America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Chapter 493 Hefner's Party

The black stretch Lincoln approached Holby Mountain, slowing down.

Under the night sky, the road leading to the Playboy Mansion on the mountaintop was lit up with car lights. Hugh Hefner's annual party had a countless number of attendees.

Martin, wearing a silk pajama, with the collar slightly open revealing his solid muscles, asked Nicholson, "You had a way into the Playboy party and you've been hiding it!"

Leonardo was also unhappy. "You don't treat us like brothers!"

Nicholson looked through the car window towards the mansion on the mountaintop. "Actually, I haven't been here for many years," he said, recalling, "I had a little misunderstanding with Hefner that was only cleared up at the end of last year."

Martin instantly understood and asked, "You slept with one of Hefner's girls? It wasn't Pamela Anderson, was it?"

Nicholson stiffened his neck. "Am I that kind of person?"

Considering his reputation, he explained, "One year, Marlon Brando, Warren Beatty, and I came for the pajama party, drank too much, and Marlon released all of the animals from Hefner's cage. It caused Hefner's favorite bunch of cats to be... by a rabbit."

Here, Nicholson used one hand to form a circle and the other to extend a finger, making a simple and vulgar gesture: "Since then, we were marked as unwelcome guests until last year when I ran into Hefner at a party, and the matter was finally settled."

Leonardo was inexplicably shocked. "Are Hefner's rabbits as fierce as he is?"

Martin said, "I should have come to experience this sooner."

"Attending Hefner's parties is not without its benefits," Nicholson spoke from experience. "It's not just about the beauties, but also the elites from all walks of life, especially in the entertainment industry. It can expand your network of connections. For example, if you've both been with the same Playmate, your relationship can instantly become closer."

Martin thought of Thomas, "I'll have my agent come over; he needs to expand his connections."

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Leonardo agreed, "Your agent doesn't hold up against the likes of Ali and Bryan."

Martin dialed Thomas's phone. "Hey, buddy, I sent you the invitation to the Playboy party. Aren't you coming?"

In a newly renovated independent villa near Century City, Thomas looked at the invitation on the table and said, "I haven't set out yet; I'll head over later."

After hanging up, he picked up the invitation and there was also a set of new pajamas he had just bought in the car.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Thomas's new girlfriend, Victoria, peered out, leaning on the door frame, she asked, "Dear, can you stay home with me instead?"

Thomas looked at the invitation in his hand and said, "Sorry, this is my job."

"Job?" Victoria raised her voice. "Attending a Playboy party is work? Playing with those bunnies is also part of your job?"

Thomas patiently explained, "Martin just called me."

"Martin! Always Martin!" Victoria pointed to her trembling chest, "Am I your girlfriend, or is Martin your girlfriend?"

Since she started dating Thomas, she had heard the most about Martin and couldn't help saying, "Haven't you noticed your problem? When you're with Martin, you feel amazing, as if you're high! But as soon as you're away from him, it's more difficult than quitting smoking!"

Thomas furrowed his brow. Before moving in together, Victoria wasn't like this.

He scolded, "That's enough, Martin is not someone you can talk about!"

Victoria paused, slightly coming to her senses and quickly shut up.

Thomas walked out with the invitation.

Victoria, thinking of all the vixens at the Playboy Mansion party, couldn't help but say, "You have to come back before 1 a.m. You must come back. If you don't, I'll go out to the street and scream that the superstar agent Thomas needs Viagra to get it up!"

Thomas, exasperated, his head throbbing more than ever, went into the garage. Under the bright lights, his head shone particularly bright.

At that moment, he somewhat regretted it. Wasn't it better to switch female companions one after another? Why did he get muddle-headed and choose to cohabit with a girlfriend?

Thomas looked at the time, it was getting late. He hurriedly got into the Cadillac Martin had given him and drove towards Holby Mountain.

At the entrance to the Playboy Mansion, Nicholson rolled down the window, the security checked the three invitations at the gate and let them through.

As soon as Martin got out of the car, he saw a sea of white legs.

Those who came to the pajama party were mostly men, the women were either Hugh Hefner's Playboy bunnies or those who paid for their own invitations.

Some of them wore lace pajamas, but more were in bikinis.

Each was stunningly curvy and beautiful, as if all of America's gorgeous women had congregated here.

Martin met many familiar faces, such as Daniel from Warner, Morgan Freeman whom he'd worked with, and Jim Whit from WMA, among others.

Greeting people along the way, Martin saw Hugh Hefner, surrounded by several Playmates.

The latter was wearing a burgundy silk pajama, with an arm around the waist of a beautiful girl on each side. Looking at the famed trio from Hollywood, he laughed and said, "Jack, you've got new pals, but you didn't bring them to see me. Afraid my good girls would eat them alive?"

Nicholson boasted without paying a tax, "These two brothers of mine, one is the creator of the shortest record in the hundred meters, the other the creator of the longest record in the marathon. I'm afraid your girls would all break down."

Hefner looked at Leonardo, "I heard that a model isn't considered a supermodel unless she has been validated by Leonardo."

He then turned to Martin, "And a beauty who hasn't been appreciated by Martin Davis doesn't count as top-tier."

Martin was most relaxed in this kind of situation, opening his arms he said, "Mr. Hefner, I heard you have 2000 Playboy girls, can I help you evaluate how many of them are top-tier beauties?"

Hefner laughed, "Look at the appetite of the young people these days! Martin, I fell for you with that first line you said, I'll give you one of my treasures!"

He glanced aside, "Holly, you accompany Martin tonight, he can 'sample' as much as he wants."

A tall girl with long golden waves and wearing a gold-strapped bikini came over from Hefner's side and took Martin's arm, her touch weighty and firm, second only to Alexandra.

Martin, quite disloyally, gave a wave to Leonardo and Nicholson, "Guys, good luck."

Holly led Martin toward the pool area, where the most people and the most beauties gathered. As they walked, she said, "I'm Holly Madison, I'm a model, and I was on the Playboy cover last year."

She directly asked, "Shall I call a few more girls over?"

Martin certainly wouldn't refuse, "Find one with black hair, one with red, and one with dark brown."

Every man who came to the party had at least two or three girls by his side.

Holly went over to the pool, and called over three other girls who were equally stunning in appearance and figure, to chat and socialize with Martin in lively banter.

Having such pretty girls in their early twenties sticking close lifts one's spirits, and even interaction among strangers becomes relaxed and harmonious.

In the midst of it all, Martin bumped into some people from Paramount and they chatted about next month's Cannes Film Festival.

Of course, he wanted to win a major award at one of the big three European film festivals.

"Benjamin" was a joint production and distribution by Warner Bros. and Paramount Pictures, and Martin had already received strong support from Warner Bros.

Neither the Oscars nor the big three European film festivals had been very welcoming to David Fincher over the years. If there was a chance to compete for the Palme d'Or, both studios wouldn't give up the fight, but winning the Best Actor at Cannes was also a focal point.

After chatting for a while, Thomas came over, as these matters naturally fell to the agent.

As a golden team, Martin shared two of the girls with Thomas, keeping only Holly and a black-haired girl named Melissa.

Some people couldn't wait to leave the party with their female companions.

Holly and Melissa also hoped Martin would do the same; they had their own intentions for joining the scene here.

But Martin was unmoved; it was just simple fun for him.

He talked with the renowned bald director Soderbergh for a while, finding common ground. Soderbergh was quite interested in the status of the escort and Sacred Valley industries, looking to make an experimental film on the subject.

Martin indicated that his side could sponsor; there's no reason not to use the South Koreans' money.

And there was another point, Soderbergh was a darling of Cannes, with deep ties to the French side.

They agreed to meet in the studio the day after tomorrow to discuss in detail and then went their separate ways to find their own fun.

Martin ran into Mene, and the usually arrogant Lord Mene was alone, without a female companion.

Even Marcus, the retired big man who swelled like a balloon, had several girls by his side.

With disappointment, Mene said, "I'm getting ready to leave."

Martin was surprised, "Why are you leaving?"

"I thought I would meet Pamela Anderson, but they're all young Playboy girls." Mene was indeed very disappointed, "Not a single one over 35 years old!"

Martin looked around; wherever his eyes landed, there were girls in their twenties.

Mene felt that Hefner's party didn't live up to its name, "Boss, enjoy yourself. I just called Emma to go out for a late-night snack with her, this place..."

He sighed, shook his head, and finally waved to Martin and left.

Holly, considering her young and fiery figure, asked, "What's wrong with young and beautiful? Is he not quite sober?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Martin still defended his buddy, "Everyone has a different taste in beauty; to my eyes, you and Melissa are top-tier beauties, but not necessarily to his."

Melissa, flattered by Martin's words, pressed herself into his embrace, "Martin, can you take us out? Besides being pretty, Holly and I have other strengths."

The way they said it, Martin subconsciously loosened his embrace around them.

If it weren't for the fact that there had never been any rumors of transvestites at Hefner's, he would have insisted they prove themselves on the spot.

Not far away, Tom Cruise, dressed in a deep blue pajama suit, was wandering through the party, searching for tonight's target Martin.