Review

M. Vic Mann is one lucky motherfucker. He also happens to be, how can I put this nicely... uh, kinda skeevy. A big, bilingual, burly bear of a man, he's a casting director who has no qualms whatsoever about approaching any Latino guy on the street he happens to find attractive. (He also has a pretty uncanny way of knowing if a guy is Dominican; apparently it's all in the eyebrows.) Trade Show is an all-oral flick that's part model audition, part "sex at work" show, and for the most part is certainly successful.

Each scene, save for the last, features Mr. Mann picking up some hot trade, asking if they like to smoke, watch porn, and wanna make extra cash. He plays with their cock, tells them how hot they are, and asks if he can blow them. All say yes, of course, and he does. For an older guy he has quite a good technique - both in the cruising and sucking departments. (In real life he might end up with a fist in his face for being so brazen.)

Dread-locked Gino smokes a joint and watches a porn flick as he gets sucked; fiercely-eyebrowed Jay shows off his big bush and big cock; Furvio talks a good game and gives a good load; and Alex (a real cutie) responds to in the affirmative to Mann's Spanish-spoken ploy of "come over and stay if your cousin ever wants you out of his apartment" routine.

The last scene features cutie-papi no-last-name Mike (I'm starting to fall for him) and massively-tattooed Jessy at the studio's editing room. Mike asks to see Jessy's ink, and then asks to see more. He gets it, and it ends with Jessy delivering a nice load and Mike blasting the flick's biggest (thick ropy streams of cock-lobster) all over Jessy's inked-to-the-gills taut tummy.

There's little else to say about this one: It's definitely trade all the way, and the dialogue is good enough that you believe it. In some cases, it kinda borders on creepy-but-hot. But it's all good, and so is most of Trade Show.