Title: The Closer Studio: Wicked Pictures Director: Brad Armstrong Cast: Alexis Amore , Austin Kincaid, Brad Armstrong, Cherokee, Chris Evans, Eric Masterson, Lezley Zen, Michael Anthony, Randy Spears, Stormy Genres:: Feature, Porn-star Condoms: Yes Reviewer: SexHerald Staff

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Ever see that oh-so-80s comedy Used Cars with Kurt Russell? Well, imagine that movie with fake tits and cumshots and you’ve got a general idea about what to expect from The Closer. Mike Horner is the owner of a struggling used car lot operated by Brad Armstrong, Randy Spears and Chris Evans. Horner’s looking to light a fire under his lazy salesman, so in steps Stormy, a bitchy, driven, expert saleswoman. Before long, it’s apparent her secret sales technique is sex.

For the most part, the acting here is top notch. Armstrong is note-perfect as the sleazy Russian salesman. Plus, he perfectly looks the part with tacky facial hair, obnoxious outfits, and gaudy jewelry. The production values are simple but effective. As an added plus, many of the jokes are legitimately funny. Brad Armstrong in particular is hilarious.

Stormy is sexy as always. She spends much of the film dressed in short little business dresses that show off her perfect body. She takes her first customer for a test drive in a nice convertible, which quickly turns into her performing felatio while he relaxes in the drivers seat. Pretty soon she’s laid out in the back of the car, spread wide, getting her neatly trimmed pussy eaten by a very happy Eric Masterson. She’s got a beautiful little pussy and it’s a pleasure to watch it in action. Stormy ends up a with a hot load on her face and her first sell.

In-between sex scenes, we’re treated to car-selling montages and back-room bickering. It all helps to build the characters, which is done very effectively despite the relatively short screen time the actors are given to really act.

By the time Lesley Zen comes knocking in need of a “sleek, sexy” ride, we all know where this is heading. People want cars, they fuck, they buy cars.

Lesley’s scene is particularly hot. She drops to her knees on the showroom floor and proceeds to worship Michael Anthony’s cock. All the scenes follow the same formula: oral, missionary, doggy style, cumshot. It’s not particularly original. The one nice break is a hot little lesbian scene. Stormy’s patented sexy, sultry, slutty sales technique isn’t just for the men. She finds a nicely dressed Austin Kincaid browsing the lot and takes her to the back office for some girl-on-girl fun. It’s an adequate scene; plenty of oral and finger play.

Stormy and Brad Armstrong (who directs as well as acts in this one) are the real stars here, which is why it’s so frustrating that we never get to see them perform together. They develop a great “I’m better then you…no you’re not” rapport through the two-hour movie. It really appears that everything’s building up to the two getting together, so it’s disappointing when that doesn’t happen.

That’s really the film’s only shortcoming. Overall, this is a successful little sex tale with a nice dose of story that you’ll enjoy as long as you’re not looking for something too crazy or wild.