An uninvited couple using my bed

It's not always as easy to focus on my writing. Sometimes some man IM's me, a client, he needs 'attention'. That's ok, giving them attention pays my rent. Sometimes they just want attention, without hiring me. I like that a lot less. Maybe if it's a special one, but only so many really are special in the end of course. Or it's a colleague, with a question, a social call, or just because she needs attention. Grrr. This time though it seemed quiet at first.
At first. Soon enough I found myself overhearing some sort of conversation, outside in the street. Strange, since the changes in layout at street whores have made the corner where I live a lot more quiet lately. But I assumed it was just in the shop downstairs.
Somehow, though I could not really hear well what they were saying, I had the impression these two were not shopping people. And they might not even be downstairs. They had disturbed me anyways, so I decided to have a look around.

A quick look with alt-zoom from from my desk learnt me they weren't some couple making out of my neighbours, so I went upstairs to have a look n my own bedroom, where my new king-size bed was still waiting for it's first customer. And, oh yes, there they were, a man going by the Second Life name 'Loving father' and some girl who was a member of the group 'Young sluts for married guys'. I decided to have a little word. Neither of them got up as I spoke to them.

"Oh la la. You know, if you want to use my bed, you can ask."
"Ok sorry." Can we use ur bed."
"Well, go ahead for now. Don't tell your wife.
"Ok thks."
"Do leave a tip at the entrance though, it helps with the rent."

I went downstairs again, to my desk, and tried to focus on my blog. That's not so easy when two uninvited visitors are having sex in your brand-new bed, but hey, they were going to leave a little tip afterwards.

There was some moaning and growling upstairs. I conluded they must have orgasmed. It was time for a little chat.
That was when my friend Stephanie entered the scene, in her cop uniform of course. I noticed that the man was someone on my 'friend list'. Probably due to some sort of chat harassment I must have decided to set my online status to 'invisible' to him. As my friend Stephanie noted to me in a private message: "Smart move. Friend the whore, wait until she is online, then use her place."

The man, who was probably as broke as he was impolite, wanted to argue about leaving a tip for using my bed. That was the moment when Steph decided to give him flying lessons...

Redecoration

Last weekend Suzi and Rachael thought I was a bit down. Suzi was very sweet and helped me with enlarging the attic of my apartment. Since I had bought a new bed, a huge new bed, I had a sudden need for a larger attic...

This enabled me to get some living room furniture as well and redo the interior. I swapped the desk for a smaller one, removed the bar and added comfortable seating and a table. I even got Whotter a bean bag to sit on. Two new pieces of art completed the living room.

Was I happy. I invited Roxie over for a look and she, I and lazy Whotter sat around for quite a while.

So I opened an Instagram account

And I am making selfies. This is what the others think of it:

Tsai Cheng: I opened an instagram account.
Melanie Tuxing: What does Instagram do for you?
Tsai Cheng: Nothing probably, I just opened it. see if it s fun. If not i kill it or abandon it.
Melanie Tuxing: Smile.
Tsai Cheng: Maybe I'll be banned from Instagram in no time.
Whotter nods.
Melanie Tuxing: LOL Whotter

Here it is: https://www.instagram.com/tsaisl/ There are no photo's on it yet, for now I can't upload them from the PC. I will try figure out how that works.

Whotter on the roof

Whotter climbed on the roofs today and met this friendly furry there. They seemed to have fun.

He is not allowed to climb onto roofs of course. The buildings at Street Whores are not that sound proof. He could unnerve some punters that were having their way with one of the girls in a room below his little feet.
So, when he was done playing, I called him over for a little talk. He didn't react very well, of course. He was sad, angry, but I think he got the message.

I am glad he made a new friend though.

Fellatio Friday

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Monkeys in the fountain

Suzi made a first sketch of the redesign of the square, but of course it has been standing unattended for for a number of days. That's when the monkeys get in. In the fountain that is.

 

They seem to like it a lot and no one seems to manage to chase them out of it. Not that anyone tries, the square stands abandoned by the hookers who now use another street to pick up their clients.

Whotter doesn't like the monkeys of course. They are not allowing him in the fountain, depriving him of the only (more or less) decent swimming possibility in town. No catching fish either. He will have to get that from Stephanie's fish cart.

Effects of the main square being renovated

The square is being renovated

Previously I mentioned the changes in the teleport destinations at my 'workplace'. Now the main square at Street Whores - Town Square is being renovated. Co-owner Rachael mentioned that there will be more shops in the new layout, that will feature 2 layers of shopping area below street level. The whole layout, an inverted pyramid going down in steps, reminds me a bit of the Parisian shopping mall of Forum Les Halles.

Photo: Adam Sherer

Meanwhile I discovered the girls, who obviously lost their favourite spot to stand, have exchanged the square for a new corner where they all bunch up, though they do move a bit more still than before. Thei rnew spot is the street corner down the road to the place where the recent Suzi's monthly's party was held. Not a strange spot: it's still rather central and easy to find from multiple of the teleport locations.

A new favourite corner of the girls at Street Whores