Bored with her 9 to 5 job, where her main task was to pleasure her boss
for a meagre wage, pretty Toni (Rene Bond) picks up a suggestion by her
roommate Jackie (Terri Johnson) and becomes a cocktail hostess, knowing
very well that the real money in this job is neither salary nor tips but
the amount well-off clients are willing and able to spend to spend some
hours with her after hours. Sometimes, things may get a little rough at
the bar, like when one of Toni's colleagues, Millie, gets raped by a
customer outside on the parking lot, but Toni soon finds herself enjoying
her work immensely, and she also gets more than friendly with the
bartender, Larry (Forman Shane). He actually wants to go steady with her,
but she prefers to be a free spirit - that's what she calls it anyways. Soon
enough, Toni and all her fellow cocktail hostesses find themselves at the
party of one of their rich customers, Tom Southern (Douglas Frey), where
they basically are made female mates to Tom and friends in an orgy ... not
that they mind too much, all but Millie and Lorraine (Kathy Hilton), who
discover the joys of lesbianism. Toni eventually retreats to somewhere
private with Tom - where he insists on her spanking him. She agrees to
this whim of his, mainly because the money is right, but then he assrapes
her - which almost goes too far. A few days later, Toni's boss from her
old job shows up at the bar, and tells her how he has missed her - and she
immediately takes him home with her. But when he after sex insists of
seeing her again, she insists on charging him exactly what she was earning
when working for him. Ok, so if you expect this to be an Ed
Wood-style bizarro sex movie with inane dialogue, angora sweaters and
Criswell behind every other corner, you will be disappointed (and have a
wrong perception of Ed Wood as a screenwriter, too). Instead, we are
treated to a pretty standard sex flick that, in typical 1970's style,
stays just this side of hardcore (and while some of the sex is obviously
simulated, I'm entirely unsure about other scenes), and that's carried by
a silly story that has little function other than to get the girls naked
time and again ... and again. And in my book, that's a good thing, films
like this are fun in a sleazy and nostalgic sort of way. Sure, you won't
remember having seen Cocktail Hostesses anymore in a couple of days
the latest, but at least you won't be bored while watching it: There are
plenty of naked and quite cute girls around, usually performing or
simulating sex acts, there are the silly dialogue and the stupid
plottwists inherent to the genre, and there's some wonderfully garish
1970's fashion. So what's there to lose, right?
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