Jack fuck outdoors on Angel’s porch, with a desert backdrop complete with Joshua trees and blue skies. Their horny three-way, hot as arid sand, has Mickey taking a twat-full of cock while balancing on a post block, followed by Jack slinging dick up Angel’s butt.

Meanwhile, at a nearby diner, Mann confronts Green about getting blown by Mickey while she was out cracking the case. He crumbles like a lunch counter cookie. “Oh, God, help me. It was so unholy, too,” he blurts out. “I shouldn’t have. I really compromised the investigation.” But Mann understands. She now has a plan to catch the killers and a shot at banging the sheriff.