Advertising my boobs

Apparently there are stickers with information of girls on the street lantern here. I also see graffiti: dirty messages with phone numbers. It is one of the charms of the furniture here. It all looks a little gritty and dirty.

And how do I advertise? Well, I use this tool. Two tools actually. I have an attachment that enables Johns to click my boobies. Then they will get a link to this site, or if they choose so, a notecard with information on my escorting services. I bought it a few years ago and a friend adjusted it a little to my own preferences.

Men seem to like it. Some of the girls who work here too..

Lessons in street walking

I have been thinking for a while to publish lessons in street walking online, on my blog. Street walking in Second Life that is.

I'm not sure if I would be a good coach in-world, but with 5 years of experience I've been around long enough to know how it works very well. I know about the patience it takes, about the little tricks we may and may not use to lure men towards us and I know how to (un-)dress for the job.
Throughout the years I have developed my own methods, which may be much different from those of some others, but served me well in terms of efficiency. I think few girls manage to conserve as much energy as I can while remaining active in-world for the time I am 'at work'. I could tell a little about these.
And I've produced a bit of an instinct when it comes to judging men. I know what types I might as well ignore completely and also which types might seem odd or 'useless', but who could actually be good clients. And I learnt the value of being friendly, being very nice, almost always, especially to strange men...

At least it would give me a good subject to blog about, another thing I picked up at some point and which has served me very well in business. What do you think? Should I share some 'secrets of the trade' or not?

G-spot

Sometimes you walk about in the square, almost falling asleep due to the lack of business. Suddenly you see something.

I found the G-spot! It's the disc that marks the teleport area. No wonder they all loiter there..

Dancing to Rachael's tunes

Yesterday Rachael took out her DJ kit once again. (she does this regularly, as you've probably read in my other blogposts) She also took out the wall from the pub, to make it more accessible and create us a nice spot to dance.

While I never manage to pick up a single client during these dances, they are fun to be at. It helps to relax and let the mind wander away from the waiting, the 'hello-ing' incoming punters and whores and the men who like to grope my breasts in the street.
She started out with a bunch of songs, then switched to trance, which I really like lately, as it's abstract and nice to dance to.

Next time, come have a party with me!

Back in the streets.. where the quality is

I had a long weekend of social obligations, but now I am back again, at my street corner, quarreling with the other girls over the incoming punters, the cigarettes and the best places to lean against walls or street lanterns.

So, here we are, me, Rachael, Suzi, Nathalie and Satsuki, the dirtiest girls of the moment. At least in this part of town. With coffee, cigarettes and enough cheap condoms on us to last through the night.

So guys, pack your cocks and your wallets and pay us a visit. You can't save it all up for the wife...

Typing dirty

What do you type up on a saturday morning, when the work day of a street prostitute in Second Life has just started? It's hard to start sometimes, especially when you're covered in the sticky remains of the first client of the day.

I can go for something dirty, but I'm not that much of a dirty typist in public. Not on my blog anyways. I like the understated, calm reflections on the Linden dollars and the layers of cum I acquire in a day's work.
What else can I say? Not much.. time to answer some chatty men around here, it seems they demand attention. Let's see if they have the wallets to match that.

/me yawns and walks out the front door again, towards the street corner...

Being friendly to strange men

Being friendly to random strangers is a good quality for any prostitute. Of course there are men who get excited when you act bitchy, but most will like it better if you receive them in a warm and friendly way. When needed, you can always roleplay the bitch upon request.

My experience is, that they are much more likely to come back to you when you treat them well. You may even become a richer whore then. Strange isn't it? Who would have expected that.

Adultery

Would you like it if your partner has sex with someone else? Ask me that question and my answer is: "No."

I expect a majority of the men that hire me to have a partner, either in Seconlife, or in reality. Or both. I don't think it is an issue, not for me at least. I am not going to marry one of them and I am certainly not planning to take them away from their wives or girlfriends.
But I am also not responsible for their relationships and the appointments they made with their partners on cybersex. So yes, if one of them wants to have sex with me, on the bed he ususally shares with his wife, I say: "Yes."

Not because I dislike his wife, but because he is taking the risk of getting caught. Like one of my regulars: he was already found cheating on two consecutive spouses, with me.

Maybe I did these women a service and they found someone new now, who knows. Maybe they are angry with me as well.

Exploring the Pulciano region

I decided to make a little walk and see where I would end up. And so I arrived at the Pulciano region, somewhere in a lonely array of sims connecting two continents of Second Life. They had a pretty tower here and I saw an extuinguished campfire next to it. Could it have been that someone had just left? Who knows.. Also I saw a place to get free diving gear. Interesting.

Photoshoot by Graham Collinson

He said it was a nice start and I could 'do with the photo's whatever I wanted' so here are a couple of photo's from my shoot with Graham Collinson a few days back.

Enjoy!

 

Foot fetish

I have this guy who likes to be dominated. And not just a bit, but really kept, locked up, serve and obey me. This can be pretty intense, but it can be fun too.

The other night, I already mentioned that I was a bit tired after a long day with many clients, he told me that he has a big fetish for feet. Also for boobs, asses, legs and a number of other things, apparently, but he especially mentioned feet. Now we happened to be in the skybox, or should I say 'sex box' of a colleague of mine that I sometimes use. She has a 'foot fetish sofa'. Of course I took the occasion to have him massage my feet. Naturally he licked them too in the process.

While he treated my feet to a nice massage I dozed off pretty quickly. I slept well after that.

Street whores at sea

Rachael asked me if I wanted to join in for a sail at her yacht yesterday. "She must be rich," I thought, "to have a yacht." But instead of wondering how many clients you need to afford a thing like that, I decided to just go along. The idea is that we would set out from Nantucket Yacht Club, at the edge of Blake Sea, and then sail west. There we would pick up Misty and Anya, who were still shopping.

I never saw Misty since I got a visitor in real life and had to jump overboard, but after a shot stopover we did catch up with Anya, who found herself a place on top of the cabin. We sailed on, around the west coast of Nautilus Island and were planning to go to Anya's place.
From what I heard they arrived there, just in time to service the local football team, that was just celebrating a big win. Meanwhile I was already stuck at home with my visitor and a cup of tea. Can't have it all, not at once...

Chaos in the red light district

Red light districts in Second Life can be chaotic beyond belief. You may think it is just about hookers (and even the hookers themselves may think so), but often you will find the funniest characters walking about and you will see the strangest things happening.

Who would imagine you can barbecue with a horse and two prostitutes? No one in his right mind would organise this. A picture from March 2014 shows this has already happened.

Or where outside of the Doctor Who television series would you run into a Dalek? Sometimes not so far from the teleport routing point at my workplace.

Do Street whores go around on bicycles? Yes, sometimes we do...

Mud Wrestling at Streetwhores - Town Square

On saturday we had Stephanie's mud wrestling event, a thing we had been looking out for all week.

You may wonder: what would make streetwhores interested in mud wrestling?
Well, nothing really. The thing is, streetwhores in the virtual world of Second Life might be interested in mud wrestling, since this is one of the classic sports that are practiced. Maybe not as much as 5 years ago, but there are numerous variations on the game and it is still a welcome party theme in many places.

At our little red light district it was certainly a success yesterday. We had the owner, Suzi, spinning the tunes on her DJ set, we had the organiser place her fish cart in the street and we had at least one male regular visitor undress and join the ladies in the muddy fun in one of the matches.

Of course the host, Stephanie, turned out to be the best mud wrestler of them all. She won most of the matches. But that only contributed to the fun.

New eyes

While I haven't been in a porn movie in well over a year, I am still a member of one of the main pornstar groups in Second Life and so it came to pass that I was contacted by a photographer. Not only did the photographer turn out to be a very cute guy, his profile suggested he was a f***ing professional. (Like me, but then in his field) His name is Graham Collinson, by the way.

He seemed kind of impressed by me, but he also had a few good tips. For close up shots he recommended we go to the Ikon eye store together (no intention of product placement here, they don't sponsor me) and get a nice set of new eyes.

So, I teleported there after him, naked, since he had already talked me out of my clothes. That was kind of funny, but the eyes he got me were quite beautiful.

Afterwards we had a photoshoot. He wasn't going to use all of the material for his photostream he said, maybe one, maybe two. But hey, they're pretty and I was happy with them.
I will show how the photo's turned out later...

A sweeper truck for cleaning the landing point

Stephanie demonstrated a new tool for cleaning the landing point the other day: this nice van with brooms and brushes. I was quite amazed that someone took the trouble to make one in Second Life, especially with all the moving parts that I saw on it.

Stephanie stepped into the sweeper truck and I watched. Meanwhile Whotter, the baby otter, just slept, undisturbed by all the noise the van was making. I insisted it should be painted pink and so she did.

There were no men standing AFK at the teleport routing point, which happens a little less since Steph made it rotate, to have it move the men to it's periphery slowly after rezzing. But fortunately Chez was quietly standing nearby, which is the usual thing that time of morning, so she tested it on her. I could not held a laugh as Chez was moved 4 metres down the square by the pink humming vehicle.
I hope we'll see more of it.

Mud wrestling contest

Coming saturday at 9AM SL time my friend Stephanie is hosting a mud wrestling contest at Streetwhores - Town Square: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/136/83/55

This is not only your chance of participating in this classic SL sport, but also an excellent opportunity to see us all as dirty as we can get! So join in in the fun!

Sex in public

I typically like more discrete settings, although I must say the idea of doing things in a nasty-looking back alley, the good thing about Second Life being that the dirt stays on a screen, arouses me. Some men seem to go along with that idea very well: drag a random girl into the alley and 'do' her. Sometimes, but actually not so often, someone comes around who takes it a step further: "Ï want to have sex with you right here, in front of everybody."

Who am I to say no? So, he pays me and I slip out of my dress. It's pretty cold still this time of year, but the strangeness of the idea takes my mind away from that. Besides, I have to focus on giving a very nasty blowjob first. That will get him going.

And yes, it did. It was an interesting experience, once again...

Inventory blues - Where's my hair?

Yes, I know, I have hair on my head, but...

sometimes you want to try find that piece of hair back, or another item, but today it was hair. And it won't work. That can be so annoying. And you look and you search and you try all kinds of keywords, but it simply won't work.
And even though you find back other hair in the process, hair that might attract men (or do they go after other things?), it is still annoying and disappointing.

It's the hair I was wearing in this photo, from the blog post "Call me, honey". But damn, where is it? What was it's name?

I might not become a Second Life affiliate after all

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Stephanie's new house

Yesterday evening I was walking about in my usual part of town when I noticed that Suzi, the owner of Street Whores, Bojana and Stephanie were all nearby. At least: Secondlife's minimap told me so. I didn't see them.

It didn't take me long though to figure out that they were at the second floor above the pub. So I walked upstairs and knocked at the door. Stephanie told me I could come in. This was her new house.
And such a nice comfy place it was! A bit later my baby otter, Whotter, also walked in, followed by our old friend Condorina, who used to have her own club at the square.

We chatted on a number of things, until most of us had to leave again, to real life or to other SL appointments. Like me for instance: I had an interview for a new porn movie. I was kind of expecting a long story there, but the director just stared at my chest and said: "Nice breasts!"

That was it. Recordings start tonight.

Should Whotter grow up?

I just realised that my baby Whotter, who is now being monopized and mothered by my friend Steph, is a year and 3 weeks old in Second Life. I suddenly wondered if that would not mean he is a mature otter by now!

Given that a day in Second Life lasts 6 hours and male otters reach sexual maturity at age 3.... we have been treating him like a baby for too long. We might have to accept that the words "whore" (his first word), "mama" and "fish" are already quite an accomplishment for such a creature and find him a larger furry avatar.
 
Also, it's time to find him a nice prostitute!

What do you guys think? Should Whotter grow up? Or will he be an eternal baby, like there are so many in Second Life?