via and my own collection
From the back:
HERE’S YOUR O.R.G.Y.!
(Or it will be, if Steve Victor can come up to the mark. Or the Mark can come up to the Victor !)
Steve is off on a wild, swing-a-ling search for some prime O.R.G.Y. material, to wit:
( 1) One natural (Has to be proved!) blonde (and busty) hippie.
(2) One sex-starved married woman. She’s got to be gorgeous, French, and a titled aristocrat.
(3 ) One well-developed Pygmy princess—with a Ph.D. in psychology from Oxford University, yet!
(4 ) One redheaded Danish virgin—not pastry, virgin.
(5) One shapely sabra, willing to lay down her rifle for an O.R.G.Y.
If Steve can round up this fetching cargo for Sheikh Ali Khat, he can pay off a real debt. The elimination bouts are frenzied, it’s no-holds-barred with the competition, and Steve’s only hope lies in his ability to maintain a stiff upper . . . lip!
Still Chasing Spies, The Man From O.R.G.Y. Goes Latin… And Winds Up In Sizzling Soup!
I’m A Sex Expert — Among Other Things. If You’re Squeamish, I’d Better Not Tell You What O.R.G.Y. Stand For…