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.