After a quick tour of San Francisco, Russ takes us on a nonstop tour of breasts in motion; prominent strippers strut their stuff as they discuss their careers, bra sizes, and preferences in men. Well, what can I say? If Russ Meyer was making movies today they'd lock him up and throw away the key, but, fair play to the old lech, he wanted to run round with his camera after loads of birds with huge knockers, and that's exactly what he did. Er, that's it really. Eat your heart out Pammie.