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Bridget Creamy Clam Chowder was not your ordinary trailer park girl. She had ambitions! She wanted to be an Instagram sensation. But her gaddam meth problem kept getting in the way. And having a habit of ripping people off, ugh, she had few friends. But one day, she stumbled upon a Craigslist ad:
Wanna be an Instagram star?
Wanna be in that spotlight, doll?
Give me a call and let's make you a star!
five-5-fiv/sixty-nine-9-one - Max
She was a little skeptical at first. So she quickly did her research on Google and investigated the ad. The results led to numerous sites. But none resembled the ad she was looking at. So instead, after remembering what her grandpappy once taught her, she made the call.
That same night. Someone knocks at her door. She answered. It was a shady man. He introduced himself as Max Creepy Crawler Goo. "I'm here to make you an Instagram star!"
She asked him to back away from the door, or she'll shoot him. And so he did. But something haunted him as he observed her in the light. "Eh, I don't think I can work with you on this. Is this how you always look?"
She smiled and said, "I'll be right back! Wait here." She rushed into her trailer and closed the door. Several minutes later, she manifests.
"WOW! How did you do that?" He was amazed at how she transformed from an ugly skank into a hot trailer park fuckhole apparatus.
"Ancient Chinese secret, uh?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? You're not Asian."
"Deception. Makeup. That TikTok toothless whore trend?"
"Oooooh. Well, I can work with this!" She was excited to hear that and invited him inside.
They sat down on the bedbug-infested sofa, and before she could relax, he skated one hand behind her head; the other, he pulled his pecker out from his beach shorts, then shoved her head down. She resisted.
"What do you think you're doing, Mister Big Shot?" She said while pressing her hand against his chest though she didn't remove the other hand still over her head.
"This is how you'll become an Instagram star."
"Um, I don't know about this. You're treating me like a no-good piece of shit whore." Then, finally, she removed his other hand.
"BINGO! That's how it's done. Trust me. After you get this taken care of, your views and followers on Instagram will skyrocket! But I'll have to give the go. And the only way that's going to happen," he gestured down to his penis with raised brows. She curiously looked at it.
She was unsure. But good golly Molly, she remembered what her grandpappy once said. "You have to take risks in this world. If you don't, you'll end up smoking meth all day in a trailer park."
She nodded in agreement to that reminisce. Though it looked like she agreed to a wall, she went down to become a star.
Four minutes later, he exploded on her face and hair. He was happy. She was messy as she spread her fingers out in front, watching his goo drip off them as some hung to her chin. "Now, let's make you a star!" He retrieved his phone from his front shorts pocket and opened a messaging app. He asked her what her Instagram name was. She quickly leaned over to a cluttered nightstand; as he watched her thonged butt peeking out from her skirt, she returned with her phone. After opening her app, she told him it was Bridget's Chowder. He swiped his phone a few times, then typed a few letters. He turned to her and spoke, "Now watch your likes and followers."
And so she did. Within a minute, her count rose as her eyes widened and a smirk followed. Then the number kept climbing! Her smile beamed broader. And within several minutes, she had hundreds of followers and countless likes on her first collage of images and clips. "Thank you!" She jumped on top of him as his hands immediately grabbed her buttcheeks. She then gave him a peck on his cheek. He got excited again. And that led to reverse cowgirl sex. The real smelly kind. She wasn't a good wiper. Ugh. But she had no idea Max was part of a national group known as IncelMatetrix.
There are two hundred and thirty male members. Each member has several phones and multiple Instagram accounts. They collaborate online through a forum called PussyChan. Whenever one would score pussy in exchange for making the girl a star, he would send a "Do it" group message along with the girl's username. Then the others would like and follow that account.
I know what you're probably thinking. How pathetic and so fucking cool is that! Exactly. But Max and his group were small potatoes. There was a much larger one called OnlyFans. And the discreet customers on that network, some are billionaires. What the Onlyfans crew do is tease the model after she signs up. They'll then pose as fans and encourage fewer clothes. If she's a hottie, they'll promote her profile. But they cherry-pick. And they do their homework! They understand law enforcement has their suspicions about the business. So they're careful at how they select their next hookers. First, they'll send private messages to her to see where her mind is and how far she's willing to go. And if all is good, they'll offer her a date. And gift her a thousand dollars. The date is with one of the investors. They wanna see how she does. And especially if she wants other dates with bigger gifts—tens of thousands of dollars.
Onlyfans is like an online catalog of products for the filthy rich. Law enforcement will never stop them. This is an international business. Way bigger than any small potatoes.
These people know what they're doing. But, unlike Max's people, they want more than booty. However, little does Max know that Bridget will join Onlyfans and become a millionaire as she will be introduced to a billionaire husband who will fall in love with her crotch. But that rich man will be clueless that what came in her crotch was Max's Herpes.
...TO BE DISCONTINUED
Wanna be an Instagram star?
Wanna be in that spotlight, doll?
Give me a call and let's make you a star!
five-5-fiv/sixty-nine-9-one - Max
She was a little skeptical at first. So she quickly did her research on Google and investigated the ad. The results led to numerous sites. But none resembled the ad she was looking at. So instead, after remembering what her grandpappy once taught her, she made the call.
That same night. Someone knocks at her door. She answered. It was a shady man. He introduced himself as Max Creepy Crawler Goo. "I'm here to make you an Instagram star!"
She asked him to back away from the door, or she'll shoot him. And so he did. But something haunted him as he observed her in the light. "Eh, I don't think I can work with you on this. Is this how you always look?"
She smiled and said, "I'll be right back! Wait here." She rushed into her trailer and closed the door. Several minutes later, she manifests.
"WOW! How did you do that?" He was amazed at how she transformed from an ugly skank into a hot trailer park fuckhole apparatus.
"Ancient Chinese secret, uh?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? You're not Asian."
"Deception. Makeup. That TikTok toothless whore trend?"
"Oooooh. Well, I can work with this!" She was excited to hear that and invited him inside.
They sat down on the bedbug-infested sofa, and before she could relax, he skated one hand behind her head; the other, he pulled his pecker out from his beach shorts, then shoved her head down. She resisted.
"What do you think you're doing, Mister Big Shot?" She said while pressing her hand against his chest though she didn't remove the other hand still over her head.
"This is how you'll become an Instagram star."
"Um, I don't know about this. You're treating me like a no-good piece of shit whore." Then, finally, she removed his other hand.
"BINGO! That's how it's done. Trust me. After you get this taken care of, your views and followers on Instagram will skyrocket! But I'll have to give the go. And the only way that's going to happen," he gestured down to his penis with raised brows. She curiously looked at it.
She was unsure. But good golly Molly, she remembered what her grandpappy once said. "You have to take risks in this world. If you don't, you'll end up smoking meth all day in a trailer park."
She nodded in agreement to that reminisce. Though it looked like she agreed to a wall, she went down to become a star.
Four minutes later, he exploded on her face and hair. He was happy. She was messy as she spread her fingers out in front, watching his goo drip off them as some hung to her chin. "Now, let's make you a star!" He retrieved his phone from his front shorts pocket and opened a messaging app. He asked her what her Instagram name was. She quickly leaned over to a cluttered nightstand; as he watched her thonged butt peeking out from her skirt, she returned with her phone. After opening her app, she told him it was Bridget's Chowder. He swiped his phone a few times, then typed a few letters. He turned to her and spoke, "Now watch your likes and followers."
And so she did. Within a minute, her count rose as her eyes widened and a smirk followed. Then the number kept climbing! Her smile beamed broader. And within several minutes, she had hundreds of followers and countless likes on her first collage of images and clips. "Thank you!" She jumped on top of him as his hands immediately grabbed her buttcheeks. She then gave him a peck on his cheek. He got excited again. And that led to reverse cowgirl sex. The real smelly kind. She wasn't a good wiper. Ugh. But she had no idea Max was part of a national group known as IncelMatetrix.
There are two hundred and thirty male members. Each member has several phones and multiple Instagram accounts. They collaborate online through a forum called PussyChan. Whenever one would score pussy in exchange for making the girl a star, he would send a "Do it" group message along with the girl's username. Then the others would like and follow that account.
I know what you're probably thinking. How pathetic and so fucking cool is that! Exactly. But Max and his group were small potatoes. There was a much larger one called OnlyFans. And the discreet customers on that network, some are billionaires. What the Onlyfans crew do is tease the model after she signs up. They'll then pose as fans and encourage fewer clothes. If she's a hottie, they'll promote her profile. But they cherry-pick. And they do their homework! They understand law enforcement has their suspicions about the business. So they're careful at how they select their next hookers. First, they'll send private messages to her to see where her mind is and how far she's willing to go. And if all is good, they'll offer her a date. And gift her a thousand dollars. The date is with one of the investors. They wanna see how she does. And especially if she wants other dates with bigger gifts—tens of thousands of dollars.
Onlyfans is like an online catalog of products for the filthy rich. Law enforcement will never stop them. This is an international business. Way bigger than any small potatoes.
These people know what they're doing. But, unlike Max's people, they want more than booty. However, little does Max know that Bridget will join Onlyfans and become a millionaire as she will be introduced to a billionaire husband who will fall in love with her crotch. But that rich man will be clueless that what came in her crotch was Max's Herpes.
...TO BE DISCONTINUED
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