Ladies Night Out - The pictures

In my previous blogpost I mentioned the Ladies'night out, that I sadly couldn't attend. (RL can be a bitch) I asked Stephanie and Chris to send me some pictures, sot hat I could at least give an impression. They sent me these:

Gathering at the Meat Market

Sailing

Flying gliders

Crashing gliders

Bumper boats

Bowling

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 ...

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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."

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Masked zebra

Some outfits and colour patterns are just plain hot. And some should be outlawed. I think walking around like a masked zebra is definitely not-done. So I do it. It all started with me in an evening dress with a nice handbag this morning, but after this adventure ended up in wild sex I decided to cut back a bit on the clothing. After all, I would have to take it off again. Pretty soon, it turned out.

Miss Zebra Moneymachine wishes you a Happy New Year!

Working the street in pictures

It's not always very busy when i work my street, so I often find other things to do on the side. Blogging is one of them. Another hobby I practice is photography.

I try to get better at this slowly. The Second Life viewer gives many options to change the looks of our world and the way it is rendered. You can edit colour and light properties, change windlight settings in rendering and change the camera lens type, going from fisheye to portrait lenses and back. There's a bunch of other options too, maybe one day I'll get to explaining this in a more structured way.

For now, I will just mention where I send my photographs. Feel free to have a look yourself, at a lost moment or any time you feel like.

My photostream on Snapzilla is the oldest, I post a lot there for years already: http://www.sluniverse.com/pics/ProfilePage.aspx?Name=Tsai+Cheng

I also have an account on Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/96915038@N04/

And I post a lot of updates in the feed on my.secondlife.com: (you have to login to see these) https://my.secondlife.com/tsai.cheng/snapshots/

Cum over my dress

A friend of mine showed me this new Red Light region, it was favela-themed and looked very nice. At some point, during our walk along the streets, a man in swimming trunks showed up. He was the kind I would expect to be broke: no shoes, no clothing, no animation override. I started to tease him a little, asked him if he'd like a threesome with me and my friend, I'd give the second guy a 50% reduction.

He sent my friend an instant message: " Are you that rich?"
Next he proceeded to jerk off. He came over my dress. I bet his mother would be proud of him... ;-)

Morning cigarette

So, there I am. Out in the morning air. The season turned to autumn and I can feel the cold wind at my nipples. That's what you get for wearing a mesh thingie under your open coat of course, but yeah. A girl's got to get her business somehow. So I light my cigarette and watch the teleport point.

It's chilly, but there are still men around with either a large boner or a lot of beer in their systems, so even on these autumn mornings, eith few other girls around, business can be quite good. Let's see what this day means.

Lessons in street walking

I have been thinking for a while to publish lessons in street walking online, on my blog. Street walking in Second Life that is.

I'm not sure if I would be a good coach in-world, but with 5 years of experience I've been around long enough to know how it works very well. I know about the patience it takes, about the little tricks we may and may not use to lure men towards us and I know how to (un-)dress for the job.
Throughout the years I have developed my own methods, which may be much different from those of some others, but served me well in terms of efficiency. I think few girls manage to conserve as much energy as I can while remaining active in-world for the time I am 'at work'. I could tell a little about these.
And I've produced a bit of an instinct when it comes to judging men. I know what types I might as well ignore completely and also which types might seem odd or 'useless', but who could actually be good clients. And I learnt the value of being friendly, being very nice, almost always, especially to strange men...

At least it would give me a good subject to blog about, another thing I picked up at some point and which has served me very well in business. What do you think? Should I share some 'secrets of the trade' or not?

Exploring the Pulciano region

I decided to make a little walk and see where I would end up. And so I arrived at the Pulciano region, somewhere in a lonely array of sims connecting two continents of Second Life. They had a pretty tower here and I saw an extuinguished campfire next to it. Could it have been that someone had just left? Who knows.. Also I saw a place to get free diving gear. Interesting.

Back in business after the holidays

Well.. Happy New Year to all of you!

I'm back after the holidays. Few men need my services then. Well.. they might actually be in need and left in this state by their wives, but there's little to be done about that when they can't flee their families during Christmas and New Year.

The good news of course is: after the holidays I am back as well, ready to cater to all of their needs. Ready to have them do all kinds of things their wives and girlfriends don't like, or are too afraid of to ask from them.
I see that as a primary thing I do: I help them live out their fantasies. I do my best to make it a fun experience and in the course of events I enjoy myself wondering what the next client will bring.

Some of my girlfriends claim that 'men are all the same'. I don't believe that anymore, But I suppose that's also why they try to keep their boyfriends hidden from me.

A grunge urban wall

Where Club Radiance was until last week,there is now an abandoned building. As you can see, stuff deteriorates rapidly here. There are already nasty texts appearing on walls. 'I luuurve it up my dirty ass at the bus stop', one says.

I suppose she can wait for her bus afterwards forever: I never saw a bus stop here. It might be a good place for other activitities though, so I took the place for the time being.

A hot shower

Whores can run into some pretty nasty people. Most of the time the situation is pretty harmless, as we spot trouble from afar and stay away from the idiots. But there are things that can't be avoided. Like: people calling you names and other sorts of verbal abuse. In Secondlife we have the possibility to simply mute these men and move on. I don't do it often, but this morning I needed to.

When this happens I sometimes share the man's name with colleagues or report him to the Whore Union, for their blacklist. I think I have mentioned them before in this blog.

I had a good surprise today, when after such an event a guy contacted me in instant message. He was familiar to me: I had seen him before at the square where I work. He never hired me before though, for reasons unknown to me. So I had stopped paying attention to him. Maybe he liked other girls better. That happens.
This time he contacted me though and he offered me 'a shower'. Having just finished my morning coffee, I thought that a nice idea, so I went with him to a skybox with a whole lot of scenes to select from. He turned on a shower in a tropical beach setting and gave me a good...

Well... he knew how to handle a woman and behaved like a true gentleman. He basically saved my morning.I got my energy back now, so... Who's next?

A pregnant streetwhore

I thought my tits had gone bigger. It kind of got me thinking: have I been eating so much lately? But then, I also felt a bit weird, so I took a little test. And oh my, I turned out to be pregnant!
I didn't really know what to do with this news. So I decided to just go to the pub and get myself a drink. To get used to the idea.

Afterwards, in the evening, we had the first party of the British Week at Club Radiance. People told me this morning that it got out of hand a little and I got pretty drunk.

I had a headache this morning when I woke up. Fortunately I had my friend Shari to give me a hug and congratulate me with becoming a mother. The idea is still scary to me though.

The Good Old Days

Sometimes I long for the good old days, when being a street hooker didn't mean hours and hours of pointless loitering. Oh boy, what am I telling myself? It has always been like this. Waiting for a lucky guy with some spare cash who wants to use me for his daily deposit of cum.

But then, what can I say? The feeling won't stay. After a while there's always a guy that bursts the bubble of pity. Someone nice, who bends me over his desk or facefucks me while his wife is taking the kids for a stroll in the park.

What can I say? I like all men, as long as they pay.

The zombie and the pumpkin

It's nearly Halloween and more people seem to be preparing for this greatest of holidays than ever. The gentleman I am now talking with claims I took his virginity. I find it hard to believe: would a zombie munch a pumpkin?

 

On the other hand, my dear readers, you know me: I would be munched by anything, if it pays my bills. ;-)