In the soft-core “erotic” indie horror flick Vamps: Deadly Dreamgirls (1995), a strip club is owned and operated by female vampires, who put the bite on their customer’s wallets and necks. Depending on how you like to get your freak on, you may be disappointed to learn the action doesn’t go further south.
Enter a jilted cheerleader type who wants to get back at her boyfriend by taking her clothes off for cash and/or food stamps. The club’s owner takes a licking, uh, liking to this innocent gal and wants to turn her into a denizen of the night. Who could have foreseen that a priest – who just happens to be an old high school friend – would end up in the club?
He re-friends the girl and invites the gal to stay at his house while she “finds herself.” Another staggering coincidence is that he’s a vampire horror movie buff who collects stakes and crosses. Those are lottery odds.
Funny dialogue includes a military guy who hops in the sack with two naked vampires and shouts, “Alright – who gets to blow revelry?” More budget-restrained bloodsucking and gore, and you can see the end coming a lap dance away. The only real complaint is that the main chick never opens her grocery bags. Not cool – even for a stripper vampire.