PRAISE FLORIDA! WE'RE ABOUT TO HEAR JESS' SIDE OF THE ZOLA STORY!!!
Wait… what's that? We just got played like Zola's crew did when the dude with dreads placed a fake call pretending to be a client and then kidnapped Jess???
Yesterday the Internet lost every last ounce of its chill over a 140-tweet story by user @_zolarmoon aka Zola.
Today, a Twitter account promising to be Jess, star of Zola's original story, began detailing her side of events.
As the tweets kick off, it's clear “Jess” does NOT have the flair for storytelling Zola possesses, but everyone with Internet access is thirsty to expand the world of Florida trapping so artfully described by Lady Zo.
— Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I just created this account. I have ZERO followers.I'm following no one. I don't care if this gets mass attention. I need to clear my name — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
First of all, let me just say I DID meet Zola at Hooters that night. I was with what she calls my sugar daddy Xavier. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Let's just call him X. We were really drunk that night and needed some food to soak up the liquor. #Zola is our waitress. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Pretty light skin black girl. Extremely friendly.First question she asked me were if my tits were real. LOL. I was like UH? But went with it — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I told her they weren't. She said "BITCH, I strip! You look like you strip!" I didn't know whether this chick was trying to holler at X — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Or if she was just working hard for that tip. U kno how Hooters girls are. She proceeds to ask me if I strip. I told the truth. I do. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
She asked me where I strip. I told her I make a couple runs to Miami. It's where you can make the most $$. She said she'd never been. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
When she walked away to get our appetizer or whatever. X said we could probably make a lot of money if we take a black girl with us to Miami — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Club KOD (King Of Diamonds) is the hottest strip club in MIA and he knew a guy named PJ that worked the inside that could get us in. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I was bold with it. I said "HEY! We'll make some calls and maybe we can get you on the KOD stage in Miami. But we're leaving tomorrow." — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I thought there was no way this bitch was going to go through with it. Too short of notice. Who just up and leaves to Miami? She has a job — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
She told us that she worked at Hooters part time and that any time she needed to get off, they were cool with it. I lowkey was pissed! — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I'm not really into bitches I don't know. Especially stripper bitches. But X said she seemed like a lot of fun. Outgoing girls make $. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We exchanged information and told her to be ready tomorrow at 8am. We'd get on the road early and make it to Florida by night time. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I remember her saying "Oh bitch, it's NOTHING! A BITCH WILL BE READY!" She asked how many outfits she should bring. I told her 2. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
1 for KOD where she can be fully naked and 1 for a club that might not allow fully nude girls just incase KOD didn't work out. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We probably stayed in Hooters for another hour. It was already like 2am. X kept staring at this bitch & talking about her. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
He seemed really into her. I wasn't taking it too personal. Listen. A bitch rolls with X for the dinero. Period. But I was irritated. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
You never want to see your trick start lusting after another bitch. Especially a stripper bitch. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Stripper bitches do anything for a dollar. Fuck what you heard. They'll suck, fuck, lie, steal, whatever for the right price. ALL of them. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Let's cut to the next morning. We go pick up #ZOLA. First things first, this bitch does not live in the suburbs. She stayed in the hood. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
It wasn't the worst hood, but it was the hood. She lived in a red & white duplex with her mother. Who was sitting on the porch. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Her Mom kept saying, "That don't look like Berniece!" and shouting "BERNIE?" as Zola comes running to the damn car. We're like UUUH??? — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Zola yells JUST DRIVE! So X hits it out of there. I asked her who was Berniece, and she said "Long story..." but apparently... — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
..She didn't want her mom to know where she was going or who she was with. Zola has a daughter McKenzie that her mom didn't like keeping. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We drove for about 20 minutes in awkward silence before we stopped at the gas station near the highway to Miami. Zola said she had to pee. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Me and X literally burst into laughter. We were in TEARS at this bitch running from the porch as her elderly mother (bless her heart)... — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
...was yelling and trying her best to peek into the car. I can't express to you how funny the shit was. We knew we were in for some SHIT. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
So, we get gas or whatever. Zola comes back and throws me a bag of Flamin' Hots like "HERE BITCH! Don't say I never did shit for you." — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I laughed & told her thanks. So, we hit it on the road. The trip to Florida wasn't too interesting. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Zola kept asking me and X if we ever did threesomes. X told her he had but not with me. I told her "I don't share dick." — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
She said "Bitch, sharing is caring!" I said "Bitch, this ain't Sesame Street." She said "OK Big Bird." I said "Don't ge tput out Elmo" — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We both started laughing, but I know she knew I was serious. And I knew she was serious too. Like I said, STRIPPER BITCHES ain't shit. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
So, we pretty much make into Miami. X puts a call through to his guy PJ that works at KOD who I told you about earlier. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
He asks us can we come through now. It's 6, but he wants to check us out before we hit the stage. New talent hits the stage at 9 for one hr — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
The girls who get the best crowd response aka make the most money, can stay for the whole night. The club takes 50% from amateur night girls — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We pull up to KOD. Instantly the guys outside like, "DAMN! White girl strapped!" lol. Zola seemed a little insecure. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
She kept asking me "Bitch, how do I look?" I'm thinking BITCH you look the same. We haven't even changed yet. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
The guy who worked the door Oscar let us in. He was like "Ay Monk, look at Snow White!" More references to me being a white girl in KOD. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Zola said "Bitch I ain't come here to be no side show." I didn't say anything. Zola walks up to Oscar and said "Fuck Snow White." — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
She puts his hand on her pussy and kisses him on the lips. The bitch looks right at me. Oscar starts laughing like "YOU WILD!" — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I guess Zola needed that for a self esteem boost. Another guy walks us to the back. It's your typical strip club locker room. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Some of the girls who work there saw us and gave us dirty looks. We found a spot in the back of the room to change into our shit. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
My phone starts going off. I'm thinking it's Xavier. And bitch, it's my fiance. Oh, you thought that wasn't real? It is! Jarrett. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I send him to Voicemail. We'll get to that later. And all the lies told about him. But back to KOD. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We walk out. Nobody is really looking at us. The bartenders and everybody else is in their own world. PJ says we look good. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
He keeps it real with me that my ass isn't really big enough for KOD, but because I'm a white girl they think it'll be fun for 1 hour. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Zola starts laughing. Bends over and asks if her's is big enough. He told her she was a little skinny, but she's cute. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We both get a turn. They asked us what we wanted to dance to. I told PJ "Partition" by Beyonce. That's my signature THOT anthem. lol — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I turn it. This bitch in the back booed and some people laughed. Whatever. I've gotten used to black strippers hating on white girls. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Zola dances to "Truffle Butter" by Nicki Minaj. The bitch can dance. I won't lie. But she got ass naked and showed her pussy. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Sorry guys. I was hacked. This account getting so many followers so fast is bringing out the crazies. SMH. I knew it would start. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
So yeah, we go back to the car and X asks us how we did. We let him know we have to be back by 8:30. We pull into this seedy motel. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
A Mariah Carey lookalike walks out starts hitting high notes like, "YOU RAGGEDY BITCH BUY MY MUHFUCKIN ALBUM!" and pulls out a 45 — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Me and Zola start HITTING IT down the street! Gun shots and whistle notes everywhere in this bitch. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We make it to Barclays Center where we're able to watch Beyonce and Nicki perform "Feeling Myself" which was also LIVE STREAMED ON TIDAL — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We make it to Barclays Center where we're able to watch Beyonce and Nicki perform "Feeling Myself" which was also LIVE STREAMED ON TIDAL — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We make it to Barclays Center where we're able to watch Beyonce and Nicki perform "Feeling Myself" which was also LIVE STREAMED ON TIDAL — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
They killed that shit. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
When the concert is over the BALDHEADED, RAGGEDY NAVY was outside pressed like Y NO RIHANNA? We yelled WE AIN'T GOT TIME FOR DAT BIIiiiiiiH — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I got in this little bitch's face like WHERE THE FUCK IS ANTI BITCH? WHEN IS THE MUHFUCKIN ALBUM DROPPING? — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
The bitches kept it cute and ran off. Any mention of ANTI, sends the Navy SCATTERING. I looked around like Where the fuck is Zola? — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Zola was beating a bitch ass yelling out "YOU CAN SPEAK WHEN MOTHAFUCKIN R8 DROPS!" I had to pull her off the poor girl. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
So, anyway... me and Zola tip out in our 6 inch Louboutins stuntin down the street. Paparazzi flashing lights. Tryna get a glimpse. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We catch a taxi to JFK and get on our private jet. The next stop? Parkwood ENT. You know bitches gotta work! — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
We make it to the front desk and Ty's boyfriend Manuel is like Where you busted hoes think you going? We're like we here to meet Bey. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
He was like "Hold the fuck on HOES." So, we got comfortable in the lobby. We fell out laughing at Ciara on the cover of BRIDE magazine. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
AIN'T NO WEDDING BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHH! — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
He comes back and tells us Bey would like to meet with us. So, shit... we get all cute and go up the Elevator to meet Queen BEY! — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Beyonce tells us she loves our loos and that we will star in her next video! We shot it that day.Me, Bee, and Zola! pic.twitter.com/JrnpWAxfPG — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
The moral of this story is that social media is dangerous and can make you believe anything. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
You all are so thirsty for a messy story that you're willing to believe it no matter what. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
Sitting around making Zola famous when 100 made up tweets could have made your own simple asses famous. STAY WOKE. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
These strippers done went from the poles to the publishing house. All because of you. I'M OUT. — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
RT for Zola ...FAV for Jessica aka #SnowWhite aka The Baddest — Jessica Raes (@jesswaesriat) October 29, 2015
I feel so duped by Fake Jess, but I disagree with her insinuation strippers going “from the pole to the publishing house” is something readers should feel ashamed for encouraging.
Zola's story was solid. I would read a million more just like it, but only if Zo's the one writing it.
Fake Jess can't write for sh*t and, frankly, I only enjoy being preached to when I'm ironically retweeting Kirk Cameron rants.
