Terror Firsthand #47: Pimping Ain't Easy For Real

 ©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 anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Pimping Ain't Easy For Real 

The next day, I moved my ad up on Escorts4U.Com. I started my day off with wake and bake, like I usually do. I still did not receive any phone calls or texts from any potential clients. I ended up deleting my account on TryEscorts.Net. I didn't want to wait 14 days to be verified. Their monthly fee was too high. I am sure I wouldn't meet a straight man on there anyways, so I didn't want to waste my time anymore. 

After that, I fixed some shrimp tacos and went hiking around the campground. I took Big C to the dog park to let him run around. Then I went back to my campsite and started looking for something else to do. I talked to GD6Star again on the phone, and he was still playing games. 

While on the phone with Jametreis, he asked me was I into filming porn and asked me did I want to make one. I told him that I didn't have enough lighting equipment and that my budget was too tight to buy it. I told him that the quality would be poor without the special lighting equipment and that it wouldn't be a good idea. He said okay. Then he asked me for a sexy picture and I told him no. He accused me of talking to other men. I told him the truth and said that I was talking to other men but not actually f*cking them. Then I asked him when would I get to see him again, and then he said that I would have to wait even longer for him to fly me back out to California because he was too busy. I told him okay and got off the phone.

I didn't try to look for anymore male escorts online. They were all gay and bi, and they're not getting any straighter. Just like the day before, another male gigaglo once again hit me up. I don't know his name. I only remember by the nude picture he sent me. He had tattoos all over his body and his d*ck was extremely huge. He was in shape. I deleted the picture off of my phone because I didn't want to fantasize over someone I wouldn't actually meet. He only texted me because I had hit him up the day before. After I asked him if he was straight, he said he was bi. 

Then after I asked the escort how much for an hour of his time, he told me a high price and a far location. He was actually in Tuscan and not in Phoenix like I thought. I texted the male escort and said that I would drive to Tuscan if he gave me a discount. He didn't respond. I didn't get to see the escort, and I ended up spending the night alone. 

It's not alot of male escorts in the area, and I usually see the same ol gay ads with the same men in them every single day- no one new. It's not a lot of options, and that sucks. 

I decided to just eat some popcorn and watch a black dating show on my smart TV. On one channel, I saw a bunch of different famous male rappers trying to find one woman out of 20 different women, on each episode. On another channel, I saw a bunch of women in Miami trying to find a man. I immediately became more aware of how hard it is to find love.

After the dating shows went off, I went on EventSite.Com to see if I could find an event to go to. I found a ticket to one, but I figured it wouldn't be worth it to spend all that money on a hotel, drinks, and a cab. It's always something.

I can't just drive my own car to a nightclub because I am going to be drinking alcohol. I have to get a room and pay for the designated driver from the hotel to the club and then from the club back to the hotel in order to avoid a criminal charge. I decided that it wouldn't be worth the money, and cancelled my ticket. I'm not going to meet anyone there, and people might be lying on my character and making me look like a twerker. I don't twerk and I don't dance inside the club. This is 2024, not 2017. I don't get down like that. I don't show gays and strangers my ass and I certainly don't shake my ass around them. I know better than to do that if I'm not gay. 

I eventually became angry. More isolation, abstinence, and boredom was being forced on me against my will. I couldn't find anything entertaining or exciting to do. I ended up calling a psychic, whose name has been changed to Abdullah Mohammad. 

Abdullah Mohammad told me not to tell anyone about the details of the secret conversation I had with with him and I didn't. I ended up writing about it instead. Basically what he told me was that I am a good person, despite my outside appearance. He said that I do a lot of good for people, but when I need them to do good for me, they never do. 

Then Abdullah Mohammed told me that people were extremely jealous of me and that there are a lot of evil eyes watching me every day. He asked me if I was in a relationship and I told him that I was trying to be and that I was already talking to someone, but I'm not in one officially. He didn't say anything bad about the person, but he did say that there is too much black magic being put on me, and that it will get in the way of me being in a happy relationship. I confessed to Abdullah that I used to do black magic myself. He said that it had nothing to do with the black magic that others were putting on me. 

Everything that Abdullah Mohammad told me sounded truthful. He said that the black magic will last with me forever and that it is irreversible without his help. He then proceeded to inform me that I had to pay more money for him to reverse the black magic curse. I told him I didn't have it and he ended the call. I didn't want to get scammed, so I didn't pay him to reverse the curse. He was a very expensive psychic, like most psychics are. 

After I got off the 10 minute call with Abdullah Mohammad, I said a few prayers and then lit an offeratory patchouli candle. I had already charged the candle under the moonlight the day before, and then I fixed the candle with cinnamon, sage, and rosemary. I put the remaining herbs inside of a $20 bill and wrote the words Santa Muerte on the bill. I folded the bill up with the herbs inside and placed the offeratory candle on top of the bill. The candle will burn for 7 days.