Pussy Negotiations

Pussy Negotiations

“Hey I have this opportunity for you to sit and interview some celebrities… you interested?” I read the text message and almost dropped my phone.

“WHAT!!! Are you serious?” I was in year two of my blog life and had become cool with a well known guy in the entertainment industry. He worked behind the scenes and has been in the game for quite some time. He randomly saw one of my blog post on social media one day and hit me up in my DMs. We would check in with each other and talk about current events and what we were both working on. This went on for about a year actually. He was very sweet and would give me great advice for my blog. It started off pretty normal. He was always very professional… in the beginning.

I thought he could be someone I could learn a lot from, especially while trying to break into the entertainment world. A lot of people don’t know this about me but writing about my fucked up dating life isn’t all I want to do. I want to get into the entertainment industry and he told me if I was serious about it that he would help me.

I mean there are a million amazing bloggers so having guidance from someone in the industry I thought would be amazing. That was until he attempted to make negotiations for my pussy.

“Yea so there are a ton of celebrities in Miami for (such and such event) I can’t be at two places at once, so I could really use your help interviewing some people.” He had a team of people that worked for him so I was honored that he even thought of me.

“Oh my God of course! Thank you so much for this opportunity!” We were texting so he didn’t know I was break dancing in the background. Now I’ve interviewed a couple of known people but never in person and never at the level of the people he needed me to interview. I was beyond excited, nervous, and HAPPY AS FUCK mostly! We ended the conversation and I realized I didn’t even ask about the travel situation. Do I fly myself there? What hotel should I book? Does his company cover that or do I? I had so many questions still so I texted him.

“Hey as for travel should I book my flight now?” Hoping he would say no of course i’ll Cover your flight.

He texted back a minute later.

“Don’t worry about your flight OR hotel. I got that covered”. YESSSS! *does tootsie roll* I look back at my phone and he sends me another text. “Im really thrilled you can make it. I know you’ll do amazing. I booked us an amazing room and i’ll have a couples massage booked for that Sunday night so we can unwind”.

*looks at phone confused* ummmm Wheeeet? I didn’t get the best feeling with that text. Maybe I’m tripping? I had a million thoughts going on in my head. I didn’t want to over think it, but maybe this is something he does and he’s being nice and inviting me along? Who doesn’t like a massage? Wait no, why did he say couples massage? No this feels strange, I should text him again…

“Hey so our rooms will be like… on the same floor??” I figured I would ask about the room situation because the massage comment didn’t sit right with me. More importantly, I know this mother fucker doesn’t think we are going to be in one room?

“Lol we’ll be in a room together at one of my favorite hotels in Miami. I figured we could help de-stress one another. It’s going to be a busy weekend”.

Hold up hold up SKRRRTTTTTTT. Is De-stress old people’s code for fuck?!?! A million thoughts rushed back through my head. “No Steph you are tripping, he wouldn’t be thinking that just leave it alone. You might be thinking too much into this.” *picks phone back up*

“Um I’m sorry, is that code for FUCK?” I couldn’t help myself I had to ask.

“Lol Stephanie we’re both grown. I think we can help each other out. I see so much potential in you. If everything goes well I plan on having you at these events a lot. I can see you being a star on the red carpets.” I read his text 3 times in a row to count all the ways he had me fucked up.

“Wait so you’re saying if I fuck you then you’ll help me professionally? What makes you think I would fuck you at all?” The nerve of this mother fucker. He wasn’t even cute enough to be this bold. I shouldn’t have even been shocked but I was. I genuinely thought we had built a great professional relationship. All he was really doing was waiting for the perfect opportunity to get what he wanted.

“Why is sex bothering you so much? Its natural… I think we have great chemistry… no?”

Negro WHAT? He really dangled his “media power” in front of me in order to negotiate getting my pussy? Not once had I ever given him the impression that he would ever get this. It’s sad that he thought I was desperate enough to fuck for career help???! I would rather stick to my little blog site than stoop to that level.

I spent the next 3-4 text messages cursing him out and needless to say I never made it to Miami or got any big celebrity opportunities. It was the last I heard from him actually and I think it’s for the best.

Moral of the Story: I should have taken the free flight and blocked his number upon arrival…..


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