A long day in the district

Some days are harder than others, yesterday for instance.

There were good things going on. I met this new girl for instance, Jennabel. She's an experienced one, works at a club. We chatted for quite a while and exchanged experiences. In the end she went with a regular of hers that she teleported into the square.
Much of the time though we were amazed at the amount of men who walk into our area and do next to nothing. Many don't even say hello when they come in. That's not how it should be in a small neighbourhood like ours, I think.
Then there were the ones who simply loiter or chat up girls without hiring them. Some of them may actually think that we are waiting for a compliment like: "Chez is the prettiest, I think. Just a statement, not that I am going with her."

Chez wants the dough too, not the hot air that escapes when you open the oven.

That's when it's time to maybe do something silly instead. Rezzing sheep for instance. Some of the men might prefer them to women who walk around on their hind legs. Very few came by to admire the sheep though. I doubt one of them was hired...
At the end of the day an old regular walked into the street and he took me with him for his amusement. Nice and hard. Just what I needed.

Where the girls go...

Well... that is a simple thing: they don't walk much on average where I work.

"More girls this way" reads the sign my colleague Rachael, one of the owners of Street Whores, put out in the street. You can see that the girl in the photo is not paying much attention to this: she stays put.

In the aerial view of Street Whores - Town Square you see that we have a bunch of buildings here, a large square, a wider street, another larger opun urban space and a network of small alleys. Next to the little town is an airport. I never noticed it before, but it's there. No idea who uses it...

Then, if you zoom in, you will find all of the girls at one spot: in the square, near the teleport point. It is possible some are hanging out elsewhere, but those are almost always a minority. Mostly a couple of the veteran street girls will do this, or the ones who need a little break or bring a client to a remote corner for... ehm... well you guessed that.

So, how do we get more girls to walk around all over the place (and punters too)? That question goes unanswered for years now...

Smoking in the alley

Every now and then it is time for a good conversation. About personal likes and dislikes, about work stuff, clients, people you like and dislike and all sorts of things I won't mention in this blog. Some of them I may mention, but you won't know which those are...

That's the kind of thing Emmi, Melanie and I did today, in the alley, while smoking a cigarette. And another cigarette, and another...

Gin, lag and natural bumpers

Tsai Cheng: it's a good thing i have cushions up front
Tsai Cheng: with all the lag i hardly see where i am going nowadays :-P
Rachael Ezvalt: thats the gin
Tsai Cheng: lag, gin
Tsai Cheng: what's the difference?

A prayer for Valentines

A prayer for Valentines

Girlfriends, fiancées, wives and mothers,

bring them to me, your adulterous men. Your neglected husbands, boyfriends and sons. Let them leave their homes hungry and horny and yearning for more. Let their eyes and their tails wander and their cute cocks grow as I flicker false lashes at them and wiggle my butt.

Provide them with ample pocket money to spill on my tits and I'll gladly roll on my tattooed back and make them shout and scream and cry like a pig and want to come back, again and again.
 
And I will return them to you, your proud fathers and husbands and lovely sons, your merry studs and stallions. All warmed up for that is my calling,

I will make them happy for you,

Amen, says I

Whotter plays with a fox and a pony

I had a little walk to a part of town where it is especially messy. There is rubbish all over the place there and no one ever bothers to clean it up. Cars, car parts, all kinds of scrap metal amidst abandoned houses. I won't be surprised if there are some bodies lying around in the place.

I went there because it is one of Whotter's regular hangouts. He likes to go there and eat stuff, play with whatever he finds lying about. When I arrived I saw he had discovered a fox. They were playing. It was just too cute, so I spied on him from behind a wall.

Then I noticed Rachael and her friend Pony walk in. Whotter thought Pony very interesting, apparently. He immediately walked towards her. Maybe the manes did it, or her large ponytail.
He followed Pony around for a while, basically until she was tired of the little bugger and walked off. Then Whotter went back to look for the fox.

It had left as well.

Bored whore

Whoring is boring. That could be the conclusion when you see the picture I just found back from 4 years ago: me leaning against a street lantern. This is exactly what I am doing now. Little changed.

Oh well... Yes, I got a boob job, new tattoos, new false eyelashes and I give better blowjobs than ever. I suppose I even got really good at this. And I am blogging about it, which is the perfect way to kill time while nothing happens in the streets.

So, on the surface, you could say that 4 years down the road I am still the same bored whore. You may believe this...