Terror Firsthand #2: A Story About the Time I got Played and Pimped Out Part 2

In today's blog, I will share with you a fictional story about the time I got played and pimped out. None of this really happened. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. 

Warning: Sexual content 

The time I got played and pimped out: Part 2

Making ticket purchase online 

After I woke up from the horrifying nightmare about predators Carlos Alejandro Santiago and Luna Daisy Hugo, I fixed myself a glass of tea. I didn't know what to do today, and I needed a hobby or some form of entertainment. I went online and I immediately saw an ad for a sex party. The title read:

Come to the hottest adult party in town! This is your last chance to go to the sexiest, most exclusive sex party in the city! Come fulfill all of your wildest fantasies! Must be 30 and over to enter! Tickets are only $50! VIP tickets are $100!

I figured the dream I had was just a dream, and that I could go on and see what this sex party was all about. I figured that the chances of me encountering predators like the ones in the nightmare, wouldn't happen. I wanted to see if there were any hot, sexy guys there. I rarely get out of the house, and I never get invited to anything.

Now I'm far from a socialite, but I figured I could write a blog about the event. After all, I am a writer, and I figured nothing would spice up my blogs better than a sex party. I figured I'd have alot of hot, new, spicy things to talk about, instead of writing about the same old topics over and over. I haven't gotten laid in almost a year, and I was in heat for a masculine boy toy with a hot bod, especially one with lots of money. 

I decided to go ahead and purchase a ticket to the sex party to see if I could find a guy with a hot bod and lots of cash. After I brought a VIP ticket for $100, I ordered some lingerie and shoes online from one of my favorite lingerie stores. The VIP ticket included a champagne bottle, and access to an exclusive, more high quality, selection of sex workers that only get introduced to people with a VIP ticket. The party was in two days, and I couldn't wait. 

Two days later my packages arrived. I had everything I needed for the party. I started having flashbacks of the bad dream, but I didn't care. Around 8 pm, I checked into a hotel called "The Moxy" downtown. I figured if I get a date at the sex party, then I'd just invite him back to my room. Plus there was a bar inside the hotel, so there would be plenty of drinks. I sat around the hotel room for a few hours and had a few glasses of Rose. After I drank the Rose I caught a cab to the sex party. I was wearing a long black gown with a black thong and matching bra underneath. I had a duffel bag full of lingerie, just in case I needed to change. I had condoms, lubricant, wet wipes, perfume, and other things inside the bag. 

After I got to the sex party, I walked straight to the DJ and asked if he could play my new song 'Telling A Fib Remix'. He said sure, as long as I give him $200. I was shocked. That was the first time any DJ was willing to mix in my music on the spot. I handed him the $200 and he started playing my song after the current song went off. 

"Y'all show some love to my girl Oya Obinidodo. She in the building tonight! Y'all check out her new single Telling A Fib Remix", said the DJ, whose name happened to be DJ Vazquez. DJ Vazquez then pulled me to the side and said,

"I'll mix whatever you want me to mix, you don't even have to pay me." he said. 

I knew right then and there that he was trying to f*ck. There's no way anyone would mix my music for free. 

"Nah that's okay, I just wanted to hear my one song." I said, feeling uncomfortable. I began to wonder why I even came. I walked away from the booth. I headed over to the VIP section and motioned for the waiter to bring me my bottle. To my surprise, the waiter was a man, not a woman. I was glad, because I didn't want a female waitress anyway. 

After I popped open the champagne bottle, I started standing on the couch, while rapping my song. 

"Gang Gang Gang, I'm the only one and they can't hang" 

The crowd was bopping their heads to my song and one person even came up to me.

"Wow, is that your song?" Said the man. He was fully dressed. Everyone there was, including me. It was a different type of sex party. Most people are either nude or wearing lingerie or swimwear at a sex party. This was different for certain. 

"Yeah that's my song. I'm Oya Obinidodo." I said while looking at the handsome man. He was fine as hell. I wanted to see him undressed. 

"That's what's up, so what are you doing at a party like this? You trying to get some huh?" Said the man, who then introduced himself properly. "My name is Mario Manuel Ricardo, but my friends call me El Rico."

"Hi, El Rico, nice to meet you, and yeah, I came for that purpose. Can you handle that?" I asked, eager to find out. 

"I might can be the one. I might not, why don't you find out and come to my house." Said El Rico. 

Talking to El Rico

"I can't go to your house. I'm sorry, but I don't go to anyone's house. You can come to my hotel room." I told him, firmly. Going to a strangers house makes me very uncomfortable. It feels uncool. I feel much safer in a hotel. 

"Oh yeah, where's your room?" El Rico asked.

"At the Moxy downtown, why don't you come through for a nightcap?" I asked.

"Ok, you are not a serial killer or anything are you?" EL Rico asked, while laughing with a joking tone. 

"Hell no, do I look that bad?" I asked.

"No you don't look bad boo. I was just playing with you. What's your room number, I'll be over there around 2 am." Said El Rico, like he wanted to stay at the sex party and see if he could find someone better. He could've came right then. 

"Why don't you come right now?" I asked, eager to get in bed with the sexy stranger.

"I can't come right now boo, I'm here with my boys I have to stick with them until it's time to go." He exclaimed.

I started not to like him. Why are his friends more important than me? I hate guys like that. I knew that if he didn't go with me right then, that he would lose interest. Plus, he wanted me to go to his house. House visits are for squares, I thought. 

"Ok, just hit me up at 2 am then." I said, and then gave him my phone number. I told El Rico before walking away. He was really wasting my time and leading me on. I hated his style. I didn't want him anymore. He wasn't fast enough.

I walked around the sex party waiting for another man to approach me. A woman walked over to me. I felt uncomfortable.

"Hey, El Rico is going home with me tonight, so whatever little conversation the two of you just had, is no longer valid." Said the woman before walking away. 

El Rico's girlfriend talking trash

She walked right over to El Rico and kissed him on the cheek. Both of them looked over at me and shook their head like I was a sore loser or something. Then the woman stuck her finger in her mouth and pretended like she was going to puke at me and then laughed. I felt so humiliated. I knew I wasn't going to get laid. I didn't even have a house, all I had was a hotel room.

After El Rico and his girlfriend embarrassed me, I walked to the party host and asked him where were the exclusive sex workers that were promised with the VIP ticket. By that time, it was around 1am. The host said that the lineup of male sex workers would arrive to my VIP section shortly, and that I could choose which one I wanted to take home. 

I hung around the sex party until 2am. No one else approached me the whole time, and no sex workers ever approached my VIP section. I was there alone the whole time. I felt like I wasted my money. What a bore. I stood outside and waited for a cab, and someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind. It was DJ Vazquez. 

Talking to DJ Vazquez in parking lot 

"Hey, where are you about to go?" He asked.

"Back to my hotel." I replied.

"Oh yeah, who is there with you?" He asked.

"Just me." I said.

"It doesn't have to be. Let me come keep you company." He said. I figured what the hell. I just spent $300 to have my song played and enter the party. Plus another $200 for a hotel. Not to mention all of the lingerie I ordered for the event online. It was about time I finally got laid. El Rico, didn't have to be the one. He was too ghetto anyway. 

"Ok, Meet me in the bar for drinks downstairs at the Moxy hotel." I said.

"Will do shorty." He said before walking away with his equipment. 

"Hey wait!" I yelled, while chasing him in my heels. 

"Yeah what's up?" He paused. 

"I brought a VIP for this wack sex party and the lineup of sex workers never came to my section. Why is that? I didn't even get my money's worth!" I asked DJ Vazquez.

"I don't know shorty, everyone else that brought a VIP ticket didn't complain about any workers not showing up. They all left the party with at least one of them. I don't know why they didn't come to you. You should've said something sooner. It's too late now. I can make it up to you though. I can be the one you have." He said, in a calm, seductive, low tone.

"Ok. Come to my hotel now." I replied, and walked back towards the building and waited for my cab. I didn't bother asking him for a ride. I'm not a bum. I have a car. I just didn't want to catch a DUI. 

Talking to DJ Vazquez in hotel bar 

The cab finally arrived and I went directly to the hotel and sat at the bar and waited. He was there within minutes. I ordered a cocktail, and so did he. The bar was about to close, so it would be the last drink that I had for the night. After the drinks, I showed DJ Vazquez where my room was. During the elevator ride, there was complete silence. There was nothing to really talk about. 

Inside the room, the DJ pushed me down on the bed and started giving me a hickey. He immediately pulled out his d**k and started to pound me. My clothes were still on. He pulled my panties to the side and had his way with me. It last for about 3 hours and then he got up, got dressed, and started to leave.

"Where are you going? You can stay!" I yelled.

DJ Vazquez leaving hotel room

"No I have to go home, I have to go to work tomorrow. I have to DJ. I'll call you later." He said, as he walked straight out of the room. I didn't even give him my number! How was he going to call!?

I felt horrible. I knew that I would never hear from him again, and that was the last time that the sex party would exist, so there was no way that I could go back and locate him again. I tried searching for a DJ Vazquez on social media, but I still could not find him. I tried to see if he would be on any local club flyers, but I did not see a DJ Vazquez on any flyer. I got on the computer and wrote a blog about the whole experience. The blog title read:

I Went to A Sex Party, and This is What Happened 

Three weeks later, my phone was still dry, and the blog post only had 1 view. No DJ Vazquez and no El Rico called me. No one called me. I kept searching for another sex party, but I couldn't find one. I couldn't believe that a one night stand with no strings attached was all I got, but that's life. I would've preferred a more long term relationship but hey, it was a sex party - not a dating party. Nothing in the nightmare dream that I had the night before actually happened, but I still felt like the sex party outcome could have been better.

Woman writing blog

A few weeks later, someone, an anonymous user, commented on the blog post. The comment said 

Anonymous user: Don't go to another f*cking sex party, unless you want the same thing to happen. Do you want another one night stand or nah? 

I replied to the comment asking "who is this?", but weeks passed and I got no response. 

One year later 

A whole year passed, it is now 2025, and I did not hear from DJ Vazquez, and it was the last time that I got laid. I later figured out that his first name was Benjamin. However, I stopped searching for him a long time ago. Summer was approaching, and I wanted to go out somewhere. I finally saw the same ad for the same sex party that I had seen last year. The ad read:

Hottest Sex Party in the whole area! Come to the largest, hottest adult party in the nation! Don't miss out! This is an annual event! Fulfill your wildest fantasies! Tickets $50, VIP tickets $100! Performers $200 for a 5 minute slot! Accepting Rap, Reggaeton, and Hip Hop. 

Wow. Whoever was throwing the party wanted to throw it once a year! I clicked on the flyer and it read: 

Hosted by Juan Lopez and music by DJ Antonio.

So apparently it wasn't the same host and DJ as last year. I figured I would find a better guy this time, so I hurried up and purchased a VIP ticket and a $200 slot to perform my new single. 

All guest with VIP ticket receive exclusive access to over 10 adult sex workers in their VIP section, and a two free drinks on the house! 

Last year it was a whole free bottle included. This year it was only two free drinks. Whatever, I didn't care, as long as I got laid. I booked a hotel room at the Waterside Marriott, and prepared to go. I usually don't go to old hotels, but I didn't want to go back to the Moxy. I also never go to the same events twice, but I was so bored, that I wanted to go anyway. The event was less than 24 hours away, and I spent time rehearsing my new single.

The next day, around 5 pm, I checked into the Waterside Marriott. I went to the bar area and had one drink before going back to my room. I laid down for about two hours before taking a shower and getting dressed. I put on a Karl Lagerfeld dress and practiced my new single about 5 more times. I wanted to make sure I was fit to stand in front of the crowd. 

Around 10 Pm, I headed to the party, which was walking distance from the hotel. I didn't even have to take a cab. I was very close by. As I was walking down the street a man and three women approached me.

"Hey you're Oya Obinidodo, aren't you?" The man asked.

"Umm yeah, that's me why what's up!?" I replied.

"OH MY GOD!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! OH MY GOD!!" Yelled the three women. I was so embarrassed. I do not like women, and I couldn't believe that they were screaming over me like they had just seen Justin Bieber or Taylor Swift.

"Can we get your autograph?! I have your CD in my purse!" Yelled one of the women. 

"Yeah I want a picture with you! Can I get a picture?!" Asked one of the other women, as she pulled a copy of 'Not Your Property' out of her bag. Why didn't she have 'The Ruff Owtdowz' ? I thought to myself. She was kind of late, I assumed she brought my album from a nearby record store because 'The Ruff Owtdowz' wasn't even in stores yet. It was only available on my website. 

"I'll sign your CD, but I can't take a picture, I'm sorry." I said. 

The fans immediately looked offended.

"Nevermind, I don't want a picture no more. You ain't all that anyway. And here, take your album back, I shouldn't have brought it." Said the wack fan. I grabbed my CD and put it in my purse. 

I appreciate my fans, but pictures I do not take. I am not gay, and I am not going to take a picture with three women. They could've been bumping p*ssy or something and trying to include me. I'll pass. They started walking away with the man, and they looked like they were headed to the sex party.

Oh Lord. I thought to myself. Now they're about to be at the f*cking party. Why me? 

"That tard ain't getting no recognition." Said one of the ugly fans as she stormed off in anger. 

"Ain't nobody going to the party to see that bum anyway." Said the other ugly fan.

They left me standing there, embarrassed, and I knew that I was going to get bullied at the party. I had no bodyguards, and I was scared. I had already purchased a performance slot, a VIP section, and a hotel. This can't be happening. Some would say that I should've just taken the pic, but I beg to differ. My fans should respect my wishes. They don't make me or break me. How did they know I was performing anyway? I didn't announce it and I wasn't on any flyers. They must've been stalking me. 

After I got inside the party, there were some people half dressed in bikinis and underwear, others were fully dressed. It was a mixture. I asked the host, Juan Lopez, where to go to perform. He pointed to the sign in sheet and asked to see my ticket. There was only three names on the list. He said,

"You'll be performing in an hour, so get ready."

The place was packed, and some people were twerking and others were just standing around looking. Men were throwing ones on some of the twerkers like they were at a strip club. Unbelievable. It was just ratchet. I went to my VIP section and ordered a cocktail. Then I saw the group of women and the same man from earlier that asked for my autograph. One of them pointed directly at me as if to say, "that's her". She had a nasty a** look on her face, and it was one of the gayest facial expressions I had ever seen. I'm glad I didn't take the picture. Yuck. 

I sat in the VIP and waited for my turn to perform my new single. As I was getting ready to perform, 10 male sex workers wearing nothing but underwear, walked over to my section and introduced themselves one by one. I recorded the scene, and posted it to my Instagram Subscriptions only channel. I left the sex workers in the section to go perform my song. 

I recorded the performance, and added it to my Instagram subscriptions, then I went back to the VIP section. "Just 5 minutes of fame for $200? What a rip off", I said to myself. No one even knew the words to the song. I never perform old songs. Only new ones. People don't even have enough time to keep up. They're probably still stuck on my first single 'Blue Sky'. 

After I got back to the section, I took off my dress and I started talking to the sex workers. I wanted to see which one I would take back to the hotel. I didn't want to take all of them, because I didn't have enough money to pay all of them. Besides, they could've been gay, and I don't like gay men.

While I was talking to the sex workers, the three women from earlier walked over to my section by themselves. One of them said "Hey girl". I knew exactly what the h*e wanted. She wanted my sex workers. 

"Why are y'all over here? This ain't y'all section! Get the fu*k out! Y'all mad cuz I don't want a pic?!, and had the nerve to give me back my own album? Hell nah! Get out my section! Y'all ain't getting nan one of these men in here!" I screamed with disgust. I motioned for security to come over immediately, but they were too busy helping another performer. It was obvious that I would be forced to take matters into my own hands. That's when one of the sex workers embarrassed me. 

"You need to hurry up and make a choice madam, before we leave and go with them. We know they have more money than your broke ass. You could barely afford this section. They're pulling off in a Bentley mam. What are you pulling off in? Don't you get a check every month? Or did you get into more debt by swiping one of your platinum cards that you can't even afford to pay back? " Said one of the shirtless hunks. His attitude immediately turned me off. 

"Get the f*ck out of my sight! All of y'all!" I screamed in embarrassment. 

"Yeah, how much is your royalty check? Is it even enough to pay for a drink? " Said another shirtless gay f*g, while laughing like a sadistic monster. 

Them people told all my business! I was furious! I picked up a glass of water and threw it in the male prostitute face. Then I began to pick up a empty glass bottle. Just as I prepared to smash it on the ground, 

"Ahh haa that's why you a bum shorty!" Said another man, as they all got up to exit my section. One of them looked back at me and threw up his middle finger. 

"F*cking Clowns! Uggghhh!" I yelled as I a single tear rolled down my face. 

"Looks like you're the one that ain't getting nan one of these men in here! Ahhh ha!" Said one of the f*g h*es before they all stormed off with the 10 men. 

I had already paid for the event, and I was already forced to delete the footage of the sex workers off of my Instagram subscriptions. After the argument, the content was flagged for removal by Instagram. I was so humiliated, that I even took down the stage performance. 

By that time, I didn't even want anyone to even know that attended the event, and I didn't care about the money that was lost. I just wanted to leave and go back to my hotel. I didn't even want to get laid anymore. The men were too d*mn money hungry and superficial - like me, and I'm a female. They acted like the gold digging prostitutes that they were. They had left me standing there in shame. I couldn't afford them. I expected them to go with the flow, not embarrass me publicly. I went back to my hotel room alone, took off my wig, and began to cry.