Terror Firsthand #48: In The Heat Of The Moment

 ©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, explicit sexual content 

Terror Firsthand: In The Heat of The Moment

Outside in Phoenix talking to Xavier on phone 

I woke up earlier than usual. GD6Star texted me but he was still putting me on the back burner in the text messages. So I texted a male gigolo as soon as I awakened. He said he was available, gave me a high number, and then I called him. He was in Mesa actually, not Phoenix. 

"Hi, what's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Xavier." He replied. 

I decided to change his name to Xavier, to protect the man's identity. I'm not trying to be disrespectful towards anyone's real name. 

"Oh okay." I replied.

"So what are some of your interest and how old are you?" Xavier asked.

"Well, I like smoking pot and I'm a recording artist. I rap. I'm 30 something." I replied.

"What's your rap name?" The man asked.

"Oya Obinidodo." I replied. I didn't say Bleu Diamond and I didn't mention the Pimping Bacc In Style song.

"So whose your favorite female rapper?" I asked Xavier.

"I like all of them. I don't really have a favorite one." He stated.

"Are you scared of dogs?" I asked him. "Because I have a dog." I continued.

"Yeah I kinda am." He said.

"Well it's okay because my dog doesn't bite unless you're a bad person." I replied. 

I didn't want to leave Big C behind. I was afraid that by time I got to hotel, he would refuse to go inside. Sometimes he will run away of he doesn't want to be somewhere. Like I said a long time ago, he's only trying to protect me. 

"So what do you want to do when I see you? Do you want to go out somewhere?" Xavier inquired.

"I was thinking about taking my dog to the dog breweries. There's a few of them around and I've never been to one actually." I replied.

"What's a dog brewery? Is a place where they let your dog run around outside?" He asked.

"It's a bar that allows you to bring a dog inside." I replied.

"Oh. That sounds neat." He said.

"So I'm going to get the room at the Blue Roof Motel because it's all I can afford. Will that work for you?" I asked.

"Sure. I can meet you there." He said.

"How does 9 pm sound. Will that work?" I asked.

"Sure that will work." Xavier said.

"Do you mind if I test you for STDS. I'm not saying that you have one or anything it's just a routine protocol for this type of meeting." I said.

"Sure you can test me all you want! I don't have any diseases because I was tested in prison. I just got out!" Xavier explained.

"How long were you in there?" I asked. "Was it in Arizona?" 

"Yes it was in Arizona and I was in there for 7 years." He replied.

"Wow! That's a really long time!" I said.

"Yeah it was. So can you send me a picture?" He asked.

"Are you on social media? I'll send you the link to where my pictures are." I stated.

"No I'm not on social media. I just got out of prison. Just send me a picture." Xavier requested.

I sent Xavier the picture. 

"You look good." He said.

"Thank you." I replied.

"So do you drink or smoke?" I asked. I needed to know, because I do. 

"Yeah I do a little." Xavier said.

"What do you drink?" I questioned.

"I drink any kind of tequila, especially Don Julio." He said. He mentioned another kind, but I couldn't pronounce it.

"Oh that's good. Well I'm about to smoke a blunt and record a new song. I'll call you went I'm on my way to the Blue Roof." I said.

"Ok. See you at 9." Xavier said, and hung up the phone. 

I really did not want to be at the f*cking Blue Roof. I would have rather been at the Triple Tree, the Glitzy Ritzy, or the Two Seasons. I hated Blue Roof more than I hated the Hoe-tel Six and the Efficiency Lodge. I couldn't afford a more luxury spot. Big Ski was still deceased and I was on my own, trying to protect myself. 

After I got off the phone with Xavier, I fixed mussels, scallops, and clams with a non alcoholic Pina colada margarita, and then went hiking around the campsite for 5 long miles. After that, I checked the mail and received a letter from the doctor that I had seen a few weeks prior. I had an annual checkup. In the letter they had the wrong mental health diagnosis on there. It said that my diagnosis was bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. That is not true. I am not a bipolar schizophrenic. That's disgusting. My true diagnosis is major depression, generalized anxiety, and Post traumatic stress disorder. 

I was disgusted with the letter from Blue Cross Blue Healed and threw it in the trash. They got me all in their system looking more sick in the head than I really am. I tried calling the office during office hours, but I got the answer machine. I didn't get to speak to anyone over the phone. I became extremely humiliated by the misdiagnoses and the mistake that they put in their system. 

By time 9 pm came, I texted the gigaglo back and asked him was he ready to see me. I received a reply 45 minutes later. He said that he was busy working and that he wouldn't be able to see me until 11 pm. I didn't reply. I told myself that I would just wait until 11 pm to see if he says anything else. 

At 11pm, the gigaglo text back and said that he was on his way. I drove to Mesa and then stopped by the liquor store. When I went inside, there was a tasting going on. I drank three shots of three different drinks and then brought a bottle of gold rum instead. I drove to the Blue Roof Motel, checked in, and then fixed myself a glass of rum. 

I posted some exclusive content to my Instagram subscriptions and then I text the gigaglo back and asked him if he wanted something to drink, and he said no. I sat around and waited for the gigaglo to arrive. I knew that if he didn't show up, I would have an extremely hard time finding a replacement. 

I didn't hear back from the gigaglo that I had originally made an arrangement with so I contacted another one. The new guy said he would be at my hotel within an hour. He sounded nice. His name has been changed to Romeo. After that, someone else that I contacted named Rob called me back and said that he could see me when he gets off work at 2 am. So far, I only had two gigolos lined up.

Romeo arrived at my hotel later that night. Xavier never called back. I wore black lingerie and a purple see-through dress. I talked to him for about an hour and even tested him for HIV. The test came back negative. While Romeo was in my hotel room, GD6Star texted me and said he was ready to fly me back to Cali tomorrow. I told him okay. 

After about an hour of small talk, I took my purple dress off and Romeo started massaging me. After the sensual massage, he started eating my p*ssy. Then he took off his underwear and I started sucking his d*ck. After about 20 minutes of foreplay, he stuck his d*ck in me.

"Mmmmmm...." I moaned.

"You feel so good....." He said, while stroking me slowly.

"You feel good too!" I said, while moaning.

Romeo stroked me slowly and then started pounding me faster and faster until he came. After he nutted, he stuck it back in and stroked me some more.

"Ahhhhh...." I moaned.

Romeo f*cked me again for about 10 minutes and then asked me,

"Do you want to take a break?" 

"Yeah I wanna take a break." I replied. 

After that, he pulled his d*ck out and I saw the semen leaking out. I then smoked a blunt and poured a third glass of rum and then laid next to him in the bed. I thought about GD6Star, and how he didn't know that I had just f*cked another nigga. The other gigaglo named Rob that got off work at 2 am texted me back after I f*cked Romeo and said that he was too tired and wanted to see me tomorrow. I messaged back and said, 

Just hit me up when you're free.

I'm glad Romeo showed up. He was a real companion. I didn't have as hard of a time replacing the no-shows, liars, and workaholics as I thought I would.