Jessica’s Jet Set

Studio: Hustler
Director: Richard Hamilton
Cast: Jessica Jaymes, Hillary Scott, Samantha Ryan (Kurt Lockwood’s girlfriend of one year, so you know), Sandra Romain

A well-made, straight to the point wall-to-wall with just enough in the background to remind us that Larry Flynt is rich, the thoughtfully (but not self-consciously) art-directed Jessica’s Jet Set shows off the talents of stacked and capable badass Jessica Jaymes.

This movie doesn’t waste any goddamn time. Talon, whom brunette (not blonde) Hustler contract girl Jessica (not Jesse) Jaymes (not Jane) goes after is half hard three seconds into the movie. He fucks her through mesh stockings on a weight bench – just like I do, and jerks off onto one of those flashing boxing ring lights, which she licks clean. Her animated jet takes off from a backdrop of St. Louis and deposits her in an even cheesier Paris backdrop, where an accordionist plays and Tommy Gunn waits in a striped shirt and red bandanna and beret. Gunn jerks off onto a 14″ scale model of the Eiffel Tower and she licks it clean.

Off from the Alps, then, to some Euro disco, where Sandra Romain is zestily double-teamed by two slick party boys. By now I’m wondering what they are going to jerk off onto, because people kept missing Jaymes’ face. Surprise! They come on her face.

The jet takes off again and we are now in a well-lit bathroom with Jaymes and Samantha Ryan. They bond over a crystal dildo.

For a change of pace, the plane then flies over the Great Plains and lands near Hillary Scott, who bellows throatily through a major ass-fucking from Jean Val Jean (why wasn’t his scene in Paris?) and doesn’t once say “Stop, that hurts.” He jerks off into a tumbler and she drinks the contents.

This movie is packed with healthy-looking girls doing wonderful things. Bravo.