America 1982-Chapter 146 - 50: Golf Competition

Even from the terrace, you could hear roars mixed with swearing and cheers coming from the villa’s hall. If Jason hadn’t known that tonight’s party guests were a bunch of Stanford University students yelling in English, he might have thought it was the damn Soviet Army exercising their might, crossing the Atlantic Ocean to land in the United State America.

"What on earth did you set up for them in the third round? All the ordinary students left after the first two stages, and even Sophia was sent to wait for you in the car. Then, a new batch of chicks shows up in the hall." He asked Tommy curiously.

Sitting on the terrace with a glass of wine in hand, Tommy replied, "Nothing much, some competitive games, golf and the like."

"Golf? Just by the name, I know it’s designed for me." Jason perked up at once, striking several bodybuilding poses confidently before Tommy and said,

"Let me warm up a bit, and then I’ll go down and grab the championship. Introduce the rules now, Tommy."

Tommy, holding his whiskey, looked toward the villa’s backyard and said, "It’s nothing, just like dominoes, eighteen glasses of vodka set out on a table. The players use a golf club, and high-class ladies are chosen to be caddies, responsible for handling their respective player’s club before the game within a specified time. The caddy has to assist the player in ’raising the club’ in public, and when time’s up, no matter the state of the club, the player can’t use anything but their body to swing at the glasses on the table. The one who knocks down the most vodka glasses wins. It’s a party game that requires both strength and skill. The loser has to drink the same number of shots as the glasses knocked down by the winner. After rounds of eliminations, whoever hasn’t had their club ruined by their caddy and hasn’t fallen drunk is the winner of the night. Of course, all caddies end up with the victor since by then, the opponents are likely passed out drunk."

"Caddy and club, that’s what I think it is, right?" Jason digested Tommy’s suggestive words, his eyes lighting up as he asked.

Swirling his glass, Tommy nodded, "It should be."

"Tommy, if you ever run for President of the International Olympic Committee, I’ll cast my sacred vote for you. You have to include this golf event in the Olympic games within my lifetime. I guarantee I’ll bring the first gold medal in this event to America," Jason said with utter conviction,

"No wonder those law school guys are so bloodthirsty right now, turning a posh, gentleman’s sport like golf into something so thrilling just by switching out the caddies. You’re a sports genius. But I remember you don’t have a penny to your name. How could you afford this party? Just those dozen high-class ladies alone on the way over must have cost a few thousand, not to mention renting the villa, hiring the lady caddies, alcohol... you couldn’t even earn that much making porn videos."

"I borrowed thirty thousand from Susan and Mark. You know, just shuffled some things around. In the end, it’s like Actor Corporation owes me a debt which I, in turn, owe privately to Susan and Mark. But tonight’s party is being paid for by those guys in the law school, so I’ve saved quite a bit," Tommy said, taking a sip of his drink before speaking to Jason.

"You’re using money from two real paupers to do this? Dude, Susan and Mark are like mules working for you, and you just took the money they’ve just gotten their hands on to hold a golf tournament and didn’t even invite them?" Jason’s shocked expression fixated on Tommy,

"You could’ve just told me straight up I wouldn’t take the money to experience high-end stuff, you get me? I mean, lending it to you would’ve been more appropriate. They need that money to improve their lives, unlike us."

"No one wants to take their money, alright? They wouldn’t know how to spend it anyway. I’ll pay them back when they need it. Speaking of which, do you remember something you promised me?" Tommy asked.

"Of course, those two high-figure ladies were really something. Which entertainment company are they with? For their sake, buddy, just say the word, and I’ll take care of it," Jason said as Tommy reminded him of a previous matter, settling next to Tommy once more and asking.

Tommy passed Jason a drink, and the two roommates sat shoulder to shoulder under the moonlight, Tommy breaking into a smile,

"Those two are professional actresses from a porn company Mark knows, union members just like you, not some cheap Mexican illegals. Their skills are unmatched by ordinary entertainment company girls." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"You’re so considerate, bro. They took great care of me. Later, have Mark give me their phone numbers, will you?" Jason said, suddenly understanding. He patted Tommy’s shoulder, "The time in the car, it was wonderful."

Tommy pulled out a cigarette pack and offered one to Jason, "I can tell, they’ve left quite the impression on you."

"Yes, quite the impression," Jason said, accepting the cigarette, "You really should’ve felt it with me in the car."

"That’s good. In a while, you can have another go with them, and then film it. You can invest whatever money you have left into the company." Tommy sparked a lighter, holding it to Jason’s mouth as he spoke.

Jason was just about to lean in to light his cigarette when he heard Tommy’s words. He immediately took the cigarette out of his mouth and glared, "...What the fuck are you talking about?"

Tommy looked at the flame from the lighter, "To win the sympathy of the judge, the jury, and the onlookers, Actor Corporation, in its fight against Lotus Corporation, had its co-founder inject capital into the company from his movie earnings. This way the judges can see that we’ve started to sacrifice our own flesh and blood to support women."

"If I were the judge, I’d be moved to tears by that speech, but Tommy, I’ve just got one fucking question. Why don’t you do the shoot yourself?" Jason said as he blew out the flame:

"I don’t want to have the same anxiety as Mark. My old man gets a whim to learn some new skills, buys a video tape, and then sees his son, who should be at Stanford studying computer science, appear on the TV screen."

Tommy put away the lighter, "It won’t be released to the public, got it? We’ll only keep the master tape and submit it to the court as evidence. As for me, how do I fit in, buddy? What did you say just now? You’re the one from SSD, how could I even dare to steal this kind of gig from you?"

"So... What happens if I don’t do it? Will you cut ties with me? Or maybe pick a fight?" Jason scratched his chin, a challenging look in his eyes as he stared at Tommy.

Tommy’s fighting power was much weaker in comparison; that’s why every time Jason picked up a baseball bat, Tommy was the first to beg for mercy. Because Mr. Jason White excelled in American wrestling and football during high school.

"No, Jason, we’re roommates, brothers who love each other. Don’t think of me as so terrible. Look, I didn’t even sneakily film without telling you; I sincerely asked for your personal opinion," said Tommy, backing down as expected.

Jason nodded in satisfaction and gave his answer, "Good, my personal opinion is that I refuse."

"No problem, but didn’t you just ask for those two actresses’ phone numbers?" Tommy saw Jason smugly place the cigarette back in his mouth and leaned in with the lighter to relight it.

Jason was just about to light his cigarette with the flame: "So what?"

"No need, you’ll see them on the Stanford campus on Monday. They might be a bit upset with you, complain about some minor issues during your part-time work, like you allegedly giving the movie company a false description of your club size, which caused quite a bit of unhappiness among the women during the shoot and led to really poor sales of the movie. The movie company not only fired you but also caused them to lose their jobs as well. Then you’ll face a tough decision, whether to keep the reputation of ’Big Bird Gigolo Jason’ during your time at Stanford University or to go with the title of ’Junior Golf Set Jason’." Tommy squeezed the lighter, looking innocent as he spoke.

"Huh~~" Jason took down the cigarette again, blew out the flame, and cursed at Tommy, "F*ck you, Tommy!"

"No thanks needed. Once this is sorted, I promise you can interact with those actresses every week in the name of discussing film art and exchanging acting skills. The fees will be paid by the relatives over in Florida. You can interact whenever you want, and it’s just that, interaction, not official filming. But I guess you’ll get tired of it in a year," Tommy said.

"Get tired of that? Hell no, unless he isn’t a man," Jason said as he snatched Tommy’s lighter.

"So you agree? Oh, and the infomercials in Mississippi are also ongoing. Your old man definitely won’t see your adult film on TV, but I guarantee he’ll see a charming you on the commercial," Tommy told Jason.

Jason had just lit his cigarette and nearly choked when he heard Tommy’s words, "You want me to sell software on TV in Mississippi? Aren’t you afraid I’ll mess it up? Holly said that among the entire company, no one has thicker skin than you, though I’ve always claimed I’m better at it, but Susan and Mark don’t support my view."

"You’re my fucking roommate, of course we have the same thick skin. Just rehearse a few times as I did in Florida, and how could you possibly mess it up? Don’t forget, you’re a registered professional actor with the adult film actors’ union; you should have confidence in your acting ability," Tommy encouraged Jason, "And then..."

"Look~ The last two players of SSD, just by casually taking you down, our White Shoes Society will win the golf competition tonight!" At the stairs, two caddies supported the bald and slightly tipsy president of White Shoes Society, Matt. He aggressively taunted them with a tone far from his usual composure, stimulated by the alcohol.

Tommy glanced at Matt, then looked away, "With this thing, I could embarrass Charles and his gang till they graduate college."

"I’m fine with acting, but I’m a newbie at golf," Jason told Tommy, "How about this, if you win the golf competition tonight, I’ll start with making a private film to show the judge using my acting skills. Then I’ll conquer Mississippi."