During the end credits of this awful Jonathan Morgan porn comedy we watch Alektra Blue repeatedly muff her line for the intro to one of her sex scenes. But in the movie proper, the non-sex footage, albeit brief, is just as bungled.
The skits are intentionally (audience insult) dumb, and the idiotic premise for the first vignette is brazenly repeated for the second one: a guy romantically spreading rose petals for a romantic dinner for his girl, and when he lights up candles the fire department rushes over to put them out.
In a tacked on intro scrolling on screen the dumb action is given a sci-fi premise of a future where fires are breaking out so frequently that strippers (female, not the Chippendales boys) are enlisted to flesh out the ranks of firefighters.
Chief among them are Briana Blair and Alektra Blue, featured in multiple scenes. Madison Ivy is the loveliest member of the cast.
Many people assume porn is automatically idiotic, and it is unfortunate when a director like Morgan, who knows better, proves them right.
