Wicked Games

There's no nay-saying the success of Brad Armstrong and Jessica Drake at Wicked Pictures, racking up two-decades careers under contract there. But with that luxury of steady employment comes the risk of delivering clunkers just to meet contractural obligations (like the old Hollywood factory system), and "Wicked Games" is clearly one of those stinkers.

Nearly devoid of any dialogue, it relies on Jess to voiceover her character's emphasis on fetish, working as a high-class prostitute. The fetishes depicted in a series of ho-hum vignettes are mundane, such as voyeurism (she humps Marcus London in front of her window so that the unseen voyeur client, who merely texts her, about as distanced as possible, evidently observes.

Tommy Gunn digs her wearing a maid's costume (yawn!) and she also has phone sex masturbating in a taxicab for her client (we get to see her rub one out and he doesn't).

Closest to real fetish action features director Brad as a sub in bondage, flogged and sexually serviced by Jess and busty Nikki Benz.

This content is not even close to satisfying any of the potential audiences, whether for storyline porn (Wicked's bread and butter), gonzo or fetish.