All alone at the Meat Market

Summer is especially slow this year. I seem to spend much of my time hooking on my own at the Meat Market. Of course there are others who walk in from time to time and I frequently have company, but still it feels lonely.

It's waiting till the vacation season is over. Until then it's patience, patience, patience and grabbing that one opportunity that comes. The few men who aren't out there with the wife and kids, the ones who are back already, or the occasional return business: a happy guy who remembers me and comes back for another 15 to 60 minutes of entertainment.

Summer is slow.

Pro Tip 5: Titzy: have a consistent look

Every week there are one or more new girls who work the streets here. Some of them are newcomers, some are seasoned professionals. You don't always see that when you have just run into them. A little chat usually tells it.
Titzy could have been either when I met her, a lot of detail to her avatar revealed that she knew SL well, but it didn't tell me whether she was new to whoring. We were alone in the Meat Market for quite a while. After she clicked my boobies (they give out my rates and a link to this blog) we ended up chatting.
She has been whoring in SL for 8 years now, one year more than me and she has pretty much seen it all. New to this place, she wondered whether the men here would like a girl that is both top and bottom-heavy. "They help balance my ginormious ass, " she told me about her boobs. I assured her that there will be plenty men who like large breasts and with the services she offers, there'll most likely be business.

Titzy's Pro Tip

Titzy has a good tip for all of us, as we were talking about our shapes and skins, meshes etc. we both agreed that changing looks too drastically is bad for business. She said:

"I update mine, I do not make major changes to my look as a rule. It helps with the business a LOT to have a consistant look. Guys want to hire a person... Not a shapeshifting thing."

All Pro Tips

Street Whores Summer Party

We had a summer party down at Street Whores this sunday. It had been a while since the last monthly party. (You could say that they haven't been as 'monthly'the past few months)

It was great fun, not only did I find a tool that enabled Whotter to dance along with the 'big avatars', a thing I have been wanting for years, but also did my friend STephanie show up again. She had been away for weeks now. A week ago or so I had already understood that she was very busy with her company in RL, so I wasn't too worried anymore, but it was good to see her in-world again.

There were prizes for the three girls that were best in theme. The black girl that is left of Whotter in the photo (I forgot her name, it was too long and complicated for me) won first prize. There's a sort of policy that the managers of the area and previous winners aren't always eligible for the competition. It makes it more fun for the newcomers.

At the end, one of the girls decided to leave the scene by helicopter, which was kind of weird, but that's what SL is for, right?

The August slump

August is once again a slow month for us hookers. I was debating it the other day with my colleagues Meli, Elvira and the girl who's now hiding in the picture behind Elvira. Men are on vacation, with their families. All we can hope for is that they will soon return extra horny, due to lack of privacy thanks to the kids in their hotel room, or the wife (or them) not daring to have sex in the tent.

I still have my fair share of clients and Elvira's nickname is 'The vacuum cleaner' still, but it is hard work at the moment.

Whotter's new room

I helped my son Whotter to redecorate the downstairs area that is now his room. I got him a nice seashell and a bunch of sand. He seemed very happy with it, immediately making use of the bath to frolick around in.

It didn't take long before he was angry with me though. While I was still busy on the room, a fellow blogger contacted me and I asked him if he would like to sea the new seashell bath that I had just bought for my son.The water was nice and warm and since it was inside he wouldn't have to bring his swimtrunks.

I thought that this was safe, as Whotter had left the room, but when I heard some growling sound I realised that he had just been looking at us from a small distance. now I fear he will try to take revenge on me for 'polluting' his new bath.

Flamenco at the Meat Market

I was talking with Anya, when Bojana appeared in this long dress (everything that goes below the knees is kind of unusual at Street Whores), a flamenco dress, she started dance as soon as she saw us. She mentioned she got the dress at some fair, but of course I had already used the 'inspect' option in the viewer to see who made her pretty dress: AlaFolie.

I thought I heard that name before, maybe from a Spanish friend, but I wasn't too sure. We went to visit the shop to get more flamenco dresses. At first I wanted to get the same as Bo, but Anya had already picked one in her favourite colour, blue. So I opted for the gold one.

Next all that we needed was a flamenco animation. After much struggling with poseballs I still didn't get the animation synchronised, but we didn't care anymore. Bojana gave us a YouTube-link for the flamenco music and we were off to dance at the Meat Market.

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 ...