Terror Firsthand #37: Those Kinds Of Parties

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror, sexual content 

Terror Firsthand: Those Kinds Of Parties 

In Jacuzzi in hotel room in Chicago 

After Daddy Leroy left, I felt sick. He was really a pimp. I don't know how he even got a key to the room. He must've known somebody at the front desk. I was terrified out of my mind! He only left me with $150! I decided to pay for the room again like he said. Then I went to sleep.

The next morning, I posted another ad. This time I posted on another site called CallGirlNumberOne.com. I changed my name from Miss Ghetto Dream to Mizz Vanilla Pudding. I charged the same amount. I received two calls and thats it. My phone was dry and everyone knew I was there. I only made $400 after working for 8 hours. 

Later that night, I posted on two more sites and I made $200 more dollars by 12 midnight. So far, I had made $600. I took a shower and sat in the Jacuzzi with Epsom salt and some candles. I relaxed for about and hour and then I got out and went to sleep. 

The next morning, I checked out of the hotel because I didn't want Daddy Leroy to come back up there. I drove to San Diego California. I hated California, but the pimps kept finding me everywhere, so I figured why not. After I got to Cali, I checked in at a hotel. 

I posted an ad on CallGirlNumberOne.com and HookupDates.com and two others. I changed my name from Mizz Vanilla Pudding to Lil Tastyy Cupcakkess. I didn't want to post because I was scared of the pedophiles. I didn't want to sleep with someone who sleeps with underage girls or boys, but I posted anyway, hoping I wouldn't run into one. How am I supposed to know if they're doing that or not? Men that purchase minors should burn in hell. They should want to be somebody their own damn age.

The first man that called me was a 62 year old man name Hector Esponda. I couldn't believe a man that old was on there, but he was. He actually gave me $500, and all I had to do was masturbate in front of him. I don't usually touch myself, but he handed me a vibrator that was brand new in the pack, and told me to use it. After the old man left, I took a shower.

A few hours later, I received a link. I clicked on the link and it was a video of me masturbating with the vibrator. I felt sick! Hector's old ass was spying on me! His  hidden spy camera must've been in his watch or in his eyeglasses. He was wearing both! The video was on a site called XXxAzzNTits.Net. Who knows how many other sites had the footage. 

I tried calling Hector's phone but it was disconnected. Hector was a predator for certain. I didn't know anything about him, except his name. I couldn't believe that a man that old, played me. I contacted XxxAzzNTits.Net and asked them to remove the content. I received a automated response saying that they'll get back to me in 2-3 business days. 

I deleted my ads on HookupDates.com and CallGirlNumberOne.com. I was terrified that another Hector would come through. I went to sleep.

The next day, I received a flyer, inviting me to a strip party. On the flyer, it said that I could earn up to $5,000 in one night. It sounded too good to be true, but I decided to give it a shot anyway. I was running out of money. I spent the $600 that I made in Chicago already and only had the $500 left from Hector's trifling ass. There were models on the flyer with their asses out, and money flying everywhere. 

The party was set for 11 Pm - 5 Am. 

I fixed myself a couple of tamales and drank some tequila. Then I took a nap. I woke up and took Big C for a walk around the property. I couldn't believe he had to witness me going through so much s*it. I made sure to only get hotel rooms with a separate bedroom. I never kept my dog in the same room with those tricks. 

Around 10 pm, I started getting ready for the party. I got dressed and then dropped my dog off at a pet hotel. I didn't want to chance it. Then I drove to the address on the flyer. The parking lot was full. I walked inside, hoping everyone in there was a grown f*cking adult. I was hoping it wasn't any pervs in there selling minors. I was wearing a long cover up, just in case. I was aiming for the oldest men in there, and trust and believe, it was a bunch of old men in there. 

I went to the dressing room to get changed. It was too many women in there so I went to a bathroom instead. After I put on some exotic dance wear, I walked around looking for a old man. All of them were preoccupied already. A man around 28 years old approached me.

"What's up boo. Your body looking right. Let me get some of that, come to my booth." He said, pulling out a stack of ones. Each private booth had curtains so that no one could see inside. There were about 50 private booths in there.

In VIP with Bo Watson in San Diego California 

I walked over to the man's booth and started dancing for him. 

"How much for that p*ssy ?" He asked.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"My name is Bo." He replied. "Bo Watson."

"How much do you have?" I asked.

"I got $100." He said, while pulling out his d*ck and putting a rubber on. 

Then he started penetrating me right inside the booth. He was smelling good, and was wearing a nice smelling cologne. 

"Mmmmmm." He moaned, while stroking me from behind. The music was playing the background. 

While he was stroking me, someone opened up the curtain. 

"Bo! What the f*ck are you doing? Who the f*ck is this lil raggedy prostitute you got up in here?!" Screamed some b*tch that knew his ass. 

Bo pulled his d*ck out and pulled his pants up. Then the bitch pulled my wig off and tried to swing at me, but Bo held her back.

"Alesha stop tripping. Calm the f*ck down Alesha. Let's go. Calm the f*ck down." Said Bo.

"B*tch you better not touch me again!" I screamed, with my 40 inch wig in my hand. 

"B*tch I'm his f*cking wife! You lucky I don't burn your damn face off!" She screamed.

What a dumb f*cking broad. Her husband was at a brothel. That is not my f*cking fault. 

After she said that, they both walked away. Bo had already paid me the $100. After he walked off, a woman walked up to the booth demanding money.

"Here they go again." I thought to myself. "I can never make anything at a hoe house without somebody taking it."

"Listen Bleu Diamond, I need you to pay the house fee for working here right now." Said the woman.

"And who the f*ck is you?" I asked.

"I am one of the hosts of this party." She said.

"And how I am I supposed to believe that?" I questioned.

Then she walked away for about 3 minutes and walked back over with two security guards.

"Miss thing here doesn't want to pay." She said.

"How much is the goddamn house fee?" I asked.

"$100." Said the security guard.

"But that's all I made!" I said.

"That's not our problem sweetheart. You need to pay up now, or get the f*ck out." Said the woman.

I was in a delimma. Should I pay the hundred or just bounce with it?

"Can I pay $50 now and pay the other half later?" I asked.

"Yeah you can do that." Said the woman. I handed her $50 and then she walked away with the security guards. 

I left out of the booth and then walked around the party looking for another trick. I saw Hector sitting in the corner. I walked over to him while a young girl, young enough to be his great granddaughter was dancing on his lap. I was disgusted.

"Hector you f*ggot mothrf*cker! Take my video off that f*ggot ass website!" I demanded.

"And bi*ch you need to get your little ass off this old ass man and mess with somebody your own damn age!" I said.

"Who you calling a b*tch? I am grown. I do what I want. You're not my mother." Said the young thot. 

Hector ignored me.

"Hector! I know you hear me. Take my motherf*cking video down you disgusting motherf*cker!" I yelled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said.

"Nigga you were the only one in there!" I yelled.

Hector talking to young girl at party 

I snatched Hector's glasses off of his face, and ran away, and took them to the security guard. I don't even know if his name was really Hector. It could've been something else.

"That old nasty pervert in here spying on people and setting them up. Kick him out!" I said.

The security guard found the camera inside the man's eyeglasses and then walked over to him with another guard and told his nasty ass to leave and he did. I still didn't know how I was going to get the sexual footage of me he had exploited to go away. People might've started downloading it already.

After Hector got kicked out, the same woman from earlier stormed her ass back over towards me.

"Um, I think you should leave." She said.

"What the fu*k do you mean, you think I should leave. What did I do?" I asked.

"Well for starters I saw you fighting with that man's wife earlier. Then you start complaining about how you can't pay the house fee. Then you try to run away a customer because of someone's age, which has nothing to do with you. Everyone in here is of legal age. We know how to run a business. This party isn't a good fit for you. Just take your $50 and go home." Said the woman with no name. She was wearing a T-shirt that said "Sugar Daddies Empire" with a silhouette of a stripper on a pole on the front. 

"Man you people are f*cking racist. I hate you." I grabbed my property and left the party. I then went back to the Blue Roof Motel. I went to sleep.

The next morning, I picked up Big C from the pet hotel. I received an email from XXXAzzNTits.Net.

In the email it said that they will delete the content right away. I waited and waited for hours, but the content was still there. I clicked on the download button and saw that it had 48,045 downloads and 5.7 million views. I started crying. I hated that fu*king white man. He spied on me. I know how to spot a hidden camera. I'm am expert at it. 

I started overeating all day. I went over 600 calories than my usual diet. I didn't even exercise. That's not like me at all. By 9 PM. The content was still on the porn site. I replied to the email and asked them to take it down again. I received the same automated response as before. 

At 12 Am, my phone rang.

"Hello." I asked.

"What's up." The person said.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"This is GD6Star." He replied. Sounded like GD6 if you ask me. California's a gangsters paradise. I'm pretty sure they located me.

"I'm a rapper and I want to take you out." He said.

"Where did you get my number?" I asked.

"I got it from your website." He said. "I just wanna meet you. I think I can help you get some real money." 

"Ummm okay." I said.

"Meet me in LA at 12 noon tomorrow. Meet me at the Pink Jewels Hotel." Said GD6Star. Then he hung up. 

After I got off the phone with him, I looked him up online. He was in fact, a Gangster Disciple. He had like 120 songs out, and a whole lot of music videos. I had never heard of him. I didn't really like his music videos. There were too many stinky strippers in them. I decided not to go to the Pink Jewels Hotel tomorrow, and just ignore him.