Terror Firsthand #17: Back To Jamaica

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional short story 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: Back to Jamaica 

When I got to Portland, I felt sick to my stomach, like I always feel. I checked in at the Golden Tree cabin around 1 pm. I purchased a beat online called 'Big Fans' and wrote a track for it. I ordered some new equipment, recorded the track, and started rehearsing the song, so that I would be prepared for the music video. I really hated Oya Negra Capone and all of her stinky cult-like followers. They were the scum of the earth! While in the cabin making a cheesecake, my phone rang. It was Kingston Rasta Bwoy.

"Hello, you have a collect phone call from Kingston Rasta Bwoy in the Miami correctional institution, do you accept?" The automated tone asked. 

"Yes." I replied.

"One moment while I connect you." Said the system.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Yeah this is Kingston Rasta Bwoy, before you hang up, I want to say that I'm sorry. I didn't mean for all of that stuff to take place. I am really, really, really sorry. I didn't mean to...." Said Kingston Rasta Bwoy while crying. He was crying like a f*cking baby on the phone. 

"I understand." I said.

Then he started acting like he was better than me. 

"I forgive you." I said.

"You really need to make better decisions. You can't keep blaming men for all of your problems. You should really think about keeping your legs closed." He said, in an arrogant tone. I hung up the phone. 

"Imma block that stank motherf*cker if he call me again." I said out loud. 

I ate a slice of cheesecake and watched the news. I didn't recognize any of the faces on there this time. I cut the TV back off and posted an ad on FindVideoModels.Com and FindMovieActors.com. I didn't know if there were any models or actors nearby that wanted to be in my films. 

I knew nothing about Oregon. I just knew that it mostly consisted of white people, and I used to play a game called Oregon Trail when I was a kid. It was one of my favorite computer games at school. There is a more recent version of the game on the market that I didn't know existed until today. Anyway, I placed two ads. The ads read:

Need 2 male models for new music video 

Need actors for new horror movie 

The next day, I received a response for the music video models. One actor named Jimmy contacted me and another guy named Roberto.

"Just two responses?" I said out loud. The more the better.

I sent Jimmy a message of the location of where to meet me and also sent the same message to Roberto. They both said that they'll be there. After that, 3 more men replied, and I sent them all the same message with the casting call meeting location. The casting call was set for next week, just two weeks before I leave for Jamaica. I sat around the cabin cooking, cleaning, swimming, hiking, writing, playing with my dog, and fishing. 

On casting call day, 5 men arrived. 

"Hi, guys I'm going to need you to take a number and when I call your number please come to the back for a interview." I said to the group. I handed each one a number.

"Number 4!" I said out loud to the group. His name was Jimmy. 

"Hi, I'm Jim, nice to meet you." He said. 

"So Jim, what I'm going to need you to do is I'm going to need you for a scene in a music video. All you have to do in the scene is dance to the music and bop your head. Can you do that?" I asked.

"Sure, I can do that." He said. I cut on the song for the music video. 

"Great. Take off your shirt and spin around for me." I said. He started spinning around and took off his shirt. 

"Good, good, now take off your pants and bop your head!" I said.

With Jimmy in casting call office 

He took of his pants and bopped his head. Then he walked over to me and started kissing me and touching me inappropriately. I wanted to tell him stop, but I didn't. A few minutes later, I was completely nude. My song had went off and I was in the room having sex with Jim. 

"Ahhhhh!" He moaned. 

I didn't moan. I'm pretty sure the other men were in the waiting room getting restless. Jimmy was banging me out so hard that the table fell over. That's when one of the men came to the door and knocked on it. I told Jim to get off of me so that I could put my clothes back on and tend to the other men. He did. 

"You got the role! I'll see you next Saturday at noon!" I said, as I scheduled the 'Big Fans' video shoot for then. 

Jimmy put his clothes back on and exited the office. I ran to the bathroom to freshen up. I took a swish of mouth wash, brushed my teeth, and took a quick rinse with bath wipes and sprayed perfume on. Then I sprayed the room with air freshener. I then walked back to the door and called for the next guy.

"Number 3!" I said out loud. The guy holding the number 3 came into the office.

"Hi my name is Roberto Gutierrez. How are you?" He asked.

"I'm great." I replied. 

"All you have to do in the video is dance to the music and bop your head. Can you do that?" I asked, like I did number 4. 

"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem." Roberto replied. I cut the song on.

"Take off your clothes and spin around." I said.

"Ummm... I don't think I wanna do all that. My wife might not want to see." He said. 

"This is a rap music video Roberto, not a date with your wife. If you can't get loose, I don't think you'd be a good fit." I replied. He took his shirt off and pants and started spinning around. 

"Good, Roberto, now take off your underwear!" I said. He had a wedding band on his ring finger.

"I'm not taking off my underwear, unless you suck my di*k."  He replied. Now he was just getting bold and disrespectful. Then he tried to grab my head and force me. I pushed his hand off.

"B*tch suck my d*ck!" He commanded, as he grabbed my head forced it on to his private parts. 

Roberto Gutierrez made me perform oral on him for about 5 minutes. There were three other guys still in the waiting area. There was a TV out there with a movie playing, and snacks to keep them occupied. I was sickened by him. All I wanted, was to cast him for a music video.

"What do you think your funky wife will think about that? I caught you on tape!" I said. I didn't really have a hidden camera. He grabbed me the throat like the late Nuela had previously did and said, 

"B*tch if you tell my wife about this I will find you and break your freaking neck b*tch!" He said, and then loosened his grip, put his clothes back on, and walked out of the office. 

Of course, he didn't get the role. I rushed into the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I felt gay. I didn't mean to suck that yucky married man off. He made me. I decided not to ask any of the other men to take off their clothes. I decided that I'll just use Jimmy for the video and I told the other three men to go home. I left the casting office and drove back to the cabin, where I sat until Saturday.

Saturday finally came, and it was the day of the 'Big Fans' music video shoot. I went to the studio and waited for Jimmy to show up. He never came. I started shooting the video by myself. After I was done, I sent it off to be edited. I left the studio and went back to the cabin, where I started packing for Jamaica. My trial was now less than one week away. I called Jimmy's phone, but his number was disconnected. I then realized that I would never see him again. I left the cabin in Portland and started driving back towards Miami.