Sexual Predator (2001)

The justice system is full of cruel ironies, such as the cosmic joke played upon the professional photographer hero of Sexual Predator (2001). A self-styled hedonist and an erotic explorer, the shutterbug had hooked up with a girl whose appetite for orgasm matched his own. A take-charge bedmate, the hot-crotch beauty ordered her shutterbug stud to squeeze her neck at the moment of climax, intending to heighten her crescendo of bliss. Alas, something went amiss, and the adventurous miss went limp and dead, a lifeless sack of skin. The snapshot libertine gets off with probation, which might seem like a bargain, except that his probation officer is the former best girlfriend of the inadvertently strangled chick. To add urgency to adversity, a killer is on the loose, slaying babes in a manner remarkably similar to the throttling administered by the photographer’s hands. The probation officer is ready to round up a lynching party. The flawed hero’s only hope is to seduce her before she frames him.