Pink and playful

You can say that pink is one of my favourite colours.

Jerking off to a magazine

So I walk into the bar on my usual street to change clothes and find Johan, the local street beggar watching me from a distance. His cam (such a nice secondlife feature) is consistently zoomed in on my avatar.
I finish dressing up and walk downstairs again to find him block my path on the stairs. I wonder what he wants from me. Well, I don't wonder, I have a pretty good idea. He's a big guy and I'm all alone here with him. It's both scary and exciting.
To my surprise, he tells me 'he can't let me walk out into the streets, dressed like this'. When I ask him 'how he's going to prevent me from doing that.' he stays quiet. In the end, he walks off upstairs and leaves me puzzled.

A few minutes later I notice I forgot my purse, walk back up to the bedroom part in the pub and I find him with his porn rag. While I am rearranging my stockings, he starts to jerk off at the magazine.

Men! Why would he wank if I practically present myself to him?

A panther in the grasslands

Here I am, like a panther in the grasslands. As exciting as the view might be to you, this just means that I have crashed out of Secondlife while IM'ing with one of my colleagues. The conversation wasn't very exciting either: there are just often a lot of new girls around who need advice on everything.
Insecure as they are, they allow some of the clients to press their escorting rates down. Then they still won't make much money, but they'll make it harder for everyone else to earn a living. After a few weeks, maybe a month, they give up on 'the life' again.
Very annoying. Especially because I use a sound radar in-world to detect new people coming within chat range. This enables me to walk away from the screen or do some other things online from time to time. Things like writing on this blog... I use a separate list of colleagues to filter out the irrelevant entries of new people.
With all the new girls all the time, a lot of my alerts become 'false positives'. This is even worse because many of these girls have absolutely no idea of what they are doing and they just teleport around when they don't see a man in the area immediately. That they won't find a guy if they don't have the patience to wait for a little while in a good spot never seems to occur to them.

Meanwhile, the good whores suffer the damage. And every now and then they crash out too, like me now.

This doesn't mean the girl who IM'ed me is one of the 'one-day-fly' hookers of course. I simply don't know her yet. She will be able to prove herself, like everyone else.

A talk with Sita

One of the nice things about my job is the opportunity to interact with colleages. Sita Delvalle is the owner of the Home Sweet Home Bordello and a trusted friend for about 2 years now. Every now and then we chat for a while. About all sorts of things, but often business: the bordello, lag, clients, tyre kickers, zombies standing around in the sim, wankers and whatever else comes up.