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.

A hot shower

Whores can run into some pretty nasty people. Most of the time the situation is pretty harmless, as we spot trouble from afar and stay away from the idiots. But there are things that can't be avoided. Like: people calling you names and other sorts of verbal abuse. In Secondlife we have the possibility to simply mute these men and move on. I don't do it often, but this morning I needed to.

When this happens I sometimes share the man's name with colleagues or report him to the Whore Union, for their blacklist. I think I have mentioned them before in this blog.

I had a good surprise today, when after such an event a guy contacted me in instant message. He was familiar to me: I had seen him before at the square where I work. He never hired me before though, for reasons unknown to me. So I had stopped paying attention to him. Maybe he liked other girls better. That happens.
This time he contacted me though and he offered me 'a shower'. Having just finished my morning coffee, I thought that a nice idea, so I went with him to a skybox with a whole lot of scenes to select from. He turned on a shower in a tropical beach setting and gave me a good...

Well... he knew how to handle a woman and behaved like a true gentleman. He basically saved my morning.I got my energy back now, so... Who's next?

Pole dancing: it's all about coffee

Pole dancing is one of the more popular things to do for girls in Secondlife and it offers many of us a little bit of pocket money. Even amongst the ones you may never find in a nightclub or dance venue anymore, there are quite a lot who have tried it at some point. They may not be too willing to talk about it though.

So, what is the secret to pole dancing?

Well.. just one thing: coffee.
I could say it is patience, but that would just be boring. So I will say it is coffee. The reason is simple: when you're a dancer in a club it usually means you have to wait a lot. Most of the time not much will happen at all. If something happens, like a guy coming in, you have to be a bit lucky too. You can't get through all this time by just staring at the screen. that's where coffee comes into play. You sometimes just need lots of it if you're planning to stay awake.

The best of us can easily combing pole dancing and coffee drinking. We have no issues entertaining a visitor while sipping on a hot, steamy cup. Meanwhile we wrap our legs around the pole, twirl around it, slide down, all of this while keeping the coffee cup perfectly balance. Try that in real life!

Overslept, but gave head anyways

You probably have an idea of how I performed at the cocksucking competition last weekend. And yes, you are right: I fell asleep before I could head off to the venue where it was going to take place. I never left my bed. So, no blowjob, no contest, no chance of winning 5000 Linden Dollars.

But it wasn't so bad, really. The next day I made those 5000L easily, thanks to two generous clients. And I am pretty sure they received better blowjobs than anyone at that competition. Clever guys, they know that some things can better be left to the care of a professional.

Preparing for the blowjob contest

It was busy as I walked in to have a look at the competition place for the blowjob contest. Two girls were already there, giving head to some lucky guys. It wasn't hard to find a practice object for myself. An empty chair was harder to get. It was only needed for a couple of minutes though as I needed to know the animations. I left my guy overheated and throbbing. Too bad, he should have paid. :-P

Everybody was speaking Russian there. It was a bit strange. I wonder what it will be like later tonight.

Cock sucking contest

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The talking hours

Some think that escort girls spend most of their working time having sex. They'd be surprised. Not only do many club girls spend most of their time hanging around and waiting. Also: men who hire us often have some sort of story they wish to share with us. I'm not going to say we're full-pro psychiatrists, but as 'qualified professionals' we do our part when it comes to patching up our men.

And it can take a while. Not everybody is into quickies. Especially the ones who are into 'talkies' just need company. Sometimes for extended time periods. And they often treat us well for that. You won't hear a girl complain about a good guy that keeps coming back.