Whoring on a saturday morning

What can I say? I am standing here, on a saturday morning. It's still dark and chilly outside. There's no one around here now, yes, there are the AFK girls a bit further down the block, but I am not counting them. Still, this can be a good moment. Men come home from bars, or they had a few drinks and it's getting late in the US. They may be horny but yet unsatisfied. Taking an early shift back here is a good option then. I am all fit and ready to take them on.

There's a man who walks in, he's across the block but he must have spotted me on minimap because he sends me an IM:

  "Hi there. Rates?"
  "Hello! 1000L for 30 minutes."
  "Thank you."

And that was it. He never says another word.

A furry girl with a trilby hat walks by. She's cute, with her wagging bento tail and purple hair but I do have to go to the bathroom urgently, so I excuse myself. When I come back she's gone to Zombie Central already*. So I follow her there. At least one person is talking.

* I am not sure if I mentioned it before, but I refer here to the usual spot where all the AFK whores go hang out and which can be pretty anti-social.

A chat in a seedy alley

I was standing at the main square in our neighbourhood, with all the other little women. It was getting a bit busy for me though and I needed to get myself a cup of coffee. So I did what I usually do then: I move my ass. This time it meant that I walked down the streets, through a couple of back alleys, to find myself a place to quietly hang out. And, you never know, some lost soul may appear, a man in search of a woman. Someone looking for a quick fix, or an occasion to tell his life story.

This time it was a woman though and she was already standing there when I walked into the seedy alley where Dreamers Gentleman's Club is. I'm not sure what sort of gentlemen frequent this place. Judging from her story, I should be glad I never worked for them.

She was covered in dirt and scratches. When I asked her what had happened, she simply stated: "Oh nothing special, I was raped by 4 guys and I slept between the garbage bags."

So, those are the men you find in our neighbourhood on a saturday night, drunks, violent scum. They may abuse you, beat you up and not even pay for it. Am I glad I usually work at other nights, when the nice judges and professors, hardworking men who cheat on their wives, roam the streets. They may get rough too, but at least the compensation is handsome.