LOVER'S TRANCE
director: Scotty Fox, 1990 Legend
cast: Sunny McKay, Brittany, Paula Price, Michelle Monroe, Jon Dough,
Randy Spears, Randy West, Buck Adams, Eric Price
rating: 1.25
- Brittany, Randy West
- Sunny McKay, Buck Adams
- Brittany, Randy Spears
- Sunny McKay, Michelle Monroe, Jon Dough
- Paula Price, Eric Price
* No anal, no dp, 1 weak facial
Bill (Jon Dough) is throwing a party. All of his employees are lingering
around the house and standing beside him at the booze table is Jack (Randy
Spears). Jack is surprised at how much of a good sport Bill is for inviting
him to the party; we find out Bill lost four hundred thousand dollars because
of some business deal Jack screwed up on. Bill says he doesn't hold a grudge
and then changes the subject by asking him where his date is - knowing she stood
him up once they arrived at the party. A speechless Jack wanders off and Bill
gives him an evil glare.
We cut to a bedroom where two partygoers Lana and Alex, (Brittany and Randy
West), lie naked on a bed. He asks her what happened to the "jerk" she came to
the party with and she replies, "He's too busy kissing up to the host".
Touching her left breast he tells her, "Speaking of kissing up..", then they
kiss and commence the scene (how's that for motivation to start things off?).
You don't see much of the bedroom set, but it looks fair (however, the
quality of the filming does make it seem like your typical cheesy porn
set). A little bit of kissing, then Brittany blows Randy. He seems
to enjoy himself quite well and she appears eager to please - her big,
junoesque figure rocking back and forth on the bed as she grabs his
dick and sucks it with a gleam in her eyes. Brittany is pretty and
has a nice set of plump, natural breasts. They do a fair cowgirl poke
(but no variety with camera angles) then they spoon it. Randy is
starting to look just a little bored, but Brittany is still with it,
pressing her breasts up to her face as close as she can and licking
her nipples. An average cumshot on her pussy ends the scene (she has
shaved pussy lips with a small bush above her clit).
Jack enters the room and asks, "Lana, is that you?" (as if he didn't recognize
the woman he came to the party with). Lana turns over to Alex and says,
"That's my date!". He smiles and says, "WAS your date", and Jack heads out to
mingle with the others. He bumps into Marta (Sunny McKay, billed as Kim
McKay, looking very tired and worn out, I blame the hairstyle she's sporting
here) who introduces herself as a friend of Bill's who moved over from
Australia just recently (and this WAS one of her very first American videos).
She's very impressed with all of Bill's friends who have exciting and
adventurous jobs; such as a stuntman, a fire chief and a sky diver. When
Jack tells her he's an insurance salesman she frowns and turns the other way.
In another part of the room, Bill's telling his wife, Michelle Monroe, about
Alex's line of work (he's a hypnotist) and encourages him to liven up the
party by demonstrating his craft on somebody. They get Harry (Buck Adams) to
become Alex's human guinea pig and everyone gathers around to watch. Pulling
out a lighter from his pocket, Alex tells Harry to relax and focus on the
shiny object. Harry suddenly falls under a trance and when Alex mentions
that the feeling of relaxation is as rewarding as spending the night with a
beautiful woman, we cut to Harry's dream sequence of Sunny laying on a couch
rubbing herself through her dress and calling for Harry.
They briefly kiss then she slowly undresses. Buck starts licking her
breasts and biting her nipples, getting them hard. He sucks on her
pussy for a lengthy period then undresses and immediately fucks her
mish-style. He goes pretty fast and gets that macho look on his face
as if he's giving her the best ride of her life. In close-ups of
Sunny, she's shaking very quickly as if in an earthquake. A minute
or two later and Buck gets her to suck him off. She slurps him down
(no deep throat) then he shoots on her chin and a bit in her mouth.
She licks the head and smears the cum on her chin with it.
Bill is quite impressed that Harry's under some sort of spell that he jokes
around by asking Alex if he is capable of murder. "It's a harmless prank,"
Bill tells Alex, "As long as you're here.. right?". Jack ends up being the
bait and when Alex tells Harry to go over and strangle him, he gets up slowly
and grabs Jack by the neck. Alex puts a stop to things right on time and
Jack starts freaking out.
After the party, around 2 a.m., Jack and Lana head back to his place and she
tells him she had a good time. "Of course you did," he says, "you slept with
the hypnotist". "I told you," she retaliates, "he hypnotized me to do it!".
Jack wanders off to his bedroom and undresses. Staring at his neck in the
mirror, he says he's going to call his attorney in the morning. Lana, who by
this time has undressed and made her way over to Jack's bed, tells him to stop
being a grump. He calls her a slut, she tells him he can't keep his filthy
hands off of her and they fuck.
Brittany gives another round of good head to Randy # 2. Eagerly, she
strokes him off while licking his balls from underneath. They do a
mish and Randy spears her good, making her shut her eyes tightly and
squealing loud. A few minutes later (a bit of looping included),
they do it doggie style. Pretty hot. He pulls out and cums on her
ass.
After Lana leaves, Jack is disturbed by some knocking on the door. He peeks
through the window and to his shock, Harry is standing there - still in a
trance. He freaks out and gets a knife for protection. He calls up Bill and
tells him this whole thing has gotten way out of hand and that he'd pay for
it. He calls up the police next and files a complaint.
Back at Bill's house, his wife asks him who he was on the phone with and he
tells her it was nobody important and that she should go back to what she was
doing (which was fondling Marta on their bed). Marta tells Bill it sure is
nice of him to share his wife with her and he replies, "It's my pleasure,
sweetheart, as you will soon see".
The two girls are fondling eachother, slowly stripping off their
lingerie (but remaining in black heels, as was the case with almost
every other scene). They do a sensual 69 and eventually Jon joins
in on the action. Michelle (who's on top) starts sucking on Dough's
breadstick - she has facial expressions similar to that of Jamie
Summers it's uncanny; as well as meaty pussy lips and a nice set of
natural breasts resembling those of a pre-boob job K.C. Williams.
As for looking like Marilyn Monroe, she does have the short blonde
hair but overall, looks nothing much like her. Jon then fucks Sunny
as she continues tasting Michelle (who's sitting on her face). He
fucks Michelle doggie-style next then cums on her lower-back, Sunny
reaching over and smearing it all over Michelle's backside.
Back at Jack's, he paces around the place waiting restlessly for the cops to
show up. Once he peeks out the window again and notices Harry's not there,
he thinks he's being set up to look like a fool. He takes his knife, slowly
opens the door and quietly tip toes down the hallway. Once he notices the
'in case of emergency' axe missing from the wall, he turns around and finds
Harry standing there holding it. The next minute (in both acting and
editing) is so poorly done as Jack stumbles and gasps while Harry, like a
zombie, makes his way towards him. Eventually the cops, Paula Price (billed
as Raquel Gold, pre-boob job) and Eric Price bump into Jack and hold him up
against the wall, questioning him. He tries to tell them the truth but they
don't listen. Upon reaching Jack's apartment, they step inside and check it
out but come up empty. Jack furiously demands that they search the whole
building but they refuse, telling him it would take more than just two police
officers to have an effective search. Once they leave his apartment, they
decide to check things out in the utility room. Of course, the only things
they find are eachother's body parts.
The slowest moving scene in this tape (thanks to a lame performance
by Eric). They kiss and fondle eachother, then Paula offers up her
pussy to him. They way he licks her pussy is very non-erotic (i.e.
ho-hum). She gets him out of his uniform and gives him a sensual
blowjob. They fuck doggie first, Paula squealing a bit too much
for it to seem real (what with Eric fucking her like a turtle and
all). Then she leans back on or against some table or counter or
something as he penetrates her pussy. He pulls out, shooting a
hefty load near (not quite on) her pussy. It's too bad about her
breasts, they looked very nice here. However, the boob job she
currently has is still much better looking than most of the other
silicon hardballs gracing the industry today.
Jack's in his bedroom, sitting there wide-eyed. Suddenly Harry's in the room
(the cops told him it would take more than 2 people to make an effective
search of the whole building but they couldn't even make an effective search
in that one apartment room!) and starts to strangle him. Jack heads for the
door, but of course he has trouble opening it. Harry makes his way to Jack,
strangles him again and finishes him off.
A while later. The police and their unseen chief are standing over the body.
They come to the conclusion that Jack must've opened the door to the killer
thinking it was them. The chief speaks. Hey, that voice sounds familiar...
wait a minute, the cameraman's panning up his legs.. it's.. it's.. Harry
(or Buck Adams, anyhow, who knows what's going on)! The end.
With an incredibly unbelievable storyline (Cash Markman wrote this?), the
poor acting in this one just sinks it down further. All the women in this
one were more or less newcomers at the time but thankfully they showed
interest in their sex scenes. A good soundtrack (in both sex and non-sex
dialogue sequences) is also provided but it still doesn't help in garnering
more than a 1.25 rating. By all means, not one of Scotty Fox's better movies
nor a recommendation for couples - but it may still prove appealing because
of sexual content. I'd strictly advise it to fans of Sunny and Brittany (who
have 2 scenes each). Also, if someone could explain the title "Lover's
Trance" to me, I'd greatly appreciate it. Somehow, I can't find a connection
between the two words. The box cover claims, "Adult action done Hitch-cockian
style".. boy, Alfred would've probably turned to doing war-musicals after
having seen this.
Joey Markham (aka Jo E. and G.S.)
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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." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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