America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 114: An Artistic Party
On Friday, just as the sun was overhead, a bus drove from the Sacred Valley to the Malibu beach and stopped in front of a standalone villa.

Jenna Jameson stood up from her front row seat and shouted, "Girls, all the people here today are big names in Hollywood. If you can impress them... you all know what I mean."

She deliberately didn't say the rest of the sentence, letting these young bitches understand themselves. Even if the words were off topic later, it was because they had misunderstood. "Also, after you leave here, watch your mouth."

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

Bruce stood on the porch, looked at them one by one, and shook his head slightly. No butt could compare to Kim's.

The female artists came over and Bruce blocked the door: "Leave all your electronic devices, including your cell phones, behind. I will keep them for you."

This was communicated in advance, and everyone took out their mobile phones, put them in a labeled plastic bag and wrote their name on it.

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

Jenna called everyone into the temporary dressing room in the villa, started to put on makeup, changed into special clothes, and then went outside to familiarize herself with the venue in order to cooperate with the rehearsed scene.

Cars arrived one after another. Mene got off a van and directed the people from the party company to carry the wine, drinks and food, while another group of people went to set up the venue.

Mene came to the porch, opened a can of iced Coke, drank most of it in one breath, wiped his mouth and said, "For such a high-end party, the money is really not money, it's like spending paper. If it were me, I would have declared bankruptcy long ago."

He also participated from the beginning: "Old Bu, including those beauties, fifty thousand dollars is not enough, right?"

Bruce said solemnly: "You don't understand. This is called investment. Only with investment can there be returns."

Mene said: "No wonder I've been around for several years and am still a small-time actor."

As the sky gradually darkened, the guests invited by Martin arrived one after another. Benjamin came first and gave Martin a hug as soon as he entered the door.

"I told people in Atlanta that Martin Davis never forgets his old friends." Benjamin took out a fang pendant from his neck, which was given to him by Martin: "Look at those bastards who dare to laugh at me."

Martin smiled and said, "I'll introduce you to a few friends in a while, all in the film industry."

Soon, Robert Patrick arrived.

Michel Gondry and Alexandre Aja came in the same car.

The last to arrive were Jaume Serra and Wes Craven.

Martin introduced several people, all of whom were talking about Wes Craven and horror movies.

Everyone drank while waiting for dark.

When it was completely dark, Martin came to the door, clapped his hands, and said loudly: "Gentlemen, ghosts are haunting tonight. They are best at swallowing up people's brothers. Sincere advice, protect your brothers!"

Everyone laughed.

Those who can come here to play are all relaxed. Martin added, "We have a competition. Whoever takes off his pants first will get to have a French meal at a Michelin-starred restaurant tomorrow."

Craven smiled and said, "Good idea, let's see who can't help it first!"

Benjamin shouted, "Old Bull, help me find a chain lock. When I lock my pants waistband, you hide the key."

Even Zomi, who was an introvert, hugged Benjamin's neck and laughed.

Craven walked towards the door: "I must hold on to the end."

Martin opened the door and saw that the large yard of the villa with a swimming pool was completely dark. There was only a crescent moon in the sky, without any light at all.

Alexander was the first to go out: "In the film Blood Moon that I shot, two girls went out at night, and a terrible situation suddenly broke out without any warning..."

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

The music suddenly exploded, and the blurry figures shook together.

Their joints are stiff and they move like zombies, or like humanoid machines dancing.

The dim lights came on at this time, and five tall women in gray and white nurse uniforms were facing away from Martin and others.

As the music played, their bodies twitched and twisted violently, as if every joint had an independent consciousness, wanting to break away from their sexy bodies and wield sharp knives that were not in keeping with their identities, releasing violence.

The twisted postures, rotten bandages, and vague mumblings made the artists breathe heavily.

At this moment, the five nurses turned around at the same time, raised their sheep-horn knives, and walked towards this side step by step with strange and stiff steps.

The dim light shone on their tumor-covered faces, forming a sharp contrast between the ugliness and evil and the sexy and hot bodies.

Michelle, a Frenchman who pursues romance, suddenly said: "Why, why do I make them stupid? Is there something wrong with me?"

“Me too,” Alexander said.

The female nurses all stopped five meters away and stabbed mechanically with the sheep-horn knives, looking so evil and cruel.

Benjamin, however, couldn't help but grab his crotch, his hands tightly gripping the waistband.

It’s not that I don’t want to be the first one to go up, but the treat is too expensive.

Martin was a passionate and exuberant man, and the air he exhaled was noticeably getting hotter.

A group of perverts!
Craven looked at the scary nurse with interest and said, "This one is worth it tonight! The combination of the impulse of surname and the threat of death, Martin, you are really a talent!" "Guys, tomorrow at the Lemon Acid Restaurant, it's my treat," Patrick is an actor who expresses his emotions. He untied his belt and rushed forward: "I don't want to lose, but I can't control myself."

He glanced at the sexy yet scary nurses and said, "Martin, you bastard, you make me feel like a pervert."

Martin called everyone over the nurse and came to the edge of the swimming pool, saying, "Guys, we have lunch tomorrow, but no one has invited us to dinner yet."

There was a crisp sound, which scared Zomi who was closest to him.

He stepped back quickly.

A pale hand grasped the edge of the swimming pool and led the person to slowly climb out of the pool.

The man lowered his head, with his wet black hair hanging in front of him, covering his face. His thin white clothes were soaked through and almost transparent, revealing yet not revealing the scenery underneath.

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

With a bang, the door of the nearby locker room opened, and a female vampire with blue eyes and fangs, wrapped in leather clothes and chains jumped out. She was struggling frantically with the female werewolf. In the fierce battle, pieces of her clothes were torn and flying.

With werewolves and vampires appearing early, Martin could only make the best of it, since the effect was pretty good anyway.

Michelle's inner romance came into play. He stepped forward and came to Sadako, glancing at the wet hair covering her face. He said, "Sadako, it's time to show off your eloquence!"

He shouted at the vampire and the female werewolf again: "Don't play these fake games, give me something exciting, real swords and guns..."

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

"I want to be a demon hunter!" Alexander Aga roared, rushed into the werewolves and vampires, wielded the demon-killing gun, and fought against the dark and evil creatures.

The battle instantly became intense.

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

Their bodies were gray, their faces were blue, and their mouths were covered with black and red blood and pieces of flesh.

Benjamin rushed out and shouted, "The zombies are mine, no one can snatch them from me!"

The Sacred Valley version of Night of the Living Dead is officially underway.

Across the swimming pool, the spotlights came on, and several Latin snake women walked onto a small makeshift stage.

There were pythons wrapped around their bodies, and the snakes' bodies covered the sensitive parts. Zomi looked carefully and found that the pythons all grew out of that place.

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

This hit the spot for Zomi, and he was too lazy to go around the long and narrow swimming pool. He jumped in, waded through the waist-deep water, and rushed onto the stage.

Dances with snakes.

Craven looked at Martin and said, "Why didn't I know you in advance? Your party is so creative." He looked down and said, "General stimulation has no effect on me, but now I have a strong reaction. Martin, you have to hold more parties like this in the future and invite me to every one of them!"

Martin responded without hesitation: "No problem."

If he had a few more parties like this, he would go bankrupt. "Wes, I have a special gift for you today. Come with me. Your child is waiting for you."

The two walked across a lawn and entered the villa's hall, which was brightly lit and where several female artists were.

At the front of the hall, Freddy was fighting a desperate battle with Jason.

Freddy's kettle-shaped claw stabbed into Jason's body.

Jason's machete of the same type also stabbed Freddy's vitals.

The two most powerful demons in Hollywood film history let out a terrifying war roar.

At this time, several succubi rushed over from behind. They pulled their long tails behind them, grabbed the tips of their kettle-like tails, and attacked Jason and Freddy from behind.

Freddy and Jason were suddenly attacked. They reached out to Craven and said in a shrill voice: "Dad, save me! Dad, save me!"

In this situation, which man can bear it?

You must become a hero!
The night wind came in through the window, blowing up Craven's gray hair. The old artist could no longer endure it and walked forward roaring, "You little bitches who crawled out of hell, let go of my child! Where's my gun! I'm going to shoot you to pieces with it!"

The Godfather of horror movies is still in good shape. He slaughtered the succubus from hell and comforted his children in the most appropriate way.

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

Martin went into another room.

Several blonde succubi were waiting for him.

Kayden Cross grabbed the tail and bit it into his mouth.

This was a party full of art flavor, and both parties participating in the party came from two major art holy places in America.

(End of this chapter)