White Trash

High interest on some $1,000,000 real estate has broker and his assistant delighted to come up for air to roll cut the carpet for a flyboy who is really a dope-dealing black-sheep looking for a roof over his heads. The plot thickens when the broker and his assistant show up at the Jones Street address to turn on the lights but get themselves turned on instead by pool man and two horny home-maids who stop at nothing to win the good housekeeping seal of approval. Shortly, the dealer and his wife, Patty, arrive to discover this new housing development and after rigorously probing into every nookie and cranny he decides that anywhere he bangs his Pat is home.