Late at night, the future superstar Martin Davis had a ndestine meeting with Sacred Valley''s queen, Jenna Jameson. Such an explosive secret rendezvous, and not even a single paparazzo in sight.


    Martin got straight to the point, "I''m throwing a party next week, with a horror movie character theme. I''ll need a lot of beautiful women."


    With a smile and a ss of wine in hand, Jennaughed, "We''ve got no shortage of beauties here. Everyone in America knows that when ites to looks and figures, Sacred Valley''s actresses are a cut above those in Hollywood."


    Martin believed her, "We''ll need some special makeup and rehearsal, andter I''ll bring someone over to instruct. Thirty young and beautiful actresses, fame isn''t necessary, but they must have a physical exam next week and sign a confidentiality agreement."


    "No problem," Jenna considered carefully and then borated, "Some things are simr in both actingmunities. Attending parties, even the most chaotic ones, won''t cost too much, but special makeup and rehearsal will cost more, as will physical exams and confidentiality agreements—it won''t be cheap."


    Martin replied, "That''s fine. Find more people, send me their info and a list, I''ll take a look."


    Having discussed business, Jenna was quite curious, "You''re doing well for yourself in Hollywood; I''ve had many people ask me for big parties, all-star levels, of course, I''ve signed confidentiality agreements, so I won''t reveal any names."


    Martin was candid, "For men, throwing a wild party is a great way to bond, it''s closer than ordinary socializing."


    Jenna gathered her things, ready to leave, "Give me a day, and I''ll send you a long list."


    Once she had left the private room, Martin turned to the silent Bruce, asking, "That second-hand thing you prepared, will it work?"


    Bruce lifted up a tablecloth and began to dismantle a ck box, saying, "It''s not second-hand—it''s probably been through three or four hands. But don''t worry, blocking civilian recording devices is easy."


    After packing it up, he said, "Are you sure you''ll make it? The way you''re going about this, I thought you were a celebrity already."


    "Jenna has a good reputation in this business, but it''s better to be safe than sorry. We can''t pin our hopes on someone else''s professionalism," Martin bluffed, "This is also for you to get used to covering for celebrities. When I be famous, this will be the norm."


    The two men drove back to Los Angeles.


    Martin also needed someone who could instruct Sacred Valley beauties to adapt to their party roles, and someone to handle various clothing and prop rentals.


    Call Robert over? Now''s not a good time to steal the team leader''s thunder, plus Robert''s too straightced.


    For an operation of this scale, a seasoned professional familiar with Hollywood was needed.


    The next day was Saturday, and Martin went to catch up on his ent ss.


    As soon as he entered the ssroom, he heard Mene boasting to Emily and Jessica about beating up a kangaroo.


    When Mene saw Martin, he immediately flung himself over, eximing, "Boss, I''ve missed you so much, haven''t seen you in days."


    Martin stepped to one side, "Don''t leave after ss, I have something for you."


    Mene''s pupils dted in excitement, "Good news?"


    Martin noticed Emily and Jessica looking eager, so he replied, "Let''s start ss first."


    Mene immediately wiped down the cornermost table for Martin, "No one will bother you here."


    He then moved to block the only pathway, preventing any of the eager beavers from disturbing his beloved Boss Martin.


    After ss, Martin, to avoid trouble, was the first to leave.


    Mene followed closely behind.


    When they reached the parking lot and found Bruce, Martin briefly repeated the situation and asked, "Can you handle it?"


    Mene said, "Boss, I''ve been mingling in Los Angeles for years. I know exactly whichpanies rent out which costumes, which studios specialize in which sort of makeup—I''m more familiar with the horror movies and their freaky monsters than old sea shells. Leave it to me, no problems."


    Martin patted his shoulder, "Some big shots areing to the party, I''ll introduce you to them."


    Mene nodded earnestly, stating seriously, "Just tell me who to please, Boss. I guarantee satisfaction."


    Martin felt helpless and warned, "Don''t screw around, keep your mouth and tongue in check."


    Realizing that something didn''t sound quite right—wasn''t it supposed to be keeping the ''little brother'' down below in check?—he added, "Once the party gets going and the atmosphere hypes up, there''ll be lots of chances for you to mess around."


    "Boss, I''m your most loyal Mene," he said, and then turned to Bruce, "Old Cloth, I''ve been spending kind of heavytely, my lease ising up, and I heard you rented a new apartment. Can I crash with you?"


    Upon hearing this, Mene hopped up and dashed to the other side of the car, proiming, "Old Cloth, forget about it, pretend I never said anything."


    Martin called out, "Stick with me and Old Cloth, I''ve got a costume studio lined up."


    Some of the trickier props and costumes would be avable for rent, with plenty of costume rentalpanies scattered throughout Hollywood.


    Then there were the disposable items, which would need to be purchased or custom-made, with the rification that they can deliver within a few days.


    Martin went to a ce near Burbank Boulevard in Burbank, an area densely packed with various studios rted to movie production, and found the one Louise had rmended.


    "I need nurse outfits, the especially sexy kind," Martin said directly to the nearly fifty-year-old female designer, "Also pair them with white stockings. Do you have those soft rubber prop scalpel des? Great, include one with each outfit."


    He waved to the back, "Old Cloth, where are the pictures I printed out? Bring them here."


    Mene took a stack of printouts from Old Cloth and scampered over.


    Martin pointed at the top one, "This is a screenshot from the video game ''Silent Hill'', see these terrifying nurses? Base it on them."


    The female designer reminded, "Don''t use it in public, it''ll infringe on copyright."


    Martin responded, "I''m having a costume party of my own." He removed the first picture, gesturing at the ones beneath it and said, "Here''s a subus, forget the triangle-shaped tail. Ever seen a pink kettle? Good, design the tail tip like a smaller version of a kettle."


    Since he needed to keep an eye on things, Mene stood by, watching admirably, "Boss, you really are a genius."


    "I think so too," Martin said without a hint of modesty and continued, "Now look at this, a female werewolf, the key parts must be exposed. She and the female vampire are a pair; they shouldplement each other, for convenience in getting it on. Nothing much to say about the zombie girl.


    For this snake woman, take Salma Hayek from ''From Dusk Till Dawn'' as the prototype, use soft material to make a three-point snake outfit, making it seem like the python is slithering up from below."


    He rattled on, stressing the key points, "As for Sadako, you don''t know her? Naomi Watts starred in ''The Ring'', right? The woman inside. Especially focus on these two, a female version of Freddy and Jason because they''ll be performing live, Freddy vs. Jason, so let''s tweak their weapons, like making Freddy''s ws kettle-shaped, and Jason''s machete could work too..."


    The female designer was stunned and said, "You shouldn''t go to Hollywood; you should enter the adult novelty design field, seriously, that''s a very sincere suggestion."


    Martin didn''t take all the credit, pointing at Mene, "This was all his idea."


    The female designer took the printouts from Martin, waving them off, "You can go." She grabbed Mene by the arm, "Let''s discuss details upstairs."


    Martin gestured for Mene to follow her.


    Suddenly sensing the designer scratching the palm of his hand, he instinctively asked, "Are you fifty?"


    Asking ady her age is impolite," the designer said, turning back to smile at Mene, "Don''t worry, I''m not yet fifty."


    Mene''s steps were heavy, and so was his heart, as he followed her to the second floor.


    The ensuing business discussions were, naturally, not suitable for children.


    Thomas called to inform Martin that a fax intended for him had been received.


    Martin didn''t own a fax machine and didn''t have the resources to set up an office, so he had Jenna Jameson fax the documents to Thomas''s ce.


    The list and data included over seventy individuals, covering all hair colors—ck, blonde, red, etc.—and skin tones weren''tcking either.


    The industry in Sacred Valley is pyramid-shaped; those at the bottom don''t earn much.


    The list carefully selected by Jenna James featured rtively fresh faces.


    Martin saw several names that left an impression, such as Caden Cross.


    There were two others who seemed familiar from the hit fire extinguisher babes movie.


    Martin carefully picked out thirty people ording to the needs of different roles,


    and then rented Jenna''s venue for initial training.


    On Monday, Martin personally delivered invitations to Wes Craven and others.


    Perhaps their marital rtionship was stable at the moment, as David Arquette and Courteney Cox courteously declined Martin''s invitation.


    However, Wes Craven readily agreed and even made a request for Martin to invite more people to party, the more the merrier.


    The old Godfather of horror films, still young at heart, finally found a fun costume bash he wanted to enjoy to the fullest.


    In his words, the more people, the more fun it is to y.


    Kate and Louise naturally wouldn''t attend, so Martin thought for a moment and sent an invitation to Robert Patrick, called Benjamin-Calvin from Anta, asked Zomi Si over, and then paid a visit to Michel Gondry, who had just returned from France.


    Whether they were directors or famous actors in the circle, the party''s tone elevated instantly.


    People in advertising, modeling, and film circles, known for living it up, saw no issue joining the bash.


    Furthermore, intrigued by Martin''s horror theme, they were actually very excited.


    Parties are a great way to deepen rtionships, so Martin wanted to invite nco from Europa Pictures, the film buyer who acquired ''Zombie Stripper''.


    Michel Gondry said, "nco is busy in France prepping for the Cannes Film Festival, he doesn''t have time." He suggested someone else, "I have a friend, Alexander Aga, also a director, who made ''Blood Moon'' and just came to Los Angeles. Can I invite him too?"


    Martin handed over an invitation, "Of course, no problem."


    In the following days, renting the vi venue, hiring partypanies, training relevant personnel, and most importantly, conducting health checks...


    Martin was thoroughly prepared.