Los Angeles, Sunset Boulevard — the final stop.
The Cat King, Elvis Presley, had once stayed with his redhead in a Gothic-style playboy palace nestled in a luxurious estate.
It spanned six acres, complete with a massive swimming pool, man-made caves, exotic birds, and a private zoo.
Today, the owner of this palace was none other than Hugh Hefner, the founder of the Playboy empire.
At this moment, Martin and Leo — two young playboys — were riding in an old playboy's car, Jack Nicholson's, heading straight for this extravagant mansion.
The three of them were attending a grand party thrown by Hugh Hefner that evening.
This, according to Jack Nicholson, was a way to make up for their "disappointing trip to Vegas."
Though in his heart, he suspected he'd been coerced by these two little punks, Martin and Leo.
Their buddy, Robert Downey Jr., didn't come. As he put it, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.
In the car, Jack Nicholson sneered. "This is the price of marriage — damn French marriage laws."
"Hey, Robert's a good guy. Don't talk about him like that," Leonardo leapt to his new friend's defense.
Martin snorted. "Old Jack's a scumbag. He's broken the hearts of 40 girls, at least."
Jack Nicholson scoffed, "What!? You two playboys aren't in any position to criticize me. Especially you, Martin — you've had more women than I have."
"But I make sure they all feel happy. Unlike you, who leaves a trail of broken-hearted girls behind." Martin chuckled darkly.
Jack had no rebuttal.
Silence fell.
Looking back on this Hollywood Old Bastard's life, it really was a saga of heartbreak that could make a Pacific Ocean weep.
He'd dated Sandra Knight, Anjelica Huston, Rebecca Broussard, and many other actresses. He fathered two publicly acknowledged children — Lorraine (born 1990) and Raymond (born 1992). Illegitimate kids not included.
Starting in 1973, Jack lived with actress Anjelica Huston for 17 years, until 1990, when another actress, Rebecca Broussard, got pregnant with his child.
On her father's deathbed — the legendary director John Huston — Jack swore to God he'd always take care of his beloved daughter.
But before the old man's body had even been buried, Jack had already started dating a young starlet named Karen Mayo-Chandler.
Anjelica, after struggling with the betrayal, chose to forgive him… only to discover soon after that Jack had a child with Rebecca Broussard?!
And it didn't stop there. Jack was later confirmed to be the father of a daughter with Danish model Winnie Hollman.
Eventually, Rebecca replaced Anjelica and gave birth to both a son and a daughter for Jack.
Yet despite all that, Jack still refused to give her a key to his Hollywood home.
He only arranged for a house on the side of the street for her and the kids.
Jack insisted: "I can only have exceptional ideas when I'm alone."
According to incomplete statistics, Jack Nicholson officially dated over thirty women in his lifetime. As for how many he'd had intimate encounters with? More than two thousand.
He also loved sports — of a different kind. In his younger days, he and his wild friends often held massive love orgies...
When Martin learned about this old bastard's legendary exploits, even he had to admit defeat. Someone like him, who only went for high-quality targets, could never match Jack's "accomplishments" in this life.
Then again… maybe not.
After all, a succubus lives a very long time.
Even though his current body was human, with some magical adjustments, his lifespan now far exceeded that of ordinary mortals.
Two thousand? Maybe not impossible after all.
...
A valet graciously opened the car door.
Nicholson tipped generously.
Old, middle-aged, and young — three generations of playboys stepped out.
Leonardo looked at the Gothic-style palace before them and said admiringly, "This place isn't bad."
"Just a little old dated in style," Martin commented.
Jack Nicholson snorted, "Old guys just love nostalgia — they can't keep up with the times."
At that moment, two pairs of eyes shot him disdainful looks from both sides.
"Says the biggest old fart here," Leonardo jabbed.
"Hmph. What do you know?" Jack patted his chest. "My heart's still forever young."
The three strolled into the garden party area. From afar, they saw Hugh Hefner in his signature bright red robe, standing center stage with a microphone, giving an impassioned speech.
"… I will always be a dreamer in the eyes of the young…"
Martin curled his lip, casting a glance at Jack. "Another guy who refuses to admit he's old."
"… I think I've still got at least twenty years of play left in me. When I die, I want to be buried beside Monroe. Even though I only bought her photos and never met her, I still believe there's a spiritual connection between us. I've already bought the plot next to hers — I find it romantic…"
"Romantic, my ass," Jack muttered disdainfully. "That guy built his empire off Monroe's nudes. These days, aside from Viagra, high blood pressure, and old age, what else has he got? He's not worthy of Marilyn Monroe."
As one of the ultimate sex symbols of her time, Monroe's fans still spanned the entire U.S., their passion undimmed.
In the fall of 1953, a 27-year-old Hugh Hefner borrowed $8,000 from friends, spent $500 of it to buy the rights to Monroe's nude photos, and launched Playboy magazine.
That bold move struck gold — the first issue sold over 50,000 copies and was hailed by the media as a "miracle."
"Are those three blondes behind Hefner his current girlfriends?" Leonardo pointed to the three blonde beauties beaming sweetly behind Hefner on stage.
"Yep. Holly, Bridget, and Kendra. They're his personal Bunny Girls."
"Damn, that's enviable." Leonardo glanced at Martin — someone he looked up to in more ways than one.
Jack said, "Did you know, there was a time when that old guy tried to juggle seven girlfriends at once? But he couldn't pull it off — the girls didn't get along. And — "
Nicholson grinned wickedly. "They fought so hard over him he felt drained to the bone. So he decided to downsize, eventually keeping only the three he felt were 'truly special.'"
Leonardo nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm. So he's still no match for Martin."
Nicholson agreed. "That's for damn sure."