A ticket for my knickers

We were just dancing when cop Stephanie emerged

The other day I received a ticket from fashion cop Stephanie, a warning:

Street Whore - Department of Underwear Knicker
TICKET DC3365F5PS
Succi Underwear police

To be completed by police officer and given to whore

Last name: Cheng
First Name: Tsai
Location: Town Square
Date: 9-10-2015
Time: 3.00 Pm Swedish time

The Resident was found not wearing a under Knickers and there fore gets this first Warning Ticket. After 5 Tickets the suspect as the comply with the appropriate punishment.

This is the first warning.

The street whores' portaloo

Since a couple of months we have a portaloo at Street Whores - Town Square. It's been quite popular. Previously we had to run into the pub to the bathroom, or find a quiet corner in an alley. Not so convenient, especially if that alley is also in use by a colleague giving some punter a blowjob.

Since the pub bathroom was also often occupied for ..ehum.. 'non-sanitary purposes' the portaloo was a welcome change. It was dirty enough for the girls not to want to have sex in it, but clean enough to actually poop.
The past weeks it has been deteriorating though. We suspect that the company that placed the portaloo never bothered to clean it. They are probably a bit scared to come to our neighbourhood. Or they must have had issues with employees lingering around to fuck the girls instead of cleaning the little cabin. Who knows?
Anyways... the fountain in the square was starting to smell again, which was a sign for the more responsible hookers to take action.

In the end, Stephanie solved it. She took her bulldozer out of her purse and ignited the engine. A few whores ran away when they saw the vehicle approach. (The punters had already gone to their beds and wives, so they never noticed.) Within minutes the portaloo was removed. It was never seen again.

After this, it was simple, I called 'Port-a-Poop', the company that supplied the cabin and told them some 'terrible accident' had happened to their property. They assured me that the thing was insured. They will have it replaced in a week or so. To be sure they are sending an all-gay team to put a new portaloo in place.

Suzies monthlies - Red latex

Suzi Ah has this series of monthly events going on at Street whores - Town Square. The upcoming edition is named 'Red latex'. I got myself a suit already, even though I don't know when the party will take place.

But I am sure you will want to party with me and get me out of this tight latex thing, right? ;-)

Rachael Ezvalt

Rachael is one of the owners at Street Whores - Town  Square. She's quite the active person too. Apart from being a whore that takes great pride in her voluptuous top, she's also a fun DJ who regularly makes the street a less safe, but much more lively place when she's spinning her tunes.

There's more to her though than just her love for random, well-paying members of the opposite sex. Rach, as I typically greet her, is a strict manager of the place when needed. She'll be equally tough on men and women who think they can get away with breaking the rules. I know that: she's banned a couple of my regulars, who have been IM'ing me forever since, asking me to plead their cases with her. I always tell them they should have been nicer to Rachael in the first place.

Waiting for window shoppers

What does a girl do when working one of the windows in a Red Light District?

Well, basically it is all about waiting and finding ways for yourself to pass time. Blogging is one of them for me. It beats smoking cigarettes, chewing gum and a number of other addictive habits. Another nice thing would be: chatting with the other girls.
It's nothing personal, but I have been avoiding contact with a number of them lately. The main reason for me is that everyone seems to hang out at the teleport and entry point of the Wirtz sim where I work. There are a lot of people teleporting in and common courtesy requires me to greet them all. Unfortunately many of those men are just tyre kickers, window shoppers, and folks otherwise disinterested in hiring a girl.
I don't feel like greeting these people anymore, so I decided to filter them out. By moving away from the teleport area for 20 metres or more, I am only obliged to react to men (and other working girls) who deliberately walk around the area or come check up on me. This is much more efficient, as I only have to invest energy in potentially interested men.
So, tonight, I decided to go sit in one of the windows and wait.

And wait...