Job Hunt - Part 3

The man that had just appeared from behind the bus stop drew a knife. He probably wasn't the owner of the motel after all. I looked at him with big eyes.
  "Please, put that away ... "
  "You get on your knees."

With my experience in the streets, I knew it was safest not to argue with these types. I got down and watched with disgust as he opened his zippers. As long as he had the knife I just hoped that he at least had had the sanity to wash his cock in the morning.

He hadn't. Disgusted with the smell I sucked it off without much inspiration. I suppose that's what you get when you threaten me with a knife. I've had better jobs. He pulled me up by my hair and tore off my coat. I suppose he was kind of surprised to find I was wearing nothing underneath, but surely the surprise didn't pacify him. He shoved his fat cock up me.

 

 

Panicked, I Tried to struggle, but then I recomposed. I would wait till he came and then use his moment of release to try grab his knife. If he got calm afterwards, it might be safest just to let him walk off again.

He worked me against the ground roughly and had his way with me. In the end I got so dirty I decided I would have to end my job hunt for now and go home first. 

The job market in Second Life really sucks ...

(Previous episode)

Job Hunt - Part 2

At first I decided to go look for a couple of adult magazines. Coming from one, it seemed most likely that they would want to hire me. Stop number one was Bounce Magazine. They seemed rather new, but I somehow liked their cover layout. This might work... unless...

there was no one to interview me... The same thing happened to me at Playdolls Magazine. Playdolls is the new name of Playmates Magazine. They won an award for adult magazines a year or 2 ago. What can I say? They sure have a high ceiling. The next thing would be: visible staff.

A little disappointed I walked out into the street again. The first word I read was: STOP.
Why would I want to stop now? I had only just started my job search. There should be some organisation with an application form for a poor blogging whore?

Maybe I should have paid more attention to the chalk writing.

I felt lucky though. The neighbourhood was maybe a bit shabby, but there were clearly shops around that were still in business. In Second Life this is always a good sign. It wasn't before long that, while walking through a dark tunnel, I saw the word "Vacancy" written on a building. This was clearly the place to be!

Walking closer it became clear that the job would be one in a seedy motel. Not as glamourous as a magazine job maybe, but something has to pay for the bills. A few shabby or adultering motel (or both) guests that get drunk and leave me a tip might actually enable me to pay my rent. I might even be able to manage here without taking off my panties.

I walked owards the motel entrance, past a bus stop that had not been cleaned in ages. Just around the corner a man had been standing. He stepped forward. It freaked me out, but I recomposed. He could be attracted by the motel vacancy as well. He might even be the owner, my future employer. I said: "Hi."

(Next episode)
(Previous episode)

Job hunt - Part 1

I decided it was time to look for a 'decent' job again, preferably a magazine one, so I borrowed a friend's car and went on a job hunt. I wondered what I would find. The job market in SL being as bad as it is, I just hoped I would not get fucked.

I've been missing out on income since Slut Magazine kind of went off the radar last November. Fortunately the latest blowjob had just landed me enough money for gas. So I figured I could drive around, visit a few magazine headquarters and see if they needed someone to write or edit pieces for them. I knew I was most likely in for a long day.

(Next episode)