Too Hot to Handle - Second Season

If the last year of lockdown has taught us anything,

it's that deeper connections are more important than ever, right?

Wrong.

It just means the world's players and the play-ettes are hornier than ever.

I'm telling you, harder!

- One, two. In, out. -

I just wanna have sex.

That's why we've got ten new super-hot super-spreaders,

who are putting casual hookups before real relationships.

I love men. I just cannot resist.

And they have no idea that a talking air freshener...

- - Hello. I'm Lana. Your virtual guide.

...is going to hit them with a brutal sex ban.

No kissing.

Wait. Wait, what?

No heavy petting.

I can't believe this is happening.

And no sex.

Sorry, what?

And when all rumpy pumpy is ruled out,

the 100 grand prize fund's in big trouble.

- How do you say "we're fucked" in French? -

- -

Let's go have sex.

This breach of the rules

- has resulted in a deduction of $21,000. -

- Oh my God! - $3,000, $7,000, $12,000 .

What? This is crazy. We're gonna end up broke.

The question is, will Lana's rules and lessons

lead to deeper, more meaningful relationships?

If this is what love feels like, I don't ever wanna lose it.

That really brought a lot of emotion that I didn't even know I had.

I feel like I haven't felt that...

Oh my God!

Or will temptation be...

- - Wow.

- ...too... -

Really bad penis.

- ...hot... - Okay.

Get me in the bedroom, and not for sleep.

- ...to... - Do you wanna shower with me?

I am so horny right now.

...handle?

Sorry, big guy. It's not my fault.

I didn't know what we were getting into, did I?

Okay, so we've got a new season and a new super glam retreat

in Turks and Caicos.

But I know what you're thinking.

How'd we manage to convince ten newbies to lock up their genitals

and give Lana the key?

Well, the producers ain't dumb.

Our guests think they're here to run wild on a totally made-up show

called Parties in Paradise.

We even got a hunky, fake host. Jeff.

For 12 hours, our hyped-up horndogs will have no idea that Lana's hidden away,

waiting to set them on a path to self-enlightenment.

- - Correct.

I will secretly gather data on their behavior

before I reveal myself and initiate the sex ban.

Okay, well, if we're only hours from impact, let's not waste our time.

Get those hotties in here stat.

And since it's Season 2, why not double down on that hotness?

Damn, girls!

- Oh my God! -

- I think they like it. -

- Oh my Lord. - Oh my God!

- Oh my God! Can you believe this? -

Oh my God!

We're in paradise!

No one owns me. I own me. 'Cause I'm a firecracker.

My name is Melinda. I'm from Brooklyn, New York, and I'm a model.

My forehead is shiny.

I need a guy to adore me. I need compliments.

I need a guy to tell me how pretty I look. Was that too shallow? I hope not.

I do have limits in the bedroom.

Do not pull my hair. Don't touch my wigs.

But I love a good ass smack. Oh! Smack it!

Whoo!

I always got options. Always.

I'm the predator. I am on the hunt.

- You have your nipple pierced. I do too. - Yes!

- My tongue too. - Let me see.

- I see. That's dope. - And all my ears. I did them.

- You did that? Yourself? - Yeah.

Okay, you're risky.

I love that.

I hate rules, and I do not follow them.

I'm a little bit of a maneater.

Just a little, little bit.

Usually what I look for in a guy is just like a one-night hangout.

Commitment kind of scares me. I've committed probably twice.

I was with my ex-boyfriend at a bar, and I left him

and was with a guy in front of him

that I used to see before him, in front of his face.

I'm crazy. I'm here to have fun.

I'm not here to be in a relationship or to find someone to fall in love with.

Hundred percent.

What kind of guys are you expecting to walk in?

- Hmm. I hope tall. - Ooh!

I could go for chocolate, vanilla, caramel.

Same. Same. Oh!

I'm like, "I want this. Ooh, I wanna taste that. I wanna..."

Ooh, yeah. I'm already getting excited just thinking about it.

I also like bald guys. Is that weird?

You lost me right there, girl. You lost me.

Sorry, girl, we are fresh out of baldies.

But here's one scoop of vanilla coming right up.

Ooh-whee!

I got a feeling this hunk is no stranger to being covered in cream.

- -

- Oh my gosh, hello. - Hello.

- Hello. - Yes, welcome. Hi.

- Do you mind if I sandwich in between you? - Yeah, come.

- Nathan. - Melinda.

- Melinda. - Carly.

- Carly. Guess where I'm from. - Ireland?

- England. Like from where? - Yes, but I live in Texas.

My ex is from England.

- He is? So you're into English guys, huh? - Yeah.

- Sometimes. - Let me just scoot a little closer.

- What do you do? - Have you ever seen Magic Mike?

- Yeah. - That's what I do.

- You're a stripper? - Yes.

- I think that's fucking hot. - That's hot.

- I'm drooling. - Can you do a striptease now?

- I'll sit for you. - Oh God, yes.

I can't give out all my moves in the first five minutes.

I don't think I'll be needing this.

There's two fantasies that girls have in America.

It's an English guy and a cowboy, so I thought, "Let's combine the two."

I did have my heart broken, so I feel like I deserve casual sex

wherever I want, whenever I want.

Being a British guy living in America, you don't really need to have any game.

All you need to say is, "Good morning," or, "Harry Potter." It's done.

Being a stripper, you're just a very sexual person.

Women just expect me to know exactly what I'm doing.

I leave them very satisfied.

Am I undeniably sexy?

Uh...

Yes.

- You both have me beat on the ass front. -

Let's do it. Come on.

- Let's bring it in. Come on. - Wow. Bring it in.

It looks like Magic Mike has found his two glamorous ass-istants.

- Dear God. - You gotta cup that.

- I'm getting it. - Get that muscle.

Get that muscle.

- Something's moving in his pants. -

You can see it already?

Cheers to a fantastic night between the three of us tonight.

- Cheers. - I'm touching. I'm touching .

Whoa! Hold your horses, cowboy,

'cause here comes another butt for you to inspect,

along with its smoking hot owner.

- Welcome. - Damn!

Hi.

- Hi. - How are you?

- They really thought this through. - Emily. Lovely to meet you.

Yeah, seriously, producers, what is the opposite of a sausage party?

Jesus. How nice is this?

- It's gorgeous! - Honestly.

- Are you into girls or guys? - I'm into everything.

- Everything. I lucked out here. - I'm hot already.

Yeah, like why the hell not? I'm greedy. What can I say?

God, it's so hot. Am I sweating?

Thank you. I'll just suck it out. I'm pretty good at that.

My name's Emily, and my passion in life is boys.

My friends would describe me as mysterious, quiet, laid-back.

No, I'm kidding.

I'm like a set of open legs. What you see is what you get.

I don't go out ever looking for guys.

It's like God just drops them.

I'd love to tell you that I'm ready for commitment, I want to settle down,

but I'd be lying.

Honestly, I should come with a warning sign.

Fan me, baby.

- So what do you do for work? - I'm a model.

- - Yeah.

Same!

- I mean, of course you are. - Nice eyes.

You have a fantastic...

- Ass. - Mm-mm. Not gonna say it.