I've heard about this film spoken in whispers in dark alleyways and nasty adult video parlors in San Francisco, and I was pleased beyond belief when I finally got to see it. Though there's a catch, you see. Then they realize that the guy that they were after had a tell tale scar on his ear, and they could have just caught him from the start, had they just paid attention to that. They're a bloated and misshapen varicose mess at this point in CHESTY's career, which ends up being about as erotic as catching your Grandma naked in the shower. Holy shit, that's a pretty intense setup!
Needless to say she sets about her work, quickly.
You'd think it'd be easy for her to simply steal them and run back to HQ, but then you wouldn't be treated to scenes like the pictures above show. The plot is so preposterous, that you have to wonder if the director, Doris Wishman, was eating peyote for breakfast every morning before she showed up to work. But when Wishman hooked up with a Polish stripper named Chesty Morgan, she found her true calling. Movies just don't get any better than that! Wishman had already made a modest living directing "nudist" films in The Sixties. They're a bloated and misshapen varicose mess at this point in CHESTY's career, which ends up being about as erotic as catching your Grandma naked in the shower.