Too Hot to Handle - First Season

If you were in paradise...

...with these people...

...and had to resist sex...

could you?

Hell, no.

Nobody can keep it in their pants these days.

To the strip club!

'Cause hooking up is as easy as swiping right.

Oh, that one's fire.

So, obviously we found the hottest, horniest, commitment-phobic swipesters...

Everyone's, like, so horny!

...and given them what they think is the most exotic

and erotic summer of their lives...

- I think we just have a big orgy. - What?

...only to reveal that one thing is off the menu.

Sex.

What is this, some type of joke?

- To make it worse, they can't even kiss. - No!

I'm starting to look at the fish differently!

At stake is a prize of $100,000...

- Oh! - Oh my God!

...which will plummet if they get naughty.

I don't wanna cost more than three grand.

The question is, in a world without sex,

will they form deeper and more meaningful connections?

- Did you guys have sex? - We didn't.

Give me a hug.

- I got more respect for myself. - Or will temptation be...

too...

What, is it sincere now?

...hot...

Do you want to have sex?

- ...to... - At this rate,

- we ain't gonna have fuck-all in the pot. - ...handle?

My friends are gonna love this twist.

In less than 12 hours,

our sexed-up singles will be hit with a no-sex sucker punch.

I'm talking full-on bang ban.

Thankfully, I don't have to break the news,

as this luxury no-bone zone

comes fully equipped with its own virtual guide.

Hi, I'm Lana.

My purpose is to put the guests on the path towards making deeper

and more meaningful connections.

For the first 12 hours,

Lana will be watching our horny guests in the wild,

and she will be secretly gathering personal data

before she lays down the sex ban.

Let's meet oblivious single number one.

Ooh, girl, please. Are you kidding me?

I would.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Woo-hoo!

Here's to being the only one here!

Hi, I'm Chloe. I'm 20 years old.

I'm quite ditzy, as well,

so you've just gotta be really patient with me,

'cause I'm not the brightest spark...

um...

in the book.

Dating apps are like a part-time job for me.

Because I just get so addicted to it, like...

Oh, that was my phone.

It's on loud. I'm so sorry.

Snapchat snapped me...

with a picture of his boxers!

No! Go away.

Oh, my God, I don't wanna see who's coming.

But then they'll see my small pancake bum.

I'll just turn round.

Oh, my God. Please be...

a sexy boy.

Who are you expecting, Jeff from Finance?

Although, this next guy is exceptional at picking up numbers.

Hi!

Hi, how are you?

Oh, my God. He's got tattoos.

This is lit.

Do you drink?

Uh, anything. I'm Sharron, by the way.

- Lovely to meet you. - Likewise.

Two kisses.

- What was your name, sorry? - Sharron. Yourself?

- Chloe. - What are we toasting to?

- Cheers. Um... - Cheers to...

- To beautiful people? - To beautiful people.

- Your eyes are gorgeous, too. Oh, my God. - Thank you.

Here we go.

I'm a feminist, yes.

I study Woman and Gender Studies at college.

If you really pay attention, you get the blueprint to how to pick up women.

I definitely play the field. You can never have too many options.

That's why sports teams have players on the bench.

Definitely got a lot of people on the bench.

Anywhere I go, I can meet a woman.

In a grocery store, or I can meet a women in church.

I just actually signed up for Christian Mingle.

So, any Christians out there...

What I'm most proud of is my penis.

I have this picture,

and it's measured next to an air freshener can.

Ah.

Oh, you gotta do one spin. Just spin.

- Spin one time. - Ohh.

I mean...

- Oh, sh... - Oh my God, there's someone else coming.

Something tells me that Sharron doesn't get this excited on Christian Mingle.

- Oh, my God, she's gorgeous! - Come down there?

Come down here, babe. Get a drink.

- Hi. - Hey, how are you?

- You look good. - Thank you.

- Hi, I'm Haley. - Chloe.

- Chloe? - Sharron.

Sharron? Got it.

- What's your type? - I love the tattoos.

- Yeah. - Yeah, tattoos.

You have any?

I have this one on my back. It's not the best.

Can y'all see it?

Mind if I...?

- What language is that? - I don't know.

You don't know?

Are you serious?

Woo!

I'm in a sorority at my college.

You have to be fun. You have to be outgoing, um...

You kind of need to have good grades, too.

I go to a lot of frat parties. Literally everyone's hammered.

A girl's broken her neck before, falling off the roof, but...

other than that, it's fun.

I do mostly go for guys,

but if a girl looks just like me, I'm so into that.

Blond hair, big boobs, skinny, like, all that, like, I love that in a girl.

- I think you're bigger than me. - No.

Yours are like...

- I mean... - They look more like...

- More... yeah? No. - More jiggly!

- Take them out and compare them. - I feel like...

I think I'm ready for some more men.

- Oh, my God. - Just what I ordered,

a man from each hemisphere.

- There's boys coming in. - Oh, there's two.

- Hi! - What's happening?

- How are we? Naughty little quesadillas? - Looking fit.

- What's happening? I'm Harry. - Haley. Nice to meet you.

- Oh, accents! Oh, my God! - I'm Chloe. Nice to meet you.

- Lovely to meet you. - Oh, my God, you're massive.

Your accents! Oh, I'm in heaven.

If you come at me with an accent, oh, my...

I literally turn into butter. Like, I just melt.

Especially, like, dirty talk. Oh!

Bring that here. Reel it in.

Ooh, I got red. My heart's racing.

Oh, my God. So, I've hit everyone famous.

I've DMed Kourtney Kardashian,

Kendall. I hit her with, "Hello, my little butter chicken."

But my success rate with celebrities is absolutely zero.

With any other girl, it's an instant response.

I think I'm quite cheeky, and I'm a bit of a cockatoo.

You just say one word, like, super loud at a bar, "Crikey."

And then, boom, girls come over.

Like, let's go get some brunch.

- Got another bottle? - A fresh bottle.

Have you guys got enough sun lotion on?

- No, I've got nothing on. - Not got any on?

I've actually got some with me, coincidentally.

Smooth move, David.

- Bring them shoulders here. - I don't know if I'm burning, though.

It's important, this, because you've got beautiful skin.

- You've got to keep it that way. - You gonna be my personal doctor?

I've gotta look after you.

- That was an excuse to touch my shoulders. - A little bit, yeah.

A little bit.

How do you describe the quintessential British gentleman?

I just try to be a nice guy.

Do something my mum would be proud of at the end of the day.

Yeah, David: brains and brawn. Hashtag "loves a sex party."

I don't really have lines. I don't really have, like, a strategy.

Basically, I just walk into a bar and take my shirt off. Sorted.

If you hear how many girls I've slept with,

you might make a judgment,

but if you think about it from a long-term perspective,

it's not as bad as you might think.

I don't want to share that number, exactly.

A gentleman doesn't say.

Cheers to sexy people.

Our sexy singletons are hot, horny, and completely clueless.

They think they're here for a hedonistic holiday,

but in less than 12 hours,

they will be pushed on the path toward relationship enlightenment.

Chill out, beardy. She ain't even your species.

Oh, shit!

What up, you naughty little possum?

Oh, my God!

- Yes. - I'm Harry.

- Hi, Harry. - How are you?

- Good. How are you? - Amazing. You nervous?

Not really. You?

- Hey. Nice to meet you. - Sharron. Nice to meet you.