Director Nate Woodburn does his bit to better post-O.J. race relationships by garbing a crop of amateur black pussy in cheerleading outfits and having 'em F!U!C!K! Tom Byron, T.T. Boy, and other blue-eyed soul brothers. Unfortunately, the equal-opportunity bonings lack any spark since the newcomers, paralyzed with stage jitters, basically just lie there with nary a moan. Next time girls, get your backfields in motion and your mouths workin' overtime.