Chris Warfield – Cathouse Fever (1984)
Shy and reserved Los Angeles-based secretary Becky yearns to have a more eventful and exciting sex life. Dissatisfied with making due with her carnal fantasies, Becky decides to leave Los Angeles and goes to Las Vegas to work as a legal prostitute at a brothel where she hopes to find the sensual fulfillment that has so far eluded her in her life.
Shy and reserved Los Angeles-based secretary Becky (a solid and appealing performance by fetching brunette Becky Savage) yearns for a more eventful and exciting sex life. Dissatisfied with making due with her carnal fantasies, Becky leaves Los Angeles and moves to Las Vegas to work as a legal prostitute at a brothel where she hopes to find the sensual fulfillment that has eluded her so far in her life.
Director Chris Warfield relates the absorbing story at a constant quick pace, does an able job of crafting a deliriously erotic atmosphere for Becky’s fantasy set pieces (the one with Herschel Savage in front of a crackling fireplace in particular registers as a real hot number), and further spices things up with an amusing sense of blithely blue humor. The presence of the following three lovely lasses helps a whole lot: The always delectable Rhonda Jo Petty as businesslike whorehouse madam Rhonda, slim blonde Gaylene Marie as the saucy Brandy, and busty knockout Debbie Truelove as the kinky Debby. Moreover, there are funny turns by John Colt as the swaggering Mickey Macho, Jerry Davis as studly cowboy Tex, and Tommy Drake as the meek Tape-Mouth. Best of all, the scrumptious Savage sure lives up to her last name by giving her energetic all in several scorching and spirited sex scenes. Ziggy Zigowitz’s sharp cinematography provides an impressive polished look and boasts some choice travelogue footage of Vegas in all its glittery neon glory. The often raunchy dialogue during the strenuous copulation adds an extra dirty kick. Cool funky-throbbing soundtrack, too. Good naughty fun.