Terror Firsthand #74: The Grandiose Make-up Bar

 ©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, sexual content 

Terror Firsthand: The Grandiose Make-up Bar 

Image of Tyrone Givens killer leaving salon

The next day, I saw Tyrone Givens on the news. He had been burned alive inside of the hair salon.

"Tyrone Givens has been pronounced deceased after being burned alive. Someone walked into The Grandiose Hair Studio, forced Givens into the back room, poured gasoline on him and lighter fluid, and threw a match at him." Said the reporter.

"That sounds like what they did to Tremaine Jaquarious Eaton back in Atlanta!" I said. 

"No one knows why Givens was burned and the killer is still on the loose. Tyrone Givens fiance Molly Washington was murdered just one day prior to the attack. The suspect was wearing blue jeans, and a red hoodie. If anyone has a lead on this crime, please call the crime line." The reporter continued.

Welp. The stupid hair salon didn't even last one day! That was the end of The Grandiose Hair Studio and the end of Tyrone Givens ambitions, and the end of gay ass Molly Washington. What's next? 

"39 year old Sebastian Gustavo was found dead in his prison cell earlier this morning. Gustavo killed himself, after learning that his father was murdered inside of prison, for having sex with a transgender man." Said the reporter.

"F*ck Sebastian Gustavo!" I screamed.

"In other news, The Bougie Lash Bar owner Geraldine Lassiter in Atlanta Georgia's new reality series is set to air this Tuesday at 6pm!" Said a different reporter. 

I didn't know what to do anymore. I sat around the remote campsite in Nebraska and did nothing all day. I was too scared to reach out to anyone, because of people's nastiness and racism towards me. It just doesn't stop. The coast in never clear. Incest Gang will always hate me! Incest Gang will never, ever support me! 

I turned on the TV and watched a hood vlog about a person buying The Grandiose Hair Studio in Norfolk.

"My name is Amina DuPont, and I am going to buy The Grandiose Hair Studio and turn it into The Grandiose Make-up Bar! I'm one step away from getting my Day Spa Alcohol License! Then I will serve alcohol to my clients! The makeup bar will open in 5 days! I'm so excited and my husband Henry DuPont is excited with me!" Said the happy looking hoe. 

Why were those funky motherf*ckers always on TV? And why couldn't I find something else to watch!?

After that, Amina DuPont got in her car and drove to a nearby hair salon called First Street Hair. Then she sent an undercover inside of the salon to spy on them. The undercover got back in the car and told Amina DuPont, who was a snitch, that bootleg alcohol was being served in there without a liquor license. After she snitched, First Street Hair salon was shut down. She felt like she had accomplished something by getting one of her competitors out of the way. She got so addicted to snitching, that she couldn't stop. She never got on TV and told anyone. I went to First Street Hair's Instagram and saw a clip of the owner, Beatrice Nothings, yelling on Instagram live.

Anima DuPont got on TV and played the clip from her competitor and pretended to not know anything.

"Yeah I know one of y'all stinky ratchet bit*hes snitched on me! I do y'all hair and this the thanks I get!? I make sure y'all feeling pretty and looking good and y'all go and snitch on some bootleg liquor! Fu*k you hoes! If I find out who did this imma beat yo ass on sight! Y'all didn't have to snitch on me! Y'all could've just went to another salon!" Screamed Beatrice Nothings on IG live.

"Now what am I supposed to do!? Where am I supposed to find a job you f*cking rat bi*ches!" Beatrice cried. Tears wouldn't stop pouring down her face.

"All she had to do was apply for a license. Poor girl. I want to reach out to her!" Said Amina DuPont, while being fake for the vlog. 

Amina DuPont needed a new cosmetologist and wanted all of Beatrice Nothings customers. Amina then sent Beatrice a email, asking her to come work for The Grandiose Make-up Bar. Beatrice Nothings was desperate, and accepted.

"Hi nice to meet you! Thank you for letting me work here, I really need a job!" Said Beatrice to Amina DuPont.

"You're welcome! Were opening in a few days so I'm going to show you everything you need to know." Said Amina DuPont. Three more women showed up to the salon for training after that.

A few days later, I watched another Amina DuPont vlog.

Beatrice Nothings was in the middle of doing a clients makeup, when the other three MUAS were in the back talking about her.

"Yeah that's the bi*ch that lost her salon. She was in there getting everybody drunk without a liquor license. Stupid hoe." Said one of them, whose name was Shannon Backstory. 

The other two started laughing at Beatrice, while drinking a margarita. I assumed they didn't drive. How could they drink on the job?

"Hey y'all, let's be fake to that bit*h. Let's be as fake as we can. Let's bully and abandon her every day until she loses her cool or gets fired or something." Said Shannon Backstory, the ring leader.

"Yeah I'm in." Said the other MUA, Vanessa Rosenberg.

"Rosenburgs are very fake." I said outloud, while watching.

"I'm in too. I don't like that ratchet bi*ch. She can't even keep a man!" Said the other one, Lil Priya. 

Then they toasted each other and then left out of the room. Beatrice Nothings was still in the middle of doing makeup for a client when her boyfriend walked in the shop handing her flowers, and kissing her on the cheek.

Vanessa and Lil Priya, walked to the back in the break room to talk about it. Shannon had a new client to tend to.

"Girl Beatrice got a man!? I can't believe it? She was all on IG crying like she ain't have nobody! Now I hate her even more." Said Lil Priya.

"Girl I am going to f*ck the sh*t out of her fine ass man! Imma find out where he works and get him in my bed. I want him to leave that b*tch for me. I wanna see her face crying again!" Said Vanessa, while laughing hysterically. Both of them walked back out of the room. 

Vanessa walked back over to Beatrice. Her boyfriend had left. 

"Girl who was that? Those flowers are so cute!" Asked Vanessa.

"That's my man girl. His name is Pancho Gustavo." Said Beatrice.

Poor Beatrice. She had told those fake bi*ches everything they needed to know. 

"Gustavo? Ain't that the nigga that robbed the old hair salon?" Asked Vanessa.

"Girl, they are not related. My Gustavo don't know that man." Said Beatrice, as her client got up to look in the mirror. Then her client paid her and left the salon.

"Oh. I was getting ready to say. Y'all look cute together." Said Vanessa.

"Girl he is really cute!" Said Lil Priya. "And thoughtful too." 

"Thanks y'all. We're going out to eat tonight. We're going to Hell's Kitchen for dinner. I can't wait!" Said Beatrice, as dumb as they come. She ain't have no business telling them that.

"Girl that sounds fun. I bet he going to pound that pu*sy out too!" Said Lil Priya, trying to sound funny.

"Girl watch yo mouth!" Said Beatrice while laughing. 

After the shop closed, Lil Priya and Vanessa stalked Beatrice and sat outside of the Hell's Kitchen, waiting for her and her boyfriend to get out of the car. They stayed parked outside until they finished having dinner and followed them all the way to Beatrice's boyfriends house. Obviously they didn't live together. They had Beatrice's home address on the salons employment file. 

The next morning, Lil Priya and Vanessa followed Pancho Gustavo all the way to his job. He worked at a Costco warehouse. Then they went to work. They walked to the back of the salon, where the break room was, while Beatrice wasn't there yet.

"Girl how did it go? Did you fu*k Pancho yet?" Asked Shannon Backstory. 

"Girl no. Not that quick. I only found out where he works. I don't know how to get to him. Soon he gets off work, he's with Beatrice's stinky ass. It's like their together every day or something." Said Vanessa.

"Damn girl. You gotta catch him when he ain't with that b*tch! Girl why don't you just message him on Instagram from a fake account and see if he reply? Don't show your face. Maybe he will reply. See if you can get him to meet you some kind of way! In the mean time, imma try to steal this bit*h clients and make them sit in my chair and not hers." Said Shannon Backstory, while walking to the front reception desk.

"Hi, I'm here to see Beatrice." Said a client.

"Beatrice is booked for today. I can take you." Said Shannon.

"Okay." Said the client as she sat in Shannon's chair. Then Beatrice walked in.

"Hey, that's my client!" Said Beatrice.

"Girl you are late. That's not my fault!" Said Shannon. "Next time, be on time." 

Vanessa didn't have any clients and went to Beatrice's boyfriend, Pancho's page on Instagram. He had a flyer posted on there for a back to school cookout. She knew that Beatrice would be working that day, so she told Shannon to let her off that day and Shannon agreed. 

On the day of the cookout, Vanessa rode to the cookout and stalked Pancho until it was over. Then she followed him to a bar. 

"Got his ass." She said, while walking into the bar and sitting next to him.

"How are you. You looking good tonight." Said Vanessa.

"Thank you." He replied.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Vanessa asked.

"Yeah I'll take a Hennessy and coke." Said Pancho Gustavo. 

After the drink came, Vanessa brought him 5 more. 

"You look a little tipsy boo. Why don't you come to my room and sleep it off." She requested.

"No. I gave a girlfriend." He said.

"Come on, you don't wanna catch a DUI do you? All you gotta do is lay down. We don't have to do anything!" Said Vanessa. "I have a boyfriend." She lied.

"Okay." Said a drunk Pancho. It was a Friday and he didn't have to work the next day.

Pancho got in the car with Vanessa and went straight to her apartment, which was rigged with hidden cameras. She fixed him another drink and laced it with a sedative. Then Pancho Gustavo took off all his clothes walk with her to the bedroom and got in her bed. His phone started blowing up. It was Beatrice. 

Then Vanessa got on top of him and started riding his di*k and moaning. Beatrice called 9 more times and Pancho was too busy getting f*cked by Vanessa behind her back. He was out of it and didn't know what was going on. After they had sex, he woke up the next morning upset.

"You set me up! You knew I had a girlfriend! I'm getting the f*ck out of here!" Yelled Pancho.

"Baby I ain't going nowhere." Vanessa said, as she pulled out his d*ck and started sucking it. He started moaning. 

Vanessa was a low down, dirty hoe. She stole someone's man that worked at a Costco warehouse. She could've at least stole a richer damn man. 

"You like that?" Vanessa asked.

"Yeah I like it." He said, while pushing her head down further. She deep throated Pancho until he came inside of her mouth. Then they laid together in bed.

Pancho Gustavo and Vanessa Rosenberg 

"Can I be your new girlfriend?" Asked Vanessa.

"No. I'm not leaving my woman. Your head good and all but I love my girlfriend." He said.

"Well maybe we can see each other when she's not around!?" Vanessa said, before taking a shower. 

"I gotta go to work. Take my number." She said.

Then Pancho left her apartment and she drove to work. Beatrice was already in there waiting on a client. 

"Hi Beatrice! You look cute today!" Said Vanessa, lying through her teeth.

"Thanks girl." Beatrice Nothings said.

Vanessa saw Lil Priya and walked to the back to talk about Beatrice. Little did she know, Lil Priya was being faker to her. 

"Girl so did you finally get her man d*ck or what!?" Asked Lil Priya. Shannon Backstory walked in.

"Girl did you f*ck on her old man or naw!?" Asked Shannon.

"Yes! His di*k was huge too!" She said, while giggling and laughing. 

"You have a client Vannessa." Said Shannon.

Vanessa walked out to handle the client and then Beatrice walked to the back because she didn't get the client. 

"Girl. Vanessa fuc*ed your old man last night." Said Lil Priya. She wanted them to beef.

"Girl what the hell you talking about?" Asked Beatrice. Lil Priya pulled out a hidden tape recorder and pressed play.

"Girl did you f*ck on her old man or naw!?" The tape played.

"Yes! His di*k was huge too!" The tape continued. Beatrice wanted more proof. 

"Vanessa followed your old man to a bar after the cookout and seduced him. They are on camera at the bar. Pancho can be seen getting into her car." Said Lil Priya, while showing her the footage. 

Lil Priya had staked out at the bar, just to set Vanessa up. Those MUA's were really shiesty to each other.

"No wonder he ain't pick up the phone! We been together for 3 years and he has never ignored my call!" Said Beatrice. 

Beatrice walked out of the room and walked up to Vannessa and played the tape back. Vanessa was silent, while doing a clients makeup.

"Un huh! Your funky lil ass don't have nothing to say huh!?" Said Beatrice. 

Lil Priya looked at Vanessa and shook her head. Then Vanessa's client got up and left.

"Yeah I f*cked your old man. He couldn't turn me down!" Said Vanessa with no shame.

"B*tch this is not over." Said Beatrice, trying to be the bigger person.

"Girl you might as well pack up and bounce. Don't none of us want your ass here." Said Vannessa.

"I ain't going nowhere, Amina DuPont is not firing me. I brought all those customers here from my old shop." Said Beatrice.

"And yeah, Amina was the one who snitched on your ass!" Said Vannessa. Then Vanessa looked at Lil Priya.

"B*tch I thought you was on my side?" Vanessa asked.

"I changed my mind." Said Lil Priya, while smirking. 

"Wait, f*ck you mean Amina DuPont told on me?" Asked Beatrice.

"Amina snitched on your salon so she could run this one!" Vanessa repeated.

"Oh yeah? Imma wait until that b*tch come back in here then. And as far as my boyfriend goes, you can have that corny fu*king nigga b*tch. I don't care about the 3 years hoe." Said Beatrice Nothings, unfazed by the man stealing hoe.