Monica Mayhem portrays a sexy gal with a Doctorate who insists that her hypothesis that sexual fantasies is valid. After personally daydreaming about doing Nick Manning, she finds it put to the test as patients confess their fantasies in settings that are bound to appeal to solo viewers and couples.

Brooke Hunter envisions herself as a sexy prostitute who brazenly takes on Don Hollywood in a dirty alley. So ... Hunter gets it up the butt while lying on a trashcan. In an opposite wont, Kyle Stone turns into Mr. Suave and beds Dee in a French café.

Jimmy D, in a Non-Sex Role, keeps the plot evolving, but it may result in a chuckle watching him looking down again and again as he reads his lines, written ably by Jennifer James, from a paper on the table.

In an interesting reversal, Taylor St. Claire instigates a girl/girl set-up by wishing that she was, for once, not in control. Venus makes it so. A touch of kink adds to their sugar and spice feline meal deal.

The raison d'etre is the final and predictable come-together of Mayhem and Lawrence. Nice, folks. You could see it coming a mile away, and Lawrence's nervous apprehension and laughable disguise only adds to the absurdity of the situation when Mayhem learns that fantasies may be hot, but the real thing at least gives you something to wrap your lips around.