This incredibly melodramatic and boring erotic thriller only had two things going for it: Linnea Quigley as the super likable girlfriend and guy butt (even if the butt belonged to a dufus with a mullet).
Everyone's infidelities are the meat and potatoes of the story here. Linnea Quigley is the only one who doesn't cheat. Her boyfriend, the houseboy, fucks the woman of the house whose husband is fucking his secretary.
There's sex, intrigue, jealousy and murder...minus the intrigue.
Only recommended for a DeCoteau completist (although I just might be the only one of those out there...) or someone who wants to see a new movie featuring naked Linnea Quigley because you've worn out all your other Linnea flicks already.
I almost forgot Michelle Bauer is in it too credited as "Female Spirit of Sex". She shows up in fantasy dream sequences simply to get naked and rub her boobs...