An elephant in the Red Light District

There must be tons of bloggers out there who have the greatest difficulty finding a new subject for every new post they make. Not me:

As a blogging escort and street prostitute in Second Life I can simply walk from my little apartment into the street where I work and the subjects drop from the sky. Often literally, as they teleport into the place.
This time, while I was chatting with my friends and colleagues, Suzi, the street's owner, Rachael, one of the managers and a couple of other girls, it was an elephant that appeared. A couple of girls, bored whores as they are on a monday morning, jumped on his back as soon as he appeared. The elephant didn't seem to be disturbed at all by this.

The elephant was waving his snout dangerously close to my couchie all the time though...

The whore and the professor

It is not every day that I get to meet a man of great intellect in the streets. Normally they are a bit scared of the pimps and the thugs and they don't dare to get out of their car, or taxi. Unless they visit one of the sex clubs or titty bars around here of course. But then they prefer to be brought and picked up by a cab.

This friendly man was a welcome exception to this rule though. His Secondlife bio told me that he is a wellknown professor of Social Psychology. He specialises in Alternative Sexuality and Sexual Diversity, with many groundbreaking publications in his name. With such a brave man I was not surprised, naturally.

Although, as his profile gracefully admitted, Professor Simon had been in rough weather lately, having been accused of sexual relations with a number of his undergraduate students and maybe being too fanatic as a collector and connoiseur or erotics, he was most kind to me and complimented me on my writing.

Before I had the chance to offer his an expert fellatio at a most agreeable rate, he already apologized for his having to leave again. Those academics, always in a hurry....

Rape roleplay and abusive clients: 2 different things

As an escort girl in Secondlife you can get pretty popular if you take on some sorts of 'specialised' jobs. Some girls are into BDSM, either as dominant or as submissive, some are into all sorts of roleplays.
The reason is simple: many people, not just men, have kinks and fantasies they like to live out. And their wives, girlfriends or friends may not always be willing to assist them with these. That's when a prostitute comes in handy.

Lately I had an assignment like this. The guy told me: "I want to rape you in all 3 openings." That's fine really, after all it is a virtual world. I apply a couple of bruises layers on my avatar and remove them when the game is over. In the meantime we play.
This particular guy had sent me an instant message, as he had been standing near my usual street corner, but outside the parcel. He told me he had been banned from our land. I recalled that I had possibly had him before as a client though, so I decided to ignore this sign of him being a possibly abusive customer and give him the benefit of the doubt.

This turned out to be a bad idea: the guy started off by loitering around in the room, entertaining me with sexy chat, while not having paid the 30 minutes fee up front.
If this takes too long, I may do a couple of things. this time I decided to first walk away from the screen, get myself something to drink and then return. Upon my return at the computer he was still busy with horny chat, not having paid up his fee in Linden Dollars. I asked him if he was planning to wait with paying until I was cooled down completely and he paid up. So far so good.
In his sex roleplay he was rough, well, that's what I was hired for. But having already wasted 10 minutes of my time in advance I was a bit weary of him going into overtime, which is what happened.
I made a remark about this and just got a reply that was in alignment with the roleplay, "Your my whore now!" but wasn't very useful otherwise. So I got up from the bed and waited besides it. No need for me to be patient anymore with this person.

"Come back to the bed!"
"I didn't cum yet!"

That is all very nice, really, but saying it shows little respect for someone's time. When I get these type of reactions, I am not someone's 'meat-for-rent' anymore, but I drop out of my role and I leave the scene. Rough sex and rape roleplay is not a valid pretext to act like an asshole at the personal level.
I report these people with the Whore Union, they keep a black list of bad clients in Secondlife, so that other girls can recognise them. They'll be warned for this one, next time.

Escort in his wife's bed

The special requests you can get as a prostitute can be 'interesting', to say the least. One of my regular guys invited me to his SL home, where we had sex in the bed he shares with his wife. He specifically asked me to publish everything on my blog. Well... here we go.

He seemed particularly energetic this time. His wife was definitely missing out! Not a single concern about the bed getting messed up, or my smell being left behind in the sheets (or on his cock). As you all know by now, I enjoy the idea of an adulterous husband, so I had a great time.

He made me cum loud.. while I was facing a portrait of her on the wall... I left the bed in a mess of course. She can clean it up.

My last World Cup gig as a street hooker

Tonight will be the last match for Brazil at the 2014 World Cup. They failed miserably of course in the semi finals. Which is good news for me: I got a booking with a group of men the other day: 22 of them. One of them is said to have a back injury, I was asked not to be too rough on him.

An intellectual tart

Some of my clients are smart. I mean: not just smart, but like... REALLY smart. They read books and such. Some of them are programmers, lawyers. Maybe this surprises you, but it's true: there are actually good men who hire hookers. they're not all drugs dealers and criminals.

For some of them I try to do a little extra. And I do my best to look a bit smarter myself as well. To make them feel more comfortable.

It doesn't always work. Like the other day: my guy had to go AFK (away from keyboard) and I decided to entertain myself for a while with my new novel. After a short while my guy looked up from his work and made the remark: "That book has no letters in it."

I suppose you can't just fake everything. Dang.

Slow nights are good nights

"Hi baby, having a slow night?"
I hear this frequently. Sometimes I simply say yes, or I nod in agreement. This time I had just logged on myself and I told him so. We had a little chat and he hired me for 30 minutes.

Afterwards I came back to an empty region. One girl teleported in and immediately left again. 5 minutes after her disappearance, a regular of mine showed up.

Slow nights are underrated, really.
/me counts her money, wipes off her lips and proceeds to the next client.