Right now, at this very moment, Ashlynn Brooke’s as pretty as any woman alive in the adult industry who’s taking their panties off for a living.

The camera certainly has a love affair with the New Sensations contract cutie’s face and figure, and you can sense the lens continually making passes and goo-goo eyes at her in Lee Roy Myer’s The Office…a XXX Parody where the business of business is apparently monkey business.

I assume by “parody,” though, this was meant to be something of a comedy. Or, the worst case scenario, mistaken identity with another show. In any event, the supposed to be obviously funny parts, I didn’t quite get.

I know people who quote the Big Lebowski chapter and verse out of sheer reverence. Unfortunately, they’re not likely to be reciting anything from this work which dares to state such lines with candor and a straight face as “she asked if I was a Muslim because I’m the Shiite” or “come play with my hard drive”.

Droll, no doubt on a limited scale, but the malaise of Terry Gilliam’s Brazil is perhaps the better suited climate of parody for Myers’ “Office” to be habitating in.

But, in porn where laughs are at a premium these days because of business, a sexy cast portraying the ins and outs of an inglorious attempt at it can be cut some enormous slack. And in this filing cabinet of curiosities you’ve got, besides Ms. Brooke, the dazzling likes of Female Performer of the Year Jenna Haze, Alexis Texas, Gianna Michaels, Faye Reagan, Stephanie Swift, Dahlia Denyle and Codi Carmichael all who are decked out tantalizingly in blouses, skirts, heels and little black dresses.

[With one exception, the delectably dimpled Michaels and her preternaturally huge ass are poured into a bikini.]

Also there’s a generous assortment of solid T&A shots for decoration when comes time for those copulative moments, which are many, but in running time, seemingly perpetual. Which practically makes you forget when the last joke occurred.

Anyway, uuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmh. At least someone had a good eye for pulchritude when casting this eccentric feature.

As the flirtatious office manager Michelle, Brooke, who’s no graduate of the Wharton School that’s for sure, runs this sexually liberated commune on the principle of the three F’s- fun, funny and interoffice fucking.

I suppose it was also her idea to organize the office badminton team to boost morale by means of a shuttlecock. When “paperwork handler” Dane Cross endorses this concept as feebly as he does, you just want to poke yourself in the eye with a racquet from the excitement. Although Cross does say at one point that he’d die for Brooke by any means necessary including a Samurai sword. If that remark is actually made in the TV show, someone deserves to die for making it.

“Sure, the work doesn’t get done as quick as you like, but everyone’s happy!” The unfazed Brooke also proclaims. Yeah, happier than a sack of dead polo ponies, I bet.

In direct contradiction to Brooke’s last statement, the rest of the office, when they’re not busy fornicating, mope around like lobotomy patients waiting for a delivery of a fresh tray of brains. Cross’ zombiesque pounding of a stapler as James Deen tries to nail down a sale, makes that point abundantly clear.

And neither does receptionist Jenna Haze appear to be in a receptive mood until her boyfriend Deen puts his hand up her ass in a marathon scorcher [complete with a reverse cowgirl spin around] all of which balances beautifully between the moods of young romance and canines rutting. Give her loads of credit, too. Some of the positions Haze assumes are certified hamstring killers.

Then, again, maybe it’s the fact that it’s a Monday morning. A film crew [which we never actually see] is on the premises documenting everyone’s moves [without apparent compensation].

To their lack of participational joie de vivre, Brooke counsels her underlings to act natural. And natural in this sense must be interpreted as being on the collective rag.

But what motivation there’s a true lack of, Brooke more than amply makes up for. She’s got the perk of a one woman pep rally on amphetamines and later attempts to boost morale even further by having a stripper [Michaels] do her thing with a demonstration of lesbo affection supplied by Faye Reagan.

Then, again, the office is smack in a middle of a sex harassment investigation, so this exercise is somewhat like curing lung cancer with a carton of cigarettes. Except Brooke truly believes in her heart of hearts the office needs more provocation. [If only to jump start the heart one assumes.]

A couple of office romances brew hither and thither, and there’s that sex harassment case which doesn’t make a whole load of sense because it involves mutually consenting parties. The no-nonsense Regional Boss chick Stephanie Swift investigates, but Swift’s compromised with a strap-on when Brooke begins taking her on top of a desk the way Lindsay Lohan probably remembers counting the different personalities of Samantha Ronson – with four fingers.

Later Mark Wood investigates the same case, and he’s similarly compromised when Brooke and the robust rumped Alexis Texas take him on top of a desk. Earlier on, Deen, you’ll remember, took the yummy Jenna Haze- you guessed it- on top of a desk as does the unquenchable Reagan when she gets within sniffing distance of Michaels and a strap-on.

Dahlia Denyle in the feature’s other threeway with Ralph Long and Rocco Reed lands on top of some office furniture resembling a desk as well. For a change of needed pace, I think Cross’ scene with the voluptuous and very cute Codi Carmichael winds up on a couch, but you get the picture.

You figure with all the extracurricular shenanigans, Brooke would have simply put up a neon Motel 6 sign and done some real business.