Moving away from the traffic

We're always being told how good 'traffic' is in Second Life and how important it is to have many visitors in your region. I can tell you, some days it is a pest to be in a busy place, especially if the 'busyness' doesn't translate to 'business'.

When the street is full of girls who don't communicate (except in instant message maybe, but I can't see that, so they might as well be asleep) and quiet men who either cam around with their other hand in their pants, or who might be just as AFK, then it's time to move away a bit.
For me the trade-off is simple: I create a filter this way, that makes sure that people have to walk towards me to get in chat range. AFK people don't walk. So this way I ensure that when someone gets near, I know it is eather an active colleague or an interested punter.
Isn't it all quiet and lonely like this? Yes, sometimes. But I prefer to spend some time on this blog and wait for a sound from my radar or an IM window to trigger me.

In the meantime... I can write stuff for you guys...

A new look, all in pink of course

 I was getting a bit tired of walking around in those old, torn fishnets I have been wearing for maybe a month now. And yes, even fishnets need occasional washing. So I took them to the laundry shop, paid the owner in the backroom and asked him if he had anything else laying around there, something that a client might have 'forgotten', or that had gone 'lost'. And I wanted something sute, bows and ribbons preferably.

And he gave me a complete new outfit, including the false eyelashes that fell off a stripper that had wardrobe issues in his place a week ago. Happy as a... well... happy as a hooker I left the laundrette and stepped outside into the streets again. The shirt was a bit short, yes. The eyelashes were a bit long, the panties cut up a bit high and even the cute bow looked kinky on my head. Actually, the whole thing still screamed 'whore'.

I guess I never learn.

Fishing in the fountain

Whotter needed a bath, so I told him the fountain at the square would work just fine for him. There are even fish in it...

That should be ideal, right? He could catch his own fish and puddle around in the meantime, becoming a clean little otter.

Of course that didn't work. Well the bathing part did, but Whotter is so being used to Stephanie feeding him and rummaging around in trashcans that he forgot how to catch fish himself.
So yeah, that's where mommy gets to work again. Well... given the recent slump in escorting at least I got the babyfood cheap this way!

Hooking on mondays

Monday early morning can be hard work for a street whore, at least when you're in the European timezones. There's plenty of Americans around. Some of them may be horny, others might be drunk.

But as the morning goes by it gets slower. You will find bored whores in the street, otters begging for fish with Anya. Rachael will show up and discover there is a rental free next to the square and the guy who teleports in to look for voice sex won't take the time to wait for our voice escort to arrive.
Those are just mondays. Mondays are unique. Only one out of seven days is a monday...

Fanmail for my nipples

It is not so weird to receive fanmail if you've been blogging for a while, but this time it was kind of special. I am not going to display the entire message for privacy reasons but it went somewhat like this:

"I hate your pictures on SLUniverse. They are gross. Get dressed. I don't care if you are a [BEEP] escort, I don't want to see your [BEEP] parts."

Those were my nipples I suppose. I uploaded a new picture for his amusement:

Sex show with Marilyn

Sometimes you get a nice request by a man who walks by in the streets: a sex show for his eyes only, with my new transgender colleague for instance. It's kind of funny when he asks if I'm confortable with it. Yes, I am and she won't be the first shemale I've shared the sheets with...

It was a lot of fun and since I got ourselves a nice picture to remember the whole thing by I asked Marilyn Hoyess, seen below me in this pic, if she did mind if I'd share the pic on my blog.

Gives you an idea of what I might be doing while I'm not blogging. ;-)

Je suis Ziggy

Rest in peace David Bowie

Oops

Oops... I'm sorry, I didn't see you over there...

Did I just bump into you? Oops. I didn't mean to, I was just parading my ass in the street. I hope I didn't hurt something? Should I plant a kiss on it? Maybe you'd like me to lower your pants so I can have a good look at it. You'll feel better soon.

Photoshoot with Anita Dark Vuitton

Today I was chatting with a colleague when I got an IM by Anita Dark Vuitton, who is well-known in the Second Life porn community. Apparently she liked some of the photo's I made recently, or my blog, or both. Which of course I think is very flattering. She asked where I was hanging out and she soon walked into my street.
We chatted for a while and then she invited me over for a photoshoot. Of course I liked the idea, I had seen her work and she's serious when it comes to making her images. So, off I went, to a large building platform with a photo studio on it. In a corner there were some super high stripper heels lying on the floor, parts of super high stripper heels and other sexy builds-in-progress.

Photo: Anita Dark Vuitton

The good thing about modelling in Second Life is that all the hard work is done by the photographer. As soon as you're wearing the right stuff, which in my case was: nothing, with some stripper heels, you're basically all set. Mostly all you have to do then is stare at the screen and drink coffee.
Of course this is a bit simplistic, but it was a very relaxed morning for me and I enjoyed the shoot and our chat. In the end, it produced this nice image which featured one of my favourite creatures: the dragon!

Rawr...

It was a nice change for me, having entertained people for days in a row. I hope we'll soon do another shoot or create something else. We'll see. ;-)

Think of the money

Tsai Cheng: hi rachael
Tsai Cheng: i got a nasty request again... lol.. somehow the dirty jobs i get to do lately don t feel like the dirty jobs i'd choose
Rachael Ezvalt: think of the money
Tsai Cheng: hmmm
Tsai Cheng: i remembered that
Tsai Cheng: i may blog about it
Rachael Ezvalt: well think harder lol
Tsai Cheng: hehehe
Rachael Ezvalt: yes and take pics
Tsai Cheng: may i quote you on that?
Tsai Cheng: oh lol
Tsai Cheng: why pics

Rachael shows her new dress...



Tsai Cheng: ohhhhh
Tsai Cheng: so cute
Rachael Ezvalt: it has moving stars
Whore XXX: Ready for dancing Rach
Rachael Ezvalt: hmm well yes thats it, where do I wear it?
Rachael Ezvalt: Franks I suppose
Whore XXX: Been in Franks... can't remember
Whore XXX: I was drunk... back then
Rachael Ezvalt: you were probably drunk
Rachael Ezvalt: ha ha snap
Whore XXX: Rach... I'm always drunk... I'm an alcoholic
Rachael Ezvalt: seriously tina?
Whore XXX: Yea
Tsai Cheng: what's franks?
Rachael Ezvalt: in which case I apolagise Tina
Tsai Cheng: that's franks jazz club?
Rachael Ezvalt: Franks is a posh nightclub Tsai
Tsai Cheng: i think i ve been there
Tsai Cheng: yes, i even won a contest there
Tsai Cheng: can't openly whore there though
Tsai Cheng: such a pity :P
Rachael Ezvalt: actually there IS some there but undercover
Tsai Cheng: hmmm
Tsai Cheng: it's a good place you mean?
Tsai Cheng: just like some shops where men go 'to buy stuff for their girlfriend'?
Rachael Ezvalt: well erm... not too sure how they operate to be truthful
Tsai Cheng: well i like this actually
Tsai Cheng: maybe it s naughty to say
Tsai Cheng: but neglected husbands and bf's are amongst my favourites
Rachael Ezvalt: I'll eat anybody
Tsai Cheng: hmm true
Tsai Cheng: i d do the wife as well
Tsai Cheng: or his dad
Rachael Ezvalt: and the dog
Tsai Cheng: the dog's flees
Tsai Cheng: and i'll pee on the cat if they ask me
Rachael Ezvalt: ah just pee on it anyway
Tsai Cheng: you just have to go with the flow and think of the money

Yoga with Terri Topliss

I had a photoshoot a week ago with Terri Topliss. The theme was yoga and it turned out to be much harder work than I anticipated.Try stand in a bridge position for twenty minutes!

Unfortunately, Terri also crashed once during the shoot, so I had to stand for even longer. A good thing this nice photo resulted from the shoot: she named it 'Yoga bums'.