Date sent: Sat, 29 Mar 1997 13:58:53 -0500 (EST) From: Joey MarkhamTo: Director Subject: REVIEW: "Buffy's First Encounter" Some of the female characters in this loosely constructed plot seem to come straight from the movie "Clueless". Rachel Love plays Cher and Sahara Sands plays Amber but the only thing that even comes close to resembling the mainstream version is the use of language (or, rather, their attempt at it). Newcomer Krysti Myst plays Buffy, the ditziest character of the bunch (she even refers to herself as a ditz-brain halfway through the tape). The thing that makes this dyed-blonde cutie less believeable in the role of this ditzy, "Clueless" type is that she has a more sensual and soft appeal and doesn't really portray that spunky, chipper, squealy, teeny-boppish, "Oh my God!" personality very well. Krysti sounds more gentle, but doesn't seem to read her lines smoothly in her narration sequences (meaning, most of the time you could tell she was reading from a script). Not exactly the kind of industry one indulges in to enjoy how well these people perform in dialog scenes, you'll just have to make do with what the end results are (of course, they didn't create the fast-forward button for nothing). BUFFY'S FIRST ENCOUNTER director: W. Bosley Delongprez. Cinderella (CDI), 1995. running time: 85 mins. cast: Rachel Love, Selena, Patricia Kennedy, Sahara (Sands), Steve Hatcher, Alex Sanders, Jay Ashley. introducing: Krysti Myst. We open up on Buffy sitting on her bed in her dorm room and, in narration, she says her parents sent her one of those 'Dear Buffy' letters and they decided to evoke her like she was a driver's license or something because she's flunking a few courses in school. In wanders Cher who sits down next to Buffy and tells her she met a really cute guy who was "beyond a Baldwin". Buffy's not all that interested to hear details and when Cher asks what her problem is, she hands her the note from her folks. Cher glances over it and says, "I can't believe they nuked your visa card! Oh, Buffy. I'm so sorry!" Cher hugs her, in comforting. Cut to the dean's office of the local university. Dean Chance (Steve Hatcher) is at his desk and his secretary Miss Hopkins (Selena) tells him that Doctor Wessel (Jay Ashley) is there to see him. The two men discuss a secret project Wessel's currently working on that the media has somehow found out about with reporters coming out of the woodwork trying to get interviews with the doc himself. The dean tells him that rumors are being spread, such as the doc using male students for his experiments. "I categorically deny that," Wessel says. The dean replies, "I figured you would but I suppose you also deny that the use of testicles are in those experiments." Wessel shakes his head and says, "Preposterous!" Over at Wessel's laboratory. A male student, Topanga (Alex Sanders), is there with Wessel's assistant nurse (Patricia Kennedy). She's holding some cable wires and he asks her what she's going to do with those. "Well," she bluntly puts it, "I'm gonna attach them to your balls!" She reaches into his jogging pants and does her thing. Topanga suddenly goes haywire and afterwards she tells him to surf the internet (by now you're probably asking, "What the...?!?!?!" but this really strange experiment involves observing Topanga's reactions to watching naked bodies when typing/playing on a computer. Extremely stupid, yes, which I'm sure has only caused more confusion.. but that's the way the cookie crumbles this time around). So then Topanga goes over to a computer and starts typing away. The dean tells Wessel that the university has a reputation to live up to so he should stop with the sexual hijinxs in his experiments. Wessel agrees to stop then is excused from the office. Miss Hopkins re-enters the room and notices how edgy dean Chance looks so she goes behind him and starts massaging his shoulders. "You seem really tense," she says. He looks up at her and says, "Yeah, well... that's not the only place." - Selena is a sexy, short-haired brunette with a more mainstream than hardcore-dolly look that anyone could fall in love with. Once Steve removes her bra he throws it in the camera's direction almost like trying to give a 3D effect, but what will catch your eyes more are Selena's absolutely beautiful breasts (they're the most luscious looking, plump set of natural breasts I've seen in quite some time). Unfortunately, this scene is a waste of her talents. She gives Steve head to start off with but a lot of longshot angles don't give us much of a chance to see her pretty face wolfing down dick. We do get a close-up shot of Selena's eyes and, unless it was the video quality, she has an interesting greenish-grey color to them. Steve gives her a good pussy-tasting session but again, not too many close-ups to show off her semi-hairy snatch in all its glory. A rather poor doggy style poke takes place on a desk then they hop onto a couch for a mish that starts off quite hot then gradually simmers down. We are already presented with a few slow-motion frames during the sex and yet again for the cumshot finale (she gets quite a mild facial - basically just a drop or two lightly coating her tongue and the rest of it oozing down to her neck). Back at the dorm. The girls are still on the bed but now Cher's got her hands all over Buffy's body. "Like, what are you doing?" asks Buffy. Cher replies, "Nothing! Nothing at all!" "You're, like.. taking off my clothes!" "Quiet, Buffy! I saw this on Oprah once!" Buffy narrates how major talk- show freak Cher once saw on tv how people relieved their stress by exposing all their pores to the light of day. "How do you feel?" "I feel, like, my clothes are coming off?" Buffy, "like a ditz-brain" she says, forgot to mention one minor point in this whole saga - that she's 100% virgin, through and through (then she winks at the camera). She says she knows that's unbelieveable but she assures us she's being totally straight with us (let me throw in an "As if!" right here). Anyhow, as she pushes Cher's hands away, Buffy's asked what's wrong then if she's ever had sexual feelings before. "Once at an ATM machine," she replies, which excites Cher. Buffy continues narration with, "Cher was like, this.. real Betty. You know? So I figured what the heck. She was my best friend. What are best friends for, I ask you?" The girls lay down and Buffy winks at us one more time before they really get into it. - Krysti Myst plays the submissive one in this very poor girl/girl scene. She smiles and looks like she's enjoying herself under Rachel's tongue, but the pace is very slow-moving and somewhat boring. Rachel, on the other hand, tries to liven things up by getting Krysti to tell her how much she likes it or how much she wants it, but Krysti doesn't respond much. The curly haired blonde Love goddess doesn't even take off her clothes! She does all the work and still can't get her friend to squeal with delight. A little ass-rimming with some nasty spitting would be the only brief highlight, but things don't amount to much at all. Krysti has a small clit hidden under a bush of brown hair, a daisy tattoo inches away from her pussy, and a pair of terrific natural breasts that aren't so natural nowadays. By the end of it Rachel asks with a smile, "You act kind of embarrassed. Are you embarrassed?" But Krysti feels great like she had some kind of mind-blowing orgasm (if it happened, I know I didn't see it - I must have blinked or something). This is a very forgettable scene. Doctor Wessel arrives at his lab where he 'unplugs' Topanga's wire connection, allowing him to leave. Snapping out of it, he says, "Whoa.. man! Just like Northern Exposure!" and leaves the lab, but not without pinching the nurse's ass first. Once he's gone, the doc gets closer to his assistant and says, "Speaking of exposure.." and they start getting it on. - Once they remove their white outfits, Patricia and Jay get into some pretty hot action. First he works his tongue around her pussy and we get to see her pierced clit-hood (with a tiny metal heart shape around the ring). Then she works her pierced tongue on his cock with lots of nasty spitting and deep throat. Once the oral sex is out of the way, Patricia hops onto an examination table lined with a light blue colored sheet for a doggie then mish. There aren't any medical instruments lying around but Pat makes do with Jay's pussy thermometer. This red-haired hussy takes her pounding in fine fashion, with several facial expressions signifying slight intensity. Patricia, being the longest running porn star of the entire cast, shows no signs of burnout and sports a rather nice shoulder-length hairdo (which is straight on top and curled up at the ends). For the closer, Jay pulls out of her hot box and has her slide off the table to catch his load on her waiting tongue, which she spits out. After 'confirming' that the rumors about the use of testicles in experiments simply are just rumors and nothing more, the dean gets off the phone with a reporter. Soon afterwards, Amber the school snitch drops by the office and hands over a photo of his favorite student Buffy with Cher's hand practically up her ass. Disgraced by the current events taking place on his campus (Wessel's controversial experiment, lesbianism) the dean tells Amber, "Idle hands of the devil's workshop" and picks up the phone to notify Miss Hopkins to call Buffy into his office immediately. But once Amber the school snitch receives an indecent itch and spreads her legs, putting one up on his desk, the dean changes his mind and asks for Buffy to drop by next period. On her bed again all alone, Buffy's narrating about how wonderful it felt to be with Cher earlier. "With her hands all over my body, I practically forgot all about my pedicure appointment!" In wanders a distressed Cher who notifies her friend that the dean wants to see her about the incriminating photograph. "As for you, young lady," dean Chance tells Amber, "I take a very dim light on snitches." Amber prepares to leave, saying, "Oh well.. I'm outtie!" He tells her not so fast because for being a snitch, he's gonna have to punish her. "Take off your panties," he instructs her. She sits back and chuckles with, "I don't think so! Uh, this.. this is not happening.." "Oh yeah, it is. You see, here at this institution we have a fine standard of teaching." Then he tells her she probably wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't go through the mandatory paces. So he wastes no time and plants a kiss on her. "My punishment can be very rewarding," he says. - Rewarding? Only if you consider poorly shot lukewarm sex a good thing. Lanky blonde Sahara Sands looks kinda tired and doesn't even get as much time giving head to Steve as he did to her. When she does receive it, however, Steve gets a little wild and spits on her pussy and fingers it but thanks to 'looping' there's no variety - just deja vue. They're on the same couch as scene one and do both missionary and doggy positions. Sahara still has her natural breasts here but they look more saggy than usual. Steve pulls out, from doggy style, and cums on her left asscheek as she rubs her asshole. Another forgettable scene. Sitting at a desk typing away on a keyboard, Buffy narrates for us once again. "Dean Chance could have been a real dick about this thing. But that was kind of forgotten when I walked in on him and Amber. Boy, was that a scene! Anyway, dean Chance said something about idle fingers being the devil's warehouse or something like that? So he gave me this part-time computer job which helped, seeing as how my visa card was nuked and all that." Turns out she's hard at work cruising the sex chat rooms on the internet and bumps into Topanga there. They suddenly get into a discussion on virginity and they tell eachother they're 'soft of' virgins (huh??). So they end up meeting. Buffy's sitting on her bed and waiting for him (hours later? The next day?). She narrates, "I don't believe I did this. What'll I tell Cher? If this guy turns out to be a Barney, I'll crawl into a hole and die. What am I talking about? Pull yourself together, buster!" Topanga shows up and hands her a bouquet of roses then sits down next to her. Having never seen him on campus before, Buffy asks him if he's a student. He says he is and that he also works part-time at Doctor Wessel's lab, where he wires his balls. He loses his grin and asks if he said something wrong but Buffy's curious to know more. "Tell me about your balls. I mean, your job," she says and he explains everything to her. Then she asks him if he can keep a secret and he says sure. She tells him this computer stuff really turns her on. She adds, "Topanga? Download me" (there's a new one for the books!) "Does that mean what I think it does?" he asks. She replies, "I think so." He goes to kiss her cheek and she asks one final question. "Topanga? Are your balls wired?" "No." "That's a relief," she smiles. - What isn't a relief is that Krysti still acts quite aloof and doesn't show much emotion to her ham slamming. She even just lays there still with barely a peep when Alex works his finger in her pussy. When it comes to the blowjob, I don't know if Krysti's been watching too many Kelly Jaye videos or if she's really inexperienced in giving head but she doesn't look comfortable with a dick in her mouth. Like Kelly, she's got a pretty face but doesn't quite know how to use her mouth when it comes to oral sex. First they get into a spoon (or sideways doggy if you like) and then a somewhat heated mish (Krysti places her legs on Alex's shoulders as he pounds away). The trouble is, the cameraman decided to show more face and less penetration! The scene ends with Alex moving over to Krysti's face as he cums across her mouth and down her cheeks. At least she doesn't shy away from facials, but she just opens her lips and blows a cum-bubble, keeping her tongue buried deep in her mouth the whole time. The end. I don't blame director Mitchell Spinelli for hiding out under the name he used for this production. The only worthwhile scene is between Patricia Kennedy and Jay Ashley and the rest is barely passable. Rachel Love fans will be heartbroken by the fact that she doesn't even show off her perky, petite body and fans of either Selena or Sahara Sands won't find anything new or exciting here. What I enjoyed the most was the musical score of Barry Boxx (I find he composes very upbeat tunes that I don't find repeated very much in other videos). What I enjoyed least was the utterly ditzy storyline that almost had me banging my head up against the wall because of how ridiculous it was. But anyhow, as far as Krysti Myst is concerned, she's a cute young thing but as wild as a turtle in heat. If only she showed more enthusiasm in her scenes, she could have made Buffy's two encounters more enjoyable and less of a bother to sit through. Joey Markham [email protected]
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