Plump, lesbian-ish, 30-year-old Christina von Niehbuhr--who makes ends meet as a semi-professional fundraiser--invites her three wealthy and beautiful school chums to lunch in Manhattan. . . and promptly announces her blackmail plan: either she gets one million from each of them or she'll expose (with photographs) their joint secret (a teenage orgy with a hotel bellhop that involved lesbianism and ended in the bellhop's covered-up death). Heiress Jessica and book-editor Ellen are each about to marry, so they're afraid of the scandal--as is filmstar Louisa, who's desperate for a good movie to rescue her sagging career. But someone decides it might be easier to kill Christina than pay (could it be Jessica's Mafioso fiancâ€š?). And when that doesn't work, a sneakier scheme is put into action: virginal Christina is romanced and thus transformed by a suave Latin American playboy, and soon it's she who can't bear to have her wedding plans ruined by a scandal. A tiny, creaky scenario, dipped in trendy backgrounds (lots of restaurants) and oodles of graphic sex--without a single sympathetic character or even the modicum of class shown in Darlington's Gloria Vanderbilt roman â€¦ clef, Those Van Der Meer Women (1978). Tacky.