Billy Visual, nowadays ensconced as key crew member over at Bree Mills' Gamma web productions, returns to his old stomping ground at Digital Playground to direct this dumb story of old-fashioned golddiggers.
Whitney Wright gets a rare starring role, playing a mousy clerk a a clothing boutique who is way too easily lured into what amounts to prostitution by the bad influences of "sugarbabies" Elsa Jean and Luna Star.
That tiresome old porn proselytizing cliche of "why work 9 to 5 for peanuts when you can sell your body" is trotted out by the glamorous pair of blondes, and credibility is thrown to the wind as Whitney quits her job and throws in with these crypto-prostitutes who think of themselves in that Old School manner of "kept women".
Similarly phony and unbelievable is a later scene where after a makeover (that turns her into a very trashy-looking woman) Whitney rejects Luna handing her over to sugardaddy Tommy Gunn for servicing outside by a swimming pool, but then stands far away, gazing at Luna and Gunn humping, and is turned on enough to masturbate.
It's all an excuse for four very lengthy sex scenes involving the three actresses, staged without any imagination. Sloppy production has bad-girl Elsa (the heavy in the script) wearing way too much bright red lipstick that doesn't resemble her usual screen image at all, but later in the film inexplicably playing with no lip gloss whatsoever. That's assembly-line porn for you.
