80 Men Later: My Hip Hop Groupie Descent Into Suburbia

I was a hip hop groupie in the early 2000s. I had a boyfriend who was a record label executive and he would take me to all the parties. He loved showing me off to his friends, but he also liked to share me with them.

One night we went to this party and there were all these up and coming artists there. My boyfriend told me that if I wanted him to keep taking me out, then I would have to do whatever he asked of me.

He introduced me to this one guy named Jay. He said that Jay was going to be the next big thing and that I should do whatever it takes to get on his good side.

I ended up in the bathroom giving Jay a blowjob while my boyfriend filmed it on his phone. After that, Jay told my boyfriend that he wanted to fuck my ass. My boyfriend agreed and I ended up getting fucked in the ass by Jay while giving my boyfriend a blowjob.

This became a regular occurrence for us. My boyfriend would bring these guys over and I would have sex with them while he filmed it. Sometimes it would just be blowjobs, other times they would fuck me.

It started off as just once or twice a week, but then it became almost every day. My boyfriend was signing all these new artists and they all wanted a turn with me.

I lost count of how many guys I slept with, but it was well over 80. It really wore me down after a while, both physically and mentally.

After about six months of this, my boyfriend got fired from his job. He had spent more time focusing on pimping me out than actually doing his job.

We ended up breaking up shortly after that. I tried dating other guys but could never really get into it. The only thing that turned me on was being used by multiple men at once.

I ended up moving out of the city and into the suburbs. I got married and had a couple of kids, but I was never really happy.

I started drinking and doing drugs to cope with my depression. It got to the point where I was doing cocaine every day just to feel normal.

My husband eventually found out about my drug use and kicked me out. I ended up living in a motel for a while before going to rehab.

I’ve been clean for a little over a year now, but it’s still a struggle every day. I’m trying to put my life back together, but it’s hard.

Looking back, I wish I would have made different choices. I let myself be used by all those guys and it really fucked me up.

I don’t blame them though. They were just taking advantage of the situation that my boyfriend put me in. He was the one who should have protected me, but instead, he sold me out for his own gain.

I still think about those days sometimes and wonder what could have been if things had turned out differently. But all I can do now is try to move forward and make the best of the life that I have left.