America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 114 An Artistic Party

On Friday, just as the sun was high in the sky, a bus drove from the Sacred Valley to the Malibu beach and stopped in front of a detached villa.

Jenna Jameson stood up from her front row seat and shouted, "Girls, all the big shots in Hollywood are here today. If you can impress them... I don't need to tell you what to do."

She deliberately left out what she was going to say, letting these young bitches interpret it themselves. Even if things went off-topic later, it would be because they misunderstood: "Also, after you leave here, watch your mouth."

A total of 31 female artists got off the bus and arrived at the villa entrance.

Bruce stood on the porch, looked them over one by one, and shook his head slightly. None of them could compare to Jin's backside.

As the female artists approached, Bruce blocked the doorway: "Leave all your electronic devices, including your cell phones. I will keep them safe for you."

This was discussed beforehand. Everyone took out their phones, put them in labeled plastic bags, and wrote their names on them.

Bruce said to Jenna, "The stylists and costume designers are here. Take them over."

Jenna led everyone into the villa's temporary dressing room to begin applying makeup, changing into special costumes, and then went outside to familiarize themselves with the venue in preparation for the rehearsed play.

One after another, cars arrived. Mene got out of a van and directed the party company people to unload alcohol, drinks, and food, while another group went to set up the venue.

Menez went to the porch, opened a can of ice-cold Coke, gulped down most of it in one go, wiped his mouth and said, "Spending money on these fancy parties is like throwing money away; it's like spending paper. If it were me, I would have declared bankruptcy long ago."

He was involved from the beginning: "Old Bu, with all those beautiful women, fifty thousand dollars isn't enough, is it?"

Bruce said solemnly, "You don't understand. This is called investment. You only get returns when you invest."

Menez said, "No wonder I've been in this business for years and I'm still just a nobody actor."

As darkness fell, Martin's guests began to arrive. Benjamin was the first to come over and gave Martin a hug as soon as he entered.

"I told people in Atlanta that Martin Davis never forgets his old friends." Benjamin pulled a fang pendant from around his neck, a gift from Martin: "Let's see who dares to laugh at me now."

Martin said with a smile, "I'll introduce you to some friends later, they're all from the film industry."

Robert Patrick arrived quickly.

Michel Gondry and Alexander Aja arrived in the same car.

Finally, Jaume Collet-Serra and Wes Craven arrived.

Martin introduced several people, and the conversation revolved primarily around Wes Craven and horror movies.

The group drank as they waited for nightfall.

When it was completely dark, Martin went to the door, clapped his hands, and said loudly, "Gentlemen, ghosts are out tonight. They're experts at devouring people, brothers. My sincere advice is to protect your brothers!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Everyone who comes to have fun is very outgoing," Martin added. "We have a competition: whoever takes their pants off first gets to treat everyone to a Michelin-starred French dinner tomorrow."

Craven laughed and said, "Great idea! Let's see who can resist first!"

Benjamin shouted, "Old Brooks, find me a chain lock. Once I've locked my pants, hide the key."

Even Jummi, who is introverted, put his arm around Benjamin's neck and laughed.

Craven walked toward the door: "I'll definitely be the last one standing."

Martin opened the door. The villa's large courtyard with the swimming pool was pitch black, with only a crescent moon hanging in the sky, devoid of any light.

Alexander went out first: "In my film 'Bloody Moon,' two girls go out at night, and a terrible situation suddenly erupts without warning..."

Everyone, including Martin, came out and vaguely saw five people standing in the nearby open space, blocking their way.

Suddenly, the music blared, and the blurry figures all shook.

Their joints were stiff, and when they moved, they were like zombies, or like humanoid machines dancing.

The dim lights then came on, and five tall women dressed in gray and white nurse uniforms stood with their backs to Martin and the others.

As the music played, their bodies convulsed and twisted violently, as if every joint had its own independent consciousness, wanting to break free from their sexy bodies and unleash violence by wielding sharp knives that were incompatible with their identities.

The distorted figures, decaying bandages, and indistinct babbling made the artists' breathing heavy.

Just then, the five nurses turned around in unison, raised their ram's horn-shaped knives, and walked towards them with strange, stiff steps.

The dim light shone on their tumor-covered faces, creating a stark contrast between their ugliness and wickedness and their sexy, alluring bodies.

Michel, a romantic Frenchman, suddenly said, "Why, why would I think they're being foolish? Am I crazy?"

Alexander said, "I have one too."

The female nurse stopped five meters away and began mechanically slashing and stabbing with the ram's horn-shaped knife, looking so evil and cruel.

Benjamin couldn't help but grab his crotch, his hand gripping his belt tightly.

It's not that I don't want to be the first to go, it's just that treating people is too expensive.

Martin was a passionate and energetic person, and the air he exhaled was noticeably warmer.

A bunch of perverts!

Craven watched the terrifying nurse with interest and said, "This performance tonight was worth it! A perfect blend of lust and the threat of death, Martin, you're a real talent!"

"Guys, it's my treat at the Lemonade Restaurant tomorrow," Patrick, an emotionally expressive actor, unbuckled his belt and charged forward: "I don't want to lose, but I can't control myself."

He glanced at the sexy yet terrifying nurses: "Martin, you bastard, you make me feel like a pervert."

Martin beckoned everyone past the nurses to the poolside and said, "Guys, lunch's ready for tomorrow, but nobody's buying drinks for tonight."

A sharp crack startled Zomi, who was closest to the camera.

He quickly stepped back.

A pale hand gripped the edge of the pool, pulling the person slowly up from the water.

The man had his head down, his wet black hair falling in front of him, obscuring his face. His thin white clothes were soaked through, almost transparent, revealing glimpses of what lay beneath.

Sadako came ashore and, just like in the movie, crawled towards the crowd step by step.

With a bang, the door to a nearby changing room opened, and a blue-eyed, fanged female vampire wrapped in leather and chains jumped out. She was frantically tearing at a female werewolf, and in the fierce battle, her clothes were torn and flying everywhere.

With the werewolf and vampire appearing early, Martin had no choice but to go with the flow, and the results were quite good anyway.

Michelle's romantic nature kicked in, and she stepped forward to stand in front of Sadako. Glancing at the wet hair obscuring her face, she said, "Sadako, it's time to show off your eloquence!"

He then shouted at the vampire and werewolf, "Stop with the pretense, give me something exciting, the real deal..."

The werewolf and the vampire completely disarmed each other and began a real battle.

"I want to be a witcher!" Alexander Aja roared, charging into the midst of werewolves and vampires, wielding his demon-slaying spear to battle the dark and evil creatures.

The battle instantly intensified.

Footsteps came from the left side of the pool, and a group of ragged zombies staggered over.

Their bodies were ashen, their faces were bluish, and their mouths were stained with dark red blood and bits of flesh.

Benjamin darted out, shouting, "The zombie is mine! Don't even think about taking it from me!"

Saint-Gobain's version of Night of the Living Dead has officially begun.

Across the pool, spotlights illuminated a small, makeshift stage where several Latina snake women walked onto.

They were wrapped in pythons, the snakes covering their sensitive areas. Upon closer inspection, Zomi discovered that the pythons all grew from those areas.

As if possessed by Salma Hayek, the snake women began to dance the dance from "From Dusk Till Dawn".

This pleased Jummi, who, too lazy to navigate around the long, narrow pool, jumped in, waded through waist-deep water, and rushed onto the stage.

Dancing with snakes.

Craven looked at Martin and said, "How come I didn't know you sooner? This party is so creative!" He looked down at himself. "Ordinary stimuli wouldn't work on me normally, but now I'm having a strong reaction. Martin, you have to throw more parties like this, and invite me to every single one!"

Martin replied without hesitation, "No problem."

If he keeps throwing parties like this, he'll go bankrupt: "Wes, I've prepared a special gift for you today. Come with me, your child is waiting for you."

The two walked across a grassy area and entered the villa's hall, which was brightly lit and housed several female artists.

At the front of the hall, Freddy was locked in a fierce battle with Jason.

Freddy's kettle-shaped hand plunged into Jason's body.

Jason's same machete also pierced Freddy's vitals.

Two of Hollywood's biggest cinematic mavericks have unleashed a deafening battle cry.

At that moment, several succubi rushed in from behind, grabbing the long, thin tails behind them and the tips of the kettle-like tails, and attacked Jason and Freddy from behind.

Freddy and Jason, suddenly attacked, reached out to Craven, their voices trembling with despair: "Daddy, save me! Daddy, save me!"

In this situation, which man could resist?

I must become a hero!

The night wind blew in through the window, ruffling Craven's gray hair. The old artist could no longer contain himself and roared as he strode forward, "You little bitches who crawled out of hell, let go of my child! Where's my gun! I'm going to shoot you all to pieces!"

The godfather of horror films remains as vigorous as ever, mercilessly slaughtering a succubus from hell, and then comforting his own children in the most appropriate way.

But strangely, Freddy and Jason's screams were even louder.

Martin moved to another room.

Several blonde succubi were waiting for him.

Kaden Close grabbed the tail and bit it into his mouth.

This was an art-filled party, with participants from two of America's greatest art centers.

(End of this chapter)