At the Silvadollaz strip club, a stripper named Justice performs a private lap dance for Mickey, a man who violates the no-touching policy ... by sprouting fangs and claws and trying to eat her! Justice panics and takes the only option open to her: she drives a silver fountain pen through Mickey’s eye, into his brain, killing him instantly. Oops…

Jeanette, the club’s owner, believes murdering customers is bad for business, so she orders the club’s bouncer to quietly dispose of the body. There the matter should end ... if Mickey hadn’t been a member of a bloodthirsty and vengeful pack of werewolves.

When Mickey’s corpse surfaces, Jack Ferris, the werewolves’ charming and vicious leader, swears bloody vengeance and sends his pack out to hunt down the killers. Little does he know, Justice is actually the fiancée of his second in command, Scott. To make matters worse, Justice bites Scott during sex and now may be infected with the curse of lycanthropy herself.

Add to the mix werewolf Barker, the masturbating man-child; Sinclair, the occultist with low self-esteem; a bevy of the most beautiful women this side of heaven and you have the perfect recipe for balls to the wall, skimpily clad, strippers on werewolves action-packed goodness.