If the tube's a-rockin', don't come a-kckin'... Odilia is a nice planet. The sky is purple, the grass is yellow, the property prices aren't that bad. But reproduction is painful, solitary, and asexual. Which is why the Odilians find the recently discovered X-rated disks from Earth so fascinating. And why the money-making scheme they're hatching is so brilliant. The plan is simple: abduct four Earthlings and juice them up on a heady pheromone cocktail. Then plop them in a variety of titillating holographic scenarios and market the results as reality entertainment-for vast profits. The four chosen humans are strangers to each other, but t to life's disappointments. Leandros, a lounge singer who's never committed to anything longer than an Elvis medley. Eve, an interior designer who's living a life much more beige than bold. Beau, a laid-back car mechanic who wants more from life than oil changes. And Cassandra, an incent debutante who's learned most of her sexual kw-how from self-help books. As unwilling-okay, sort of willing-stars of the Odilians' budding intergalactic porn empire, the four of them consider their options. Relax and enjoy the ride? Try to escape? How about fall in love? Warning: This book contains voyeuristic aliens, hologram cowboy orgies, big dildoes, disco, and gratuitous use of the word baby.