You say you’re in the mood for some horizontal lovin’ and the gorgeous and sexy Bee girls are standing by, ready to assist, even though your two minutes in heaven results in a happy but quick demise due to sexual exhaustion? Seems like a fair trade.
That’s the campy yet cautionary set-up of 1973’s sex-filled sci-fi, Invasion of the Bee Girls (aka, Graveyard Tramps), wherein a female mad scientist and her genetically altered doll drones seduce men to death. These Bee girls give honey, then take it back. Again, fair trade.
No one was complaining until John Grubowsky, a bacteriologist at government-funded Brandt Research, died pants-less (and happy). Special agent Neil Agar is sent to California to investigate. What he discovers is that more and more men are dying in the same manner (congestive heart failure due to extreme bump ‘n grind), and that scientists are a randy bunch in spite of their freshly laundered lab coats.
Agar discerns a death pattern. Outside of them all being naked and frozen in the moment of el flagrante delicto, that is. Helping him establish cause and causality is Dr. Julie Zorn, a young and free-spirited (i.e., bra-less) entomologist studying the mating habits of bees. Convenient for everyone involved.
After a married scientist is seduced to freshness expiration, the super hot mad scientist gal calls his widow and tricks her into coming to the lab. It’s there all the Bee girls strip her down, cover her in some sort of sticky goo (hold the jokes, please), put her into the radiation presto-change-o chamber and, with the help of bees of all things, turn her into one of them. Tell tale sign — completely black eyes and no clothes. Insects care not for fashion.
When they try doing this to Agent Agar’s new girlfriend (the aforementioned bee expert) he has to use his blow-dried hair and power meeting slacks to rescue her. Lucky for her he got there in time. Lucky for him she was without clothing.
In all, classic stuff full of lots and lots of naked, although it should concern you that any one of the Bee girls might very well be your mom back in her wild, entomology-filled youth.