Jessica Drake not only fulfills her contract (another day, another Wicked title) but handles all the voice-over in this silent movie from Brad Armstrong, one of his lesser lesser achievements. It even got a sequel, which I will suffer through anon.
For All-Sex projects, Brad likes to emphasize style, in this case outfitting the cast with snazzy outfits suggesting the Gangster Era of Prohibition. He can't resist having one girl clad in extreme fetish boots (circa 2005), but I did enjoy the snazzy wide-brimmed hats the girls wear, keeping them on during sex scenes.
It's all pointless sex filler, with lots of ethnic casting that helps pass the time. Jada Fire as a singer at NY's Cotton Club is a bit of a stretch, and Brad insists on having himself as the stud in several scenes, once as a hitman and later as a moonshiner.
