Before the credits even roll, Bret Wolfe has found a way to hack into the police database to find Gabriel Knight's rap sheet when French-speaking Sharon Kane arrives with an entourage. The angst-ridden Bret, who tries in vain to explain that Wet Palms accepts men only, turns her away. Brad Benton comes to talk to Bret, hoping that he knows where boyfriend Jason Ridge is, and happens to speak French. "Explain to her, no oysters welcome here!" Bret tells Brad, who then finds out a cute secret of Sharon's that only "Wet Palms" could come up with.
Back in the plot, Michael Soldier yells for Brad to come into his office, assuming he developed the photos that show Jason and Ethan Marc, but the mystery brother calls and Brad is off the hook, until 6:00 that night. Rod Barry says he didn't notice anything strange about the photos, other than that they were typical celeb tabloid fodder.
Meanwhile, a despondent Jason, who has now seen the pictures, is drinking himself into a stupor at The Abbey when Michael summons him to the office ... at 6:00! Ethan then calls him to tell him the pictures better not go public, with a specific threat with quite an interesting plot twist.
At Wet Palms, Jason Sechrest, ever the Nosy Nellie, confronts Bret about Gabriel. Bret assures him Gabriel is leaving. "He has a record a mile long," Bret notes. "Yes, well so do you. Really, who doesn't around here," Jason wryly notes. But, Bret has other problems. Cody Cash, his assistant, has been fucking around with customers, and he sends him off to clean a room that definitely needs it.
Cody finds in this room a stash of dildos that have the same glow as the briefcase at the end of "Pulp Fiction." In seconds, one of them is jammed up his ass, his blond head thrown back in delight. Ashton Sorenson enters and offers to help Cody personally. They 69 with Cody taking a wowing amount of big Ashton down his throat. It's a slurpy heavenly blowjob that is perhaps the best in the season. The camera stays with him and it isn't disappointed as he pulls off the astonishing sucking. Ashton blows Cody's long cock, doing so with a slower, more sensual style, and then it's back to the 69 so Cody can go at it full force again. Cody face-fucks Ashton so hard the bed rocks, but demure Ashton takes it quite well. Ashton has a great big shot on Cody's face, which he licks off eagerly. Cody is then left alone to come to a frenzied finish, but a bellow from Bret stops him from doing so.
As Brad is worried that Michael is going to fire him, there is drama at Wet Palms. Bret shows Cody Gabriel's rap sheet and throws Gabriel out in a nasty confrontation. However, the suddenly astute Gabriel has a car waiting for him and chauffeur Chi Chi LaRue is ordered to take him to the Bubble Building. Bret finally reaches the still unseen Randall Jett on his trip and finds out some news that has him majorly regretting he tossed Gabriel out.
Brad is defending himself to Michael about not developing the pictures, still clueless as to what they are. Brad tries to quit, but Michael won't let him, announcing the pictures would ruin Jason's career. One suggestion of how Brad can stop him from publishing the pictures involves a dimly lit exercise room Michael has next to his office. There, he makes Brad beg for sex as a very drunken Jason staggers up the elevator and through the darkened office to Michael's desk. There is a bench press in the office and Michael strips down to a leather harness as he forces Brad to lift the incredible weight he's placed on it. Brad is able to handle it and then, panting, is made to beg for Michael's cock. Though he's forced into it, and he never breaks character, he's still Brad Benton and he still gives one of porn's best blowjobs. He gives Michael a really mouthwatering intense oral session and in the middle of the scene his character suddenly gets into the hot action. He rather happily allows Michael to spit into his mouth and bite at his nipples. Michael then tosses Brad's legs in the air and slaps at his perfect asscheeks before thrusting his tongue between them in a superior rimjob that has Brad growling in delight, with further proof of the good time being had by his raging hardon. Michael fucks Brad in an all-out session, the first time we've had a plot-drenched sex session that is allowed close to real-time treatment in the entire season (the other full-out sex scenes were important, but definitely more marginal plot-wise, and thus given a less throbbing treatment, something I can't imagine was done unconsciously). Brad is the perfect bottom and Michael handles the task of nasty mean top with total élan. He slams Brad clear up the weight bench, the two of them in perfect sexual synch for the sexual explosion that is the hallmark of this scene. "Think of Peter (Jason Ridge) all you want, but always know I had you!" Michael roars as he thrashes about in Brad's ass. Brad cums with Michael still going at full-tilt and Michael finishes just as Jason lurches toward the light coming from the anteroom next to Michael's office.
And the season ends with all of this shock. The third episode of "Wet Palms" certainly is a doozie. It nets phenomenal acting performances from Jason, Brad, Michael and Bret in particular, as well as long-awaited sex scenes for Cody and Brad. The magnificent pacing of the plot and extreme use of sex (the final scene is a classic no matter what genre this is) and leaves ole Brent Blue really wanting more.
DVD features (Disc 3): A written summary of the episode; a disc index; a review of the previous episodes as well as a sneak peak at the second season; an Internet tour; gallery; trailers ("The Hole," "American Porn Star," " The Fuk Club," "Dick Day Afternoon," "Carnal Haze" and "Desert Pick-Up 2"); chapter selection that leads right to the sex scenes; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
Well, it's over ... for now. The lavishly detailed "Wet Palms" first season sets the bar very high for not only future seasons, but also for anyone seriously interested in doing this type of plot porn (this takes nothing away from other types of porn, perhaps inventing a new kind completely). I'm not suggesting that everyone run out and do what amounts to a television series with sex, but there isn't a hair out of place in "Wet Palms," so to speak. Everything is constructed perfectly, scenes and plots are intercut inventively to keep the tension high and nothing is extraneous: not a line of dialogue, not a moment of sex. Each sex scene is completely different, springing from the mood of the moment and the needs of the scene. It is a box set worthy of space on your shelf with the others you treasure, be they "Xena: Princess Warrior: Season 1," "I, Claudius," or all of the "Fallen Angel" and "SexPack" discs you've collected.