Terror Firsthand #38: The Westside

 ©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: The Westside 

The next day, I decided to check out of the Blue Roof Motel and go to LA to the Pink Jewels Hotel like GD6Star insisted. I deleted my escort ads and steered clear of those websites. At 12 pm, I texted GD6Star and told him I was there. I checked to see if the video on XxxAzzNTits.Net was still there, and it was gone. I was happy but sick at the same time. Too many creeps had already downloaded the file. 

GD6Star texted me back and told me to go to room 801. He was on the 8th floor and my room was on the 2nd. I freshened up a bit and went to his room. He was in there by himself, dressed in all white, smoking the fattest marijuana blunt I had ever saw. He had a black bandana around his head and a pit bull running around with one too. 

"Hi, love. How are you?" He asked.

"I'm fine. What made you hit me up?" I asked.

"I liked your style. Come with me." He said.

Then he walked me into a room that had a recording studio in it. It was nice. 

"Let's make a song." He insisted.

"Oh I don't know. I don't make music with other people." I replied.

Then he cut on an instrumental and told me to go to the mic and rap over it. He passed the marijuana blunt to me and then I went in there. After I recorded my verse and the hook, he recorded his. 

"The name of this song is called Pimping Bacc In Style by GD6Star featuring Bleu Diamond." He said. I told him I didn't want to use my real rap name.

"Okay. That's it?" I asked.

"Yeah that's it. I'm going to master it and then you and I are going to record a music video. You can go back to your room and wait until it's mastered or you can wait here. It will only take 15-30 minutes." Said, GD6Star.

"I'll just wait here." I said. I just wanted to keep smoking.

He asked me did I want anything to drink or did I want something to eat. I told him I was hungry. He handed me the room service menu and I ordered crab dip and tortilla chips, and a bottle of champagne. I waited for the food while he was mastering the song. 

"Do you have anything to wear for the video?" He asked.

"Yes, I have a bunch of new clothes with tags on them. I'm a rapper too ya know." I Said.

"Oh yeah. I don't know why I asked. Go ahead and go get your clothes and come back." He said.

By that time, I was getting turned on by his power. I took the elevator back to my room and stuffed all of my new clothes and shoes into a duffel bag and then went back to room 801. My food had arrived.

"Do you want some crab dip? I can't eat all of this by myself!" I said.

"No my love. I already ate before you came. After you eat, go take a shower and get dressed. Do you want me to call the make-up artist or are you going to do all of that yourself?" He asked.

"Nah that's okay I don't f*ck with make-up artist anymore. I stopped f*cking with them years ago." I stated, truthfully. 

I started eating my food and then my phone rang. It was an unrecognizable 202 number. I definitely did not answer it. Who the f*ck would be calling me from DC? I don't know anyone there. The number called five more times and then I answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"So you in Cali now huh?" Said Big Ski. I hung up the f*cking phone.

"Is everything okay?" Asked GD6Star.

"No everything is not okay. This nigga from Milwaukee keep calling me. He tried to pimp me out. I'm scared of him. He might come to Cali and blow my head off! He's very dangerous!" I screamed. 

"Who are you talking about? Is it Big Ski?" He asked.

"Yeah how did you know?" I asked.

"I saw that Get On Yo Knees podcast." He said.

"Oh. Well I'm not trying to get with Big Ski bruh. Like for real." I said.

"Don't worry you're in safe hands. I'm not going to let Big Ski scare you aight?" Said GD6Star.

"Have you ever thought about going to Chicago?" I asked.

"No my love. I'm not leaving the west coast." He said.

"So you've never been to the East Coast?" I asked.

"No I have not." He said. "Now go ahead and finish eating so we can get this music video started." 

I finished eating the crab dip and tortilla chips and then I went to take a shower. While I was in the shower, GD6Star walked in completely naked and got inside. Then he bent me over from behind and started pounding me out. First he started off slow then he got faster. It lasted for about 9 minutes and then he came. After that, he washed himself off and then got out of he shower, leaving me in there. I finished bathing and then dried myself off. I put on a white bathrobe and started doing my hair and makeup. 

GD6Star walked back into the bathroom and said,

"Put on a bathing suit. The first scene is in the hot tub." He said. A few minutes later, his camera crew arrived. He was much fancier than me. I didn't have that. 

I put on a brand new Calvin Klein bathing suit. It was the only bathing suit I had. He was wearing Calvin Klein swim shorts. He took me out to the balcony and told me to get in the hot tub with the bottle of champagne. The scene reminded me of the scene I had did at the lodge on the east coast. The camera crew zoomed in on me grinding on top of GD6Star inside the hot tub, while I was rapping my hook. 

"Pimping bacc in style. If you a real one gone head and get down.

Pimping bacc in style. Pimps making bi*ches hit the corner to sell their ass right now...... " 

After that scene was over Big Ski walked in with 6 half naked prostitutes. Big Ski dapped GD6Star up like they were close friends. Big Ski looked at me and shook his head. 

"Nigga you need to kick that lame out just for turning on me. She should know better. I'm connected all over this entire country. She know damn well I'm more powerful than her lil ass." Said Big Ski to GD6Star.

I was extremely mad by that point. I did not want to be in the same video as those funky ass strippers and Big Ski knew it. The next scene started and the strippers started shaking their asses. 

"Keep rapping. Don't stop!" Said GD6Star, while the camera zoomed in on me for the hook and the second verse. 

"Cut! I don't want to be in the video with these scandalous broads. Nigga that ain't my f*cking style!" I said to GD6Star. 

"You don't have a choice. We already recorded the song and started the video. What's a song about pimping without hoes in the video? Come on, be realistic! Keep rapping!" GD6Star demanded.

"Why don't you find someone else?! What the f*ck?!" I yelled. Then the music stopped and the hoes stopped dancing. GD6Star walked over to me and turned evil.

"Listen you wack bi*ch. You are going to keep rapping and we are going to finish this video! I'm not cancelling anything!" He said, while choking me. Then he loosened his grip. 

"Will I get paid? Why are you making me do this? This s*it is lame!" I said with anger.

"Worry about the money after you finish doing your fu*king job." Said GD6Star. I was afraid of him so I just went on with the flow.

"Action!" He said. The music cut back on and the strippers started shaking their asses in a thong again.

"Pimping bacc in style. If you a real one gone head and get down.

Pimping bacc in style. Pimps making bi*ches hit the corner to sell their ass right now......" 

I continued rapping .

I hated GD6Star. I hated Big Ski and Daddy Leroy. I hated Marcus Goldman. I hated Big Rutabaga. I hated all those Las Vegas niggas too. I hated Mevin Died Heaven. I hated Dinero Marc and Lil Ed. I hated Nuela. I hated Kingston Rasta Bwoy. I hated Ghana Bwoy. I hated Armando. I hated DJ Vazquez. I hated alot of fake ass niggas, and GD6Star was no different. 

GD6Star 'Pimping Bacc In Style' music video shoot in Los Angeles 

The video shoot lasted another two hours and then it was over. Those strippers started powdering their noses right in front of me. I headed towards the door after the camera crew left.

"Where do you think you're going?" GD6Star asked.

"I'm going back to my room." I said. 

"I'll go with you." Big Ski said.

"Big Ski no way! Not after Jamaica Rosenberg!" I can't f*ck with you!" I screamed in agony.

I did not want Big Ski to try to f*ck. 

"Well stay your ass in the room with GD6Star then until he tell you to leave." Big Ski demanded.

Then he dapped GD6Star up and said,

"Nigga I'm going on another podcast. I'll catch up with you later."  Then he glanced at me with an evil glare and walked out of the room. 

After Big Ski left, so did the strippers because they left with him. They moved like a family. I then took another shower and GD6Star hopped in and pounded me out again like he did before the shoot. Then he said,

"Here. You deserve this." While handing me a stack of ones. 

"How much is this?" I asked.

"That's $1,000." He said.

"Thank you GD6Star!" I yelled, like fan. I wasn't a fan. 

"You can go back to your room now, unless you wanna go for a round three." He stated.

"I'll go for a round three." I said. 

I hopped in GD6Star's bed and let him pound me out for another 30 minutes. Then I swallowed some more champagne and went to sleep. He didn't even sleep in the bed with me. He actually left and went somewhere and left me in there alone until the next morning. 

The next morning around 10 am, GD6Star walked back in. I was in the bathroom washing my face when he walked in and said, 

"There's more money where that came from." 

I felt like a slave. GD6Star was obviously rich, and slaving me for a thousand dollars. I was poor so I told him okay.

"Oh yeah?" I said.

"Yeah. I like your brown skin. I like your body. I'm not scared to say it." He said. 

Then he bent me over in the bathroom on the toilet and started pounding me out again. 

"You gone get that money for me huh?" He said, while f*cking the sh*t out of me.

"Yeeeeeeaaa. Iiiiiiii willlllllll." I said, while moaning at the same time.

After about 5 minutes he stopped. Then he told me to go over to Rodeo Drive to go shopping.

"I'm sorry GD6Star, but $1,000 is not enough for Rodeo Drive. What you expect me to get with that? A pair of underwear!? I need more like $10,000." I said, truthfully.

"Listen my love. You're going to have to make some more music or sell some pu*sy to get that. I ain't even going to lie. I can't just give you all my money. You have to earn it, like everyone else." He said.

"So what do you want me to do?" I asked. 

"Listen. How about you go down to the fashion district and find some clothes you can afford with what I gave you, and then call me when you're ready. Okay?" He said. 

"Should I pay for the room again? Or can I stay with you?" I asked.

"I guess you can stay. But don't start complaining if I have guests. If that's going to be a problem for you then you might as well stay in your own suite." He said. "Now hurry up and go shopping. And get your nails done too. They look broke." 

"Nigga I don't do nail salons. I don't wear nail polish bruh." I stated.

"The f*ck you mean you don't wear nail polish!? You about to get in another video and you wanna look that bummy?" Said GD6Star. 

"I'm sorry. I just don't like it. It just ain't my style." I stated, honestly.

"Can't you at least put a clear coat on or something? Damn! Why you gotta be so complicated?" He asked.

"Nah I don't want no clear coat bruh. I don't want to step foot inside those salons. I don't go to hair salons either!" I yelled.

"Well buy a bottle of nail polish from the beauty store and do your own sh*t then!" He said.

"Nigga you obviously do not watch my channel. It says all over the place that I don't wear nail polish. Come on bruh. Cut me some slack! Let me be myself!" I screamed, while a tear formed in my eye.

"I don't think this is going to work out. You need to be flyer than that!" He said. "Stop being a tomboy!"

"Aight nigga. I'll be in my own suite then. Call me if you change your mind. I'm not wearing that sh*t bruh." I said, and walked out of the door, knowing I was missing out on more money, just because I didn't want to go to the nail salon. I didn't care. I didn't want GD6Star to change me. Asking me to wear nail polish is like asking me to be gay. It ain't happening. 

After I left his suite, I went back to my suite and then fed Big C. Then I checked out of the Pink Jewels Hotel. Then I hopped in my Tesla and drove to Rodeo Drive. I had never been before, I just knew I didn't have enough money to be there. I started walking up and down Rodeo. I didn't see that many black people but I did see a rapper riding down the street in a drop top, filming a music video with a camera attached to the car, and a bunch of hispanic bikini models dancing inside the car. 

I immediately started feeling bad. I pulled out a mason jar out of my messenger bag and sat down in front of the Balenciaga store and started begging. I held out my mason jar and said,

"Can you give me a $1?" To every single person that walked pass. 

"Do you have a dollar to spare mam?" 

"Do you have a dollar to spare sir? I'm from the East Coast and I need enough money to get back and I'm hungry..... Please help." I begged.

"Hey... You're Oya Obinidodo! I saw you on Get On Yo Knees and Petrified City! I heard your new song 'Blasting Thru Yo Speaker'!" One girl said while walking past me with a group of friends. They were all wearing high designer fashion. 

I was so embarrassed. 

"I just need a dollar. Can you help?" I asked the rich fan.

The rich fan put a $5 bill inside the mason jar and walked away.

"I can't believe she's out here like that! That's f*cked up!" I heard the fan say to her friends while walking off down the street with several fancy designer shopping bags. 

After the fan left, I covered my face with a scarf and then moved to another corner. I sat there all day and begged until I made $200. Some people gave my dog food and water too. I then got up and walked to my Tesla around the corner, and drove back to the Pink Jewels Hotel around 7 pm. I sat in the hotel parking garage and waited for GD6Star to call me, but he never did.