Whotter walked around the entire block

"There you are!"
"You walked the entire block?"

Whotter nods

"You're too small for hiring whores, little fellow"
"Fish it is"
"Fish and chips."

Are fish evil?

Mel upset Whotter this morning. She saw him with fish and chips and at first she wondered whether he was British.

Melanie Tuxing: What on earth is Whotter eating?
Tsai Cheng: Fish and chips
Tsai Cheng: Since Rachael fed it to him he has nothing else
Melanie Tuxing: He's very British
Tsai Cheng: Is it still popular?
Melanie Tuxing: Have you ever offered him a cup of tea?
Melanie Tuxing: Some tea, Whotter?
Tsai Cheng: Not yet. I won't be surprised
Melanie Tuxing smiles
Whotter: Tea?
Tsai Cheng: Geez. He just repeats the word at first try
Whotter: Tea!
Tsai Cheng: This is no good
Melanie Tuxing: Yes, Whotter - tea!
Tsai Cheng: The strange thing is: his dad is an American furry
Melanie Tuxing: Does he carry a gun?
Whotter shakes his head
Melanie Tuxing: Good
Tsai Cheng: No, unless he hides it in the fish and chips
Melanie Tuxing: Oh, fish and chips are very bad for guns
Melanie Tuxing: Well, fish are very bad for you
Whotter looks at her with big eyes
Melanie Tuxing: Fish are evil, Whotter
Whotter roars
Melanie Tuxing: A large voice for a tiny chap
 

No whores no fish

I was walking my circles on the street to stay warm early morning while waiting for a client, when I noticed that Whotter had logged on. He wasn't anywhere near though on my radar, so that got me a bit worried. I sent him a teleport request.

(radar): Whotter entered chat range.
Whotter? Where were you?

Whotter staid still

You know i don't like it when you go off the sim without my permission.
Whotter roars softly
I don't want you to get into trouble. Or someone keep you as his pet, or in some zoo
Fish!
You have fish. Fish and chips, bought from my hard-earned money.
Whore!

I sighed. This was going nowhere.

It pays the bills honey. No whore, no fish!

Dances with whores

My friend Violet likes to dance. A lot. Where others may hang out, leand against a wall or a street lantern, often she can be seen dancing in the streets. The other morning when I walked into my work spot near the Meat Market she asked me:
  - Want to get wild and dance?

While I am often not much of a dancer, not in the streets, the answer to that was "Yes". It was time for something else. While we danced I noticed Steph, who isn't present much recently, was here and she came over to have a look at us.

When Steph left a new girl came in. She was 'just exploring' she said. Xeja soon joined in and we were dancing with 3. She was looking for a job, she mentioned, a thing I hadn't heard in SL for a while. Usually that sounds like a newbee, maybe there aren't as many real newbees around anymore and the new avatars are all just oldtimers trying something else.

Of course you can't dance in the square or do anything without Whotter coming to look you up. Well, in my case of course, having to take care of the little bugger, that is. Initially he was just looking at us, but as soon as Violet spotted him and mentioned the F-word he got started:
  - Fish?

A typical morning in the streets

I wanted to show what a shift of a street prostitute in Second Life looks like. It serves to show it's neither glamourous, nor sexy. It's not dirty either. Most of our dealings are pretty casual. That certainly goes for the more experienced girls, who just go about their daily business and have little things they need to ask their colleagues for.

Walking past the peep show and some other relics on my way to the square where the 'statues' are. I start work there today.

It typically starts with me walking out the front door (dressed up in work gear of course) and walking to my corner for the morning. I could call it night, as it will be night for Americans and I occasionally say I 'work the night shift', but for me it's mostly morning, I drink coffee as I go along etc.
The walk gets me past the Meat Market, where I won't stop this time. I pass the new peep show, that mostly seems to function as a decoration piece and walk on to the place that is typicall the busiest. To make sure there's actually contact between some of the veterans and the managers of our neighbourhood and the girls who mostly stand at the 'zombie' or 'statue' corner we decided we should spend some time there again too. It will serve to improve Street Whores as a whole.

At the 'statues'place I talk with Gancao, who is not a statue but one of the 'good' girls.

Arriving at 'zombie central' I get a confrontation with prejudice: the girls present, who are with few, this seems a quiet morning, simply greet me back. After only a few minutes of hanging around I get company: my friend Gancao, whom I haven't seen in maybe 2 months or more, joins me for a chat.
We talk about a number of things, mutual friends, customers we both had, Whotter's dad, who did both of us, and Gancao's tendency to put on weight if she doesn't watch her eating habits.
At some point there is a man, nicely dressed, who chats us up and then leaves again after a while. The same happens with an elderly man, short, grey hair and a moustache, who comes to our place now regularly. I take Gancao apart and explain he never hires girls for sex, but he does go with them every now and then, for any other kind of attention he may need.

A chat with Christina while we work the streets of Second Life.

After a while Gancao leaves, to her new rental at Street Whores, right next door to the 'zombie square', which turns out not too bad at all this morning, and I go on to talk with another colleague. We can amuse ourselves pretty well while business is slow.
Christina mentions she is not so happy with business the past few weeks and she hopes, now the summer is over and people are back from vacations, it will pick up soon. I just nod, I have the same experience now.
After a while I greet her and I walk on myself, down the road, past the redlight windows and back to my home. This shift is over. No client, too bad.

Whoring at 12.18PM

It all starts like any normal day, with coffee and a cigarette. There are no other street girls present at the Meat Market, as Rachael's new part of the large square is called, so after about 15 minutes I proceed towards Robot Row (this is the imaginative name a colleague of mine came up with for the busy part of town where no one talks). No one says 'hello' there to me, so I walk on.
Around the corner, through the narrow street with all the window girls towards the smaller square, where I find Blixa Csak. She's not AFK, so I start a little chat with her.

If you're an avid reader of this blog, you know the chats by now: about the weather, the girls who say nothing, the men who stand AFK of can't type because they need both hands to jerk behind the keyboard. That sort of stuff. Meanwhile I drink my coffee. It prevents me from getting a headache in the morning. No one wants a hooker with a headache, right?
To be honest, headaches can be cured with sex as well, it works. Trust me.

Then Whotter manages to find the street corner where his mommy works this morning and he starts to bother me and Blixa. Somehow the concentration of three avatars does it though, as soon two more hookers appear, accompanied by a punter who turns out to be broke. In a private message he promises me that he will save up some money for a blowjob. I kind of like that.
In the end all of my colleagues leave the scene, accompanied by Whotter, who has now eaten all of the fish and thinks they will give him more if he just tails them. Poor girls. When they are all gone I am left on my own and you'd think this slow day is going nowhere.
Not really, a regular of mine walks around the street corner. When I look over my shoulder, walking to my apartment, I notice his horny eyes focused on my butt, happily wiggling at every step. You've got to love sex for money, or money for sex for that matter ...

Urban regeneration in the Wirtz region

We are not sure Suzi will like it, but yesterday the incomplete mall was sent up into the sky 200m and Rachael put a bunch of tiles back in place to make the old square a square again. Whotter felt like he contributed a lot, with his hard hat on...

The mall had been standing incomplete ever since it was started last November and not a single shop had found it's way into it. Meanwhile the other shops, as I discovered, living above them, suffered. The new teleport routing and the loss of the square as a central space, reduced their number of visitors dramatically. This could be seen also by some of the girls renting a shop space to live in or to make a dancing/club space in.
Last night we just hoped Suzi would take this sudden change well. As far as I know she hasn't been in-world yet, so we are still waiting for a reaction. Meanwhile I proposed Rachael that she can blame Whotter for the 'damage'.

Another advertising board

I did mention the power of advertising (or the lack thereof) in my series 'How to become a prostitute', but I must admit I did little to no advertising recently. People seemed to click the boards so little that it hardly made sense to spend money on them at all.

Today though, I decided to give it another try and also add the link to my blog to an advertising sign at Street Whores. I do want to say that part of my motivation was to pay some extra to the Street Whores' owners in recognition of their work on our little neighbourhood. I had great business the past week and spending a little extra won't harm me for sure.

Who is a bimbo?

It all began, like so many things these days, with Mel and Meli bickering.

Mel says Meli is a bimbo #Second Life https://t.co/qDPjIJAHpg pic.twitter.com/PEr7ui7bHP

— Tsai Cheng (@TsaiChengxxx) May 28, 2017

The matter at hand was Mel calling Meli a bimbo. There wasn't much of an argument on this, actually, as Meli confessed she aspired to be a bimbo. Given her blonde hair and pink dress, this sounded reasonable to me.

Elvira says they call her a bimbo all the time #SecondLife https://t.co/qDPjIJAHpg pic.twitter.com/KhJdQQlNlB

— Tsai Cheng (@TsaiChengxxx) May 28, 2017

Then we heard a sound from Elvira's house: "Is anyone calling me?" After some debate between me, Mel and Meli, whether Elvira would qualify as bimbo or not, she emerged. She said people call her a bimbo all the time.
She was blonde... And she loved cock, there was a reason they called her 'the vacuum cleaner, right? But has she always been blonde? Not as far as I knew.

  "I dyed my hair blonde."

Well, that explained it.

Bojana is not a bimbo, we agree. She is a frog #SecondLife https://t.co/qDPjIJAHpg pic.twitter.com/2NtKSVyMkg

— Tsai Cheng (@TsaiChengxxx) May 28, 2017

Bo came in. It was quickly agreed upon she was not a bimbo. "She is a frog," Mel said. Bojana confirmed it herself, she was not a bimbo. She was obviously too smart and too cultured for that. And too French, I suppose.

So only the blonde ones can be bimbos, except for Bo. #secondlife pic.twitter.com/KqD7oms2kK

— Tsai Cheng (@TsaiChengxxx) May 28, 2017

All this time there was a girl called Scruffy listening to us. When I asked her whether she considered herself a bimbo, she mentioned she wasn't a working girl, but she expoored Second Life and thought everyone had a story to tell. I doubted that would be a criterion, but she didn't dress too sexy and she had dark hairs. So, like Mel and I, she would not be a bimbo. They told me I am an 'exotic', btw.

Christina, in the middle, is a bimbo, we agree. #SecondLife pic.twitter.com/WrKUtniYof

— Tsai Cheng (@TsaiChengxxx) May 28, 2017

When Christina joined our conversation the verdict was quick. I asked Bojana:

  "Is she a bimbo?"
  "Yes."

That should have been 'oui', of course, but I got the idea.
 
 

Pro Tip 2: Jade: Be patient

I met my lovely shemale friend Jade this morning at work. I thought to ask her for my series of 'pro tips'. This is what she said:

Be patient

It is one of the things I have been saying myself over and over:
Men are not going to suddenly jump at you. whether you work in a club or stand at a street corner, you have to be patient. You may think that men approach girls all the time and it will be easy to score them, the moment you add money into the equation they get all kinds of funny ideas that affect their willingness and ability to go with you. Some of them may have a kink for sex workers, but you can expect more of them to suddenly get prudish or all 'principal' when their wallets are involved.

Or they may just decide that they like the girl standing next to you better. That's the business. There is plenty competition and you have to be patient.

Sex in public

I typically like more discrete settings, although I must say the idea of doing things in a nasty-looking back alley, the good thing about Second Life being that the dirt stays on a screen, arouses me. Some men seem to go along with that idea very well: drag a random girl into the alley and 'do' her. Sometimes, but actually not so often, someone comes around who takes it a step further: "Ï want to have sex with you right here, in front of everybody."

Who am I to say no? So, he pays me and I slip out of my dress. It's pretty cold still this time of year, but the strangeness of the idea takes my mind away from that. Besides, I have to focus on giving a very nasty blowjob first. That will get him going.

And yes, it did. It was an interesting experience, once again...

Inventory blues - Where's my hair?

Yes, I know, I have hair on my head, but...

sometimes you want to try find that piece of hair back, or another item, but today it was hair. And it won't work. That can be so annoying. And you look and you search and you try all kinds of keywords, but it simply won't work.
And even though you find back other hair in the process, hair that might attract men (or do they go after other things?), it is still annoying and disappointing.

It's the hair I was wearing in this photo, from the blog post "Call me, honey". But damn, where is it? What was it's name?

Preparing the gangbang cage for the party

There's been a lot of preparations going on for tonight's Christmas Party at Street Whores - Town Square. I spoke with a couple of people and thought by myself: "With this being such a naughty place, why do we still do all these civilised things, like DJ's, dances and maybe a stripper or two?"

My friend brought in the solution: he has a copy of OmniPotent's 'Ultimate Gangbang Cage' that we rezzed for tonight. We coloured it all in Christmas colours and now it should be ready. I just have to add a tipjar and sit in it myself.
During preparation the reindeers were watching us. One of them was enjoying Christmas already: he was drunk. Never seen a drunk reindeer before. But well, what can you expect from one in Secondlife?

Party starts at 1PM at: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/108/78/57