When the feature starts with Eric Edwards grabbing a bottle of whiskey, taking the gun out of his pants, and putting his feet up on the desk (with gum on the soles no less), you know this is going to be a private-eye flick. Add  femme-fatale (Crystal Breeze), a little blackmail, steamy sex and you get film, er, video-noir.

Edwards is Dan McCloud (936-6969!), trying to figure out why Jack Bates is being blackmailed by his sultry ex-wife Marlene. You see, Bates owns a casino-cum-pleasure palace, and his sex wants a piece of it. And she has got evidence to send him up the creek. The only problem is that nobody can find it. Enter Edwards to locate it, save Bates' tail, and make enough money to hire himself a secretary.

That's the plot. It is also a decent excuse for wall-to-wall sex. In this casino they do it on the gaming table, bringing new life to the game of craps. Edwards is seduced by Bates' ex, and joined by a waitress to produce the hottest encounter of the video. And, yes, Edwards does find the evidence, albeit in the most unique of hiding places.

The production, in general, is solid, except for obtrusive electronic music which makes some of the dialogue difficult to hear. The sex is fast and spirited, with beaucoup oral play. Edwards makes a believable dick (pun intended), and the hot Breeze could light a few fires of her own. But how did she ever fit that microfilm... Oh well, never mind.