Merry Christmas!

Wishing all of my readers, fellow bloggers and friends a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Preparing the gangbang cage for the party

There's been a lot of preparations going on for tonight's Christmas Party at Street Whores - Town Square. I spoke with a couple of people and thought by myself: "With this being such a naughty place, why do we still do all these civilised things, like DJ's, dances and maybe a stripper or two?"

My friend brought in the solution: he has a copy of OmniPotent's 'Ultimate Gangbang Cage' that we rezzed for tonight. We coloured it all in Christmas colours and now it should be ready. I just have to add a tipjar and sit in it myself.
During preparation the reindeers were watching us. One of them was enjoying Christmas already: he was drunk. Never seen a drunk reindeer before. But well, what can you expect from one in Secondlife?

Party starts at 1PM at: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/108/78/57

Ho ho ho! All lined up for Santa

We've been bad girls Santa. Come here and punish us...

Street Whores Christmas Party

Street Whores - Town Square will have it's Christmas Party tonight at 1PM SLT. Mel and I are inspecting the dance area and the DJ set now.

Date: 22-12-2014
Time 1PM
Location: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/62/118/56

A bicycle trip

A girl can't be always on her back, making L$'s, so I was happy tobe invited on a trip, exploring the countryside with a friend. He didn't tell me that'd be a trip on bike. Boy boy, that was some shaky ride! Here you see us going downhill at irresponsible speeds, while my friend still holds a 'package' he had to deliver to a friend. I didn't ask him what was in, probably wise.

"Bicycle, whore and joint, this is so Dutch, he told me. That's probably right, but the slopes in the Zindra roads and the cherry blossom in the trees wasn't. Neither was the sort of casino where we stopped for a cigarette.

 

The end of the trip was as unceremonial as you might expect in Secondlife: after a bunch of bumpy region crossings we got back at Street Whores - Town Square. It turns out the place is so full of street prostitutes now that I almost instantly crashed entering the place.

Lagged out. I decided to get some coffee and call it a day.

Saint Nicholas drops by for a quickie

In my line of work you meet all kinds of people. But still, I can be surprised at the people dropping by.

Being raised in The Netherlands, I know Saint Nicholas (or Sint Nikolaas, Sinterklaas) well. He's the patron saint of children. Every year at December 5th he brings them children. In the old days he was said to put the naughty children in his sack and bring them back home with him, to Spain.

So you can imagine my surprise this morning as I made myself ready for work at 'the office'. Well.. my street corner. Seeing this Bisshop walk in with his book and staff. He told me that my name was in the book. I had been a good girl and I deserved a present.
I was allowed to take it from his sack myself. I frowned a bit when he suggested that.

As a kid I was always wondering how one man, with his black helper who is recently the cause of a big public debate on racism in The Netherlands, could deliver all those presents in one night. As soon as he grabbed my hips and bent me over it became clear: this man may have been born around 270 AD, he's still as virile as he can be. I had trouble keeping up.

All the time I was wondering where his helper was, a threesome with these two important men would be most interesting for my resumé. He didn't bother telling me though. He gave me the impression he had sneaked away in the morning while Black Pete was still in bed.

Near the end of the session he asked me to open my mouth. Traditionally he puts his presents in children's shoes, but since I was still wearing my pink stripper heels that didn't work. My feet and his hands would not both fit in at the same time.
So I opened my mouth and looked up into his eyes. He rewarded me with a sticky present. It took a while to wash it off my face again. But hey, I served Saint nicholas. What other whore can say that?

A fucking professional

Dear readers,

It has been a hard day for your favourite Secondlife escort blogger. But she has made a decent amount of Linden Dollars too. As for the clients: the drainage has been sufficient. I got no complaints.

I am writing this to you before I even took a shower. The blog must go on. I am a fucking professional. ;-)

Saint Nicholas

Saint Nicholas, or Sinterklaas as we say in Dutch, is the guy who gives presents to little children at December 5th every year. He's not the kind of character you expect to appear in a Red Light District.

But hey, this is Secondlife, I should not be surprised anymore. It turned out he was broke anyways. He left after five minutes.

Caught with his pants down

The other day, one of my regulars was discovered by his wife with his pants down. And with his cum on my lips, I should add to that. I give good blowjobs, so he didn't notice anything until she had already left the scene. She called him 'asshole' I think. I suppose I would do the same if I found my partner in our bed with a prostitute.

He must have really enjoyed it though. Not only up to that point, as his reaction showed. After my explanation about what had just happened to his Secondlife marriage, he continued to fuck me into the sheets. He came a second time.

The danger of discovery

Two days ago I had a wild ride again with a client who loves the danger of being discovered by his wife. While having sex with a prostitute in their bed, that is. I must say, it turns me on too. I have no idea how he is going to talk his way out of it if she would catch him like that. But then, that is not really my problem. I just have to make sure I get paid.

Boy Wonder

Oooh, Robin!
Let me lick your bat pole until it drips...

Raped and peed upon by a client

Most of my clients are nice, hardworking family men who cheat on their wives. They're respectful, pay my fee and most often they come back after a while for a second, or third, fourth, helping. I like them.

But every now and then you meet a real asshole. It may begin innocently: he's being a bit rough and I think he's just being forward or very excited. I like being handled, so it's not a big thing. My job is all about playing.

That's what I thought this time. Of course I should have been alarmed by the location. A run-down warehouse in a messy street asks for caution. But hey, a girl needs to pay her rent, I can't refuse them all these days. When he was getting a bit too rough, ramming into me, I pushed him back with my hand, telling him to calm it down.

That's when he got really nasty: he beat me and pushed me over the table edge, forcing himself into me. No one heard me screaming of course. He must have made sure about that when he chose this place.

I tried to fight him, but my struggles only made it worse. In the end I just let him have his way. I let him do whatever dirty thing he had planned for, too tired to resist any longer.

When he was done, I dropped to the floor, or rather, he dragged me off the table and let me fall on the floor. I was exhausted and I hardly noticed him anymore. Then I felt a warm, smelly  stream of urine land on my skin. I can't remember when I last felt this bad. Maybe the day I discovered that I got pregnant of an otter.. Well.. you can read about that in earlier blog posts.

When he left the building I got back on my feet, grabbed my bag and slowly walked home. The money he had paid me was still in the purse. He must have been too excited at fulfilling his dirty fantasy to forget about taking that away from me as well.

It was time to clean myself up and get back into the streets. There was rent to be paid.

A grunge urban wall

Where Club Radiance was until last week,there is now an abandoned building. As you can see, stuff deteriorates rapidly here. There are already nasty texts appearing on walls. 'I luuurve it up my dirty ass at the bus stop', one says.

I suppose she can wait for her bus afterwards forever: I never saw a bus stop here. It might be a good place for other activitities though, so I took the place for the time being.

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.

Club Radiance is closing

I just received the following message:


"Sad News
Tue 28 Oct 2014 04:46:24

It is with a heavy Heart that I have to announce the closing of Club Radiance. I will be opening a new type of club in a new location soon. but for now The 'Radiant' Dream is over.  Halloween Will be the last day of operations here. Please stop by before then!   Condi"

That's a pity. I remember how the Bordello closed last year. Now, after the little private whorehouse, also our largest nightclub has to close. Fortunately I can still walk around in the streets to get my clients....

My sexy new winter coat

I found this gorgeous new winter coat. By the looks of it, they must have killed a bunch of animals for it. Since we're in Secondlife, maybe they even killed furries, you never know.

But you are probably wondering: why on earth did that bitch call it 'my sexy new winter coat'?

Because I like to wear it just over my naked skin.

An item from my wishlist

Sex is good for many things. One of them is dresses. A man bought an item from my wishlist in Secondlife today. I routinely keep a small list of things I would like to have in my Secondlife profile. I'm happy with it. And I know he was too: I put it on while his cum was still dripping down my leg. I spilled some on his face too...

Win a free ride with one of the street whores!

The bosses at my street have started a raffle again. Entrants have to win the group's (the male group) tag and click the sign near the teleport point. Each day they will have a new chance to win sex with one of the girls who entered. I am one of them, so maybe... we will meet later this month!

The competition starts this tuesday...

The wanna-be-a-pornstar trick

You've got to love them, the guys that walk up to a street girl in Secondlife and ask:
"Hi honey, want to be rich and famous?"
"Want all the men in SL after you?"

He was Italian, of course. Happily married with his SL love. His profile listed her as 'his princess' and when looking, her profile was full of him. I wonder if she knew what he was doing while she was offline.
I asked him if he had any references, a link, whatever. He gave me the link to the general Secondlife Porn community and the blog of this group. Like expected, he stuck around for 10 more minutes after I called his bluff, trying to get me to come with him.
I don't mute guys like that, I certainly don't chat up their SL wives. That'd be low. But next time he shows up he better has some cash at hand and a better story.

And not: 'Want to see my spaceship?'

A hooker on the net

One of the things a girl working as an escort, or if you prefer, prostitute, hooker etc. in Second Life will run into are advertisement boards. These boards can be rented at many places in Secondlife. Having one at a busy club or a wellknown redlight district can make sense. The downside for many new girls in the job is: these boards can be notoriously hard to configure.

Being one of the experienced persons around, I sometimes get requests to help with the ad signs. I used to kind of like to get the new girls started out, but at some point it gets annoying. The reason is simple: once you start helping people out with these things, others will flock to you as well with their little tech problems. When they're done with the advertisement signs, the next thing will be the teleporter to the sex rooms and after that they will find something new.

The simple truth, of course is, I don't really know so much more about these items. I'm just a simple girl trying to make a living by spreading her legs. When I learnt to use a teleporter, an advertisement sign etc. I simply did so by reading the manual and doing exactly what it told me. This is also what I do when someone asks me for help. Do they really think I know everything? I simply look it up again.

Spying on me

So, who is that behind my back, spying on me? Another photographer who thinks prostitutes are an interesting subject. Creep... Just get your wallet out, then we've got something to talk about.

Adultery in Secondlife

"Should I take my wedding ring off?"

That's the kind of remark that gets me going. I simple replied: "Why?" After all, I don't need him to claim me, I just like it when he wants to have sex with me, in his wife's bed. And then afterwards has to clean up the sticky mess.

He's a big guy and he's got a good body. So you won't hear me complain. His wife might not complain either. Not as long as she's unaware that he's hiring an escort with a big dragon tattooed on her back. Maybe this will even warm him up a little for the moments he spends with his wife in their house. Who knows...

Meeting the squad for the rape movie

I reacted to an advertisement in one of the porn producer's groups that we have in Secondlife and was asked by a director to drop by at his home. There I met with the nice folks in this photo.

The plan is that they will abduct me and 4 or 5 other actresses and abuse us in a basement of some sorts for weeks. They will make a series about this. Maybe, if there's enough time and everything works out, the whole project will be edited into a longer film.

The whole meeting took place in a relaxed atmosphere. I'm looking forward to working with them.

Alone in a dirty street

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A chat in a seedy alley

I was standing at the main square in our neighbourhood, with all the other little women. It was getting a bit busy for me though and I needed to get myself a cup of coffee. So I did what I usually do then: I move my ass. This time it meant that I walked down the streets, through a couple of back alleys, to find myself a place to quietly hang out. And, you never know, some lost soul may appear, a man in search of a woman. Someone looking for a quick fix, or an occasion to tell his life story.

This time it was a woman though and she was already standing there when I walked into the seedy alley where Dreamers Gentleman's Club is. I'm not sure what sort of gentlemen frequent this place. Judging from her story, I should be glad I never worked for them.

She was covered in dirt and scratches. When I asked her what had happened, she simply stated: "Oh nothing special, I was raped by 4 guys and I slept between the garbage bags."

So, those are the men you find in our neighbourhood on a saturday night, drunks, violent scum. They may abuse you, beat you up and not even pay for it. Am I glad I usually work at other nights, when the nice judges and professors, hardworking men who cheat on their wives, roam the streets. They may get rough too, but at least the compensation is handsome.

Manicure for money

As an escort girl, I have to work on my appearance. A thing like that doesn't just stop. Looking after your body and your looks is a 24/7 occupation. whether it is thinking about your diet, sleeping in until 3 in the afternoon or bathing in cum at a gangbang, it's all about skin, shape, muscle, well.. taking care of the body. I have to, men pay me for it.

One of those many tiny details I have to look after are my fingernails. They have to be perfect. I can't just start opening cans and cartons with them. I need them for scratching in backs, I need them to look good on the skin of some random, fat, ugly cock. That is not easy, believe me.
Typing away to make this blogpost is bad enough. I am not as fast as I'd like to be. I have to be careful. My income is at stake and my fingernails are part of it.

Whores at Oktoberfest

I suddenly remembered that Oktoberfest has started. While I am not German, there are many Germans at the street where I work. So it makes sense to pay attention to this Bavarian tradition. Even our Japanese girl FukuYushi liked the idea: she took it a step further even and put on the sluttiest dirndl she could find. After that I had to pull my top down and bare my breasts as well. We can't look too tradtional. After all, what is Oktoberfest for street whores in SL if we can't give a slutty twist to it?

After fukuYushi, I got our street bum, Johan, involved. He's not a resident of Bavaria either, but he likes beer, so he was easily persuaded. He decided to go along with our style and make it a topless Oktoberfest as well. I still think his choice of beer was a bit modest. You can't seriously show up in Bavaria with something like that. I will tell him tomorrow, after all, Oktoberfest lasts until October 5th. Time enough to empty a few more glasses.

A tiny prick

Sometimes we are just nasty. Some think it is because us street whores lead such hard lives, but the truth is, we don't really need a reason for it, we just are. Like the other day: this guy came along and was looking for a girl. One of us stepped up to him and inspected his trousers. She slid her hand into it and laughed. Then the three of us went with him into a dark alley.

I was standing behind him, blocking his path back. Of course he could have pushed me aside, but he was a sissy and we knew it. We spent the next 15 minutes laughing at him, especially when he pulled out his cock and started to beg us to blow him.
When we were tired of him, we took the money and we left the scene.

The bird burglar

Something happened to me yesterday. It was pretty scary. I was just sitting at my desk in my little house at Street Whores - Town Square when all of the sudden this big bird appeared. Right in the middle of my house. Of course, as I must have explained before in my blog, breaking into other people's homes is easy in Secondlife. But that doesn't make it any nicer.

He was big, gold-coloured and he was coming towards me. It was pretty obvious that he was attracted by the money that was still laying about on the floor. This was the kind of creature that would rob me and then proceed to rape and murder me. Not nice.

The big bird cut off my path to the balcony, so Itook the only chance I thought I had: I pulled up my dress and presented myself to him. "Please, don't kill me!" I begged, "I will be nice to you..."

The creature seemed to like this. A big black cock popped up from beneath his feathers. It seemed I had a chance here.

In my profession you learn a thing or two about men. I knew how to handle men like this. He might let me go afterwards, or just fall asleep on the desk.

The bird got pretty wild and had it's way with me in every way it liked. It was rough, but at some moments, I must admit, it got me excited as well.

When he was finished and I found myself all covered in bird cum, he asked me something. It had to do with the square at Street Whores.

Suddenly I realised this bird wasn't a burglar: it was just my old friend the wolf, who once offered me a beer at the nearby pub. I blogged about him before. He was in the neighbourhood and came to say hello. In a bit of a clumsy way. I felt really stupid.