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Subject: Review: Sloppy Seconds
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Sloppy Seconds
Written/Directed by Jim Holliday
Stars:
Angela Summers (plastic tits)
Debi Diamond
Bionca
Tiffany Mynx
Tammi Ann
Lana Sands
Peter North
Jon Dough
Marc Wallice
Nick East
TT Boy
Alex Sanders
Ron Jeremy
Jim Holliday and the above crew (more or less) made Cheerleader Nurses and
Stipper Nurses. They both were about a nursing school (forgot the name)
that also had classes and majors in cheerleading and stripping. They
both had good sex and a fairly good story line (funny dialogue). Both those
had a group all-girl at the end.
Anyway, I rented this one because I thought it might be the same. Well, no
(otherwise, it would have been called Waitress Nurses, I guess), the story
is completely something else. The sex overall was mild to ok (whatever that
means). The story and dialogue were both quite good.
Angela Summers is the owner of Sloppy Jo's (she's Jo) and is having trouble
meeting payments to the bank. Seems irrelevant, but...
The first scene is Tiffany and Peter doing the thang. She does an impressive
BJ. The whole scene was a bit short, and Peter really didn't max out when
he came.
Next, after the credits, Alex Sanders plays a wandering hitchhiker who wants
some eats. He asks around and is directed to go to Sloppy Jo's.
Debi Diamond serves him, telling him that coffee is bad for you, so that's why
they charge $8.00 a cup. She suggests that he order blackberry tea instead.
He does, and apparently, that's the secret word to go for sloppy seconds.
Debi takes him to a back room and do the nasty with him. I really liked it
when Alex takes a knife out and cuts Debi's white fishnet pantyhose from the
back. When they get good and hot, Debi has part of the uncut portion (which
is still attached to the legs of the hose) wrapped behind her neck, very kinky.
Maybe I'll try that with my SO, probably without the knife - she'll freak
otherwise.
After that scene, we see Ronnie boy asking for some 'blackberry tea' from
Tammi Ann. She tells him that she has no idea what he is implying. Sends
him scooting away. The dialog and story is very good - COUPLES Alert!! -
(The story and dialog, while good, doesn't distract from the action at hand,
though, which is an added benefit.)
Jon Dough comes in and Tammi suggests that he orders blackberry tea. He does,
and she leads him upstairs for some fun. Hey, Al Borda, tell Tammi never
to get plastic boobs! Tammi is her usual slutty self (I'm beginning to
appreciate her sluttiness over Debi Diamond's: DD's seems a bit too
affectatious). They do a vertical 69 with Tammi Ann upsidedown (obviously)
and then finish off with a very nice anal. For those of you into anal,
and Tammi Ann, this is a real stretcher. Jon pours it all on Tammi's ass when
he comes, and a goodly amount, too.
In the next scene, Marc Wallice, the mysterious stranger, comes in and sits
down at a table. Also coming in is TT Boy, who sits at the counter next
to Peter. Angela Summers serves them blackberry tea (of course!), which leads
them to head upstairs for a 3some. Angela seems to have a good time, and
the only thing that was unfortunate about the scene was her breasts.
Peter and TT spooge on her face. This time, Peter makes a bigger splash.
Ok, Marc Wallice shows up again,and Lana Sands serves him. He gets
blackberry tea, and off to the back room. They do a nice shuffle, and after
spilling his beans, he spills the beans by telling Lana (Alice) that
he's a hired killer off to do someone in town. Then he'll be thousands of
miles away. He eventually leaves.
In this last sex scene, Bionca serves Nick East, admiring his cowboy hat.
She serves him blackberry tea, and brings him to the back room. Debi Diamond
joins in and the action starts with some girl-girl action between
DD and Bionca. Nick joins in eventually and a good time was had by all
at the end, the girls were kissing each other (after Nick's seminal delivery)
and I could just make out DD whispering to Bionca "I love you" <- grist
for the rumor mill?
In the last scene, Angela and the gals are talking and Angela mentions that
the banker that she has to deal with met with an unexpected death (as if
most deaths are expected?). Bionca realizes that this means Jo is off the
hook for some mortgage something, I forgot. Everyone is happy, the end.
Good flick, action is warm to mildly hot.
EDEW
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