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Stripper Nurses; written and directed by Jim Holliday
With: Debi Diamond, Bionca, Shayla LaVeaux, Alexis deVell, Sahara
Sands, Tiffany Minx, Summer Knight, Kaylan Nicole, Angela Summers,
Nina Hartley, Tammi Ann, Crystal Wilder, Keisha, TTBoy, Ron Jeremy,
Nick East, Alex Sanders, Peter North
We return once more to the Burton Allan School where young nurses
learn to dance and cure. Allthough I missed the two previous outings
at this particular establishment, I did see Sorority Sex Kitten's 1 &
2 and this film follows a similar pattern. An institutional setting
serves as the perfect excuse to gather together a bevy of sexually
active young women who perfom in a series of sketches linked by some
amusing banter which passes for plot. Most of the banter supplied by
Ron Jeremy who was responsible for the first real laugh any pornie has
elicited from me.
Scene 1, before the credits: TTBoy lying in a hospital bed pretending
to be an amnesiac. Tammi Ann comes to give him a sponge bath. She
winds up sucking then straddling him face to face with fore and aft
insertion.
The credits roll over footage of the girls dressing.
Nurse Mary Alice (Debi Diamond) goes reports to Dr. Quisling (the
hedgehog) on punishment detail. He cuts her some slack, she shows him
a good time in the patented DD manner. Debi looks more and more like
Ilse She-Wolf of the SS, and it's the revenge of the Jews as Ron
shtups her Aryan butt in positions gymnastic before spilling his seed
across her fine bod and face. In post-coital horseplay, she pushes
him over the sofa. Ron loses his mind and thinks he's a she-nurse; he
adopts the name Mary Menopause, puts on a pink dress, and takes up
smoking.
Debi then visits Nick East. He's checked in for a penile implant
because he's worried about his size. Debi sets his mind at ease and
burns his wood in all three furnaces. A weak facial is her reward.
We get to see some of the stars dancing in the next scene: Keisha,
Angela Summers, Summer Knight, and Crystal Wilder. Most of them
teeter around with a rough approximation of rhythm as they remove
their clothing and adopt positions prone and supine. No wonder they
have to blow up their breasts.
Nurse Mary Carleen (Shayla) visits her favorite orderly (Peter North).
Shayla LaVeaux has been my favorite adult entertainer since I first
saw her in Sorority Sex Kittens. She looks like the cheerleader next
door, her husky voice could melt butter on ice, and she has the best
boob job in the biz. She renders a virtuoso perfomance on Peter's
skinflute before clambering on board to make bouncy-bouncy. They move
on to a doggy style connection. No anal, but a magnificient Peter
North facial, and a little cuddling after it's done.
More dancing:
Kaylan Nicole is ok;
Tiffany Minx has a much better costume: skirt & Doc Martens and can
actually move ok.
Shayla and Alexis deVill have a synchronized routine. I'll be danged:
Shayla actually has a sense of rhythm and knows how to move. Hubba
hubba, when's she coming to my town? She must have taken lessons. Why
don't the others?
Nurse Mary Margaret (Nina Hartley) has provoked some of the senior
girls into reproving her for her strict ways. She promises to ease
up. They persuade her to give a dance demonstration. Well she's
easily the best of the lot (although not as cute as Shayla ). Of course the orgy follows with Nina, Crystal, and a couple
of women who were not identified in the credits. Nina gets a toe in
her ass. Everybody screams.
Peter North must be everyone's favorite orderly. This time Sahara
Sands and Angela Summers pay him a visit. Angela has grotesquely
inflated tits, but Sahara's a natural gal. They go through the usual
positions, ending in a tailing for Sahara. No facial.
Peter North knocks Dr. Quisling down. He recovers his identity, but
can't remember why he's in a dress.
The grand finale: the girls (Debi, Tiff, Summer Knight, Shayla,
Kaylan, and Alexis) line up and present their rosebuds for Bionca to
peel with her tongue. Dr. Desperado (Alex Sanders) arrives to recheck
her work. The girls go at it while Kaylan takes on Alex. The others
surround them and cheer Alex on to a climax.
All in all, one of the more enjoyable sex-vids I've seen in a while.
No gothic montage. no pretentious dialogue, just good filthy fun with
people who appear to they enjoy what they do. The camera work mixes
body shots with gynecological takes, erring perhaps a tad too
frequently on the side of the latter.
I can't believe Shayla's not a star yet - or has she already retired?
169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."