On a vacation for the holidays

Dear readers,

As much as I like your company, every once in a while a blogging whore needs a break from her work. The holiday slump gives me another reason to just take it easy for a couple of weeks. It probably won't be long, but I will try to enjoy my little vacation.

Meanwhile, you all enjoy the holidays!

xoxox

A king walked by

A king walked by. That doesn't happen often in our part of town. Usually kings go to bad neighbourhoods to visit some community market to show their sympathy with 'the hard working common man'. All of this is carefully planned months in advance and he comes surrounded by bodyguards.
In our part of town, on the other hand, you won't notice a king. He may be dropped off by a cab and he will quickly disappear into some girls' house. No one has to know what a king does when he has a few hours to himself.

Not this one, he arrived in a cape, with all the ornate trimming that you may expect. We even overlooked his garmet underneath the cape, which was made of not-so-flattering latex.
Initially I didn't even notice that he was a king, plenty funny-looking characters walk these streets, sometimes you just forget to look at them. His display name was 'King', with 2 'o's' on either side of it, which made me call him 'ookingo'. How could I know. In the end he had 4 girls around him trying to figure out the size of his walle... ehh coc... no... kingdom.

Street whores in the snow

Street whores in the snow.
And you don't know where they come from,
And you don't know where they blow ...

Well, I do. Actually, just around the corner where the picture is taken from there is an alley, named Bordello Alley, which is a very suitable place for a blowjob. But that is all a besides.

We had a debate yesterday about the weather. We should have snow, Gancao said. She had already covered her own pavement with a Christmassy snow layer (Yes, I know what you are thinking, it is not cum, certainly no cocaïne, trust me). There was a Christmas tree and she was wearing a nice and warm sexy green and red holidays outfit.

Stephanie said she hated snow. All I could do is just think about spring. I don't really care for the holidays either. Unless I can see it as some kind of commercial scheme to entertain my married (and unmarried) men. And the ones who aren't men, of course.

Whotter was just looking at me all the time. I was never sure if he liked the layer of snow Gancao applied to the entire street, if he disliked it, or if he was just begging for fish, as usual.

The fun didn't last long, soon enough Roxie found out she also had snow inside her new house (She already left the bordello alley one for a house that became vacant at the other side of the alley) and we all concluded the owners of the place would not like it that way either. So, Gancao cleaned up again.

Suzi's 10th rezzday party - part 2

This monday we celebrated the 10th rezzday of Suzi Ah, owner and founder of Street Whores - Town Square. Suzi was DJ herself, as Was Rachael Ezvalt, who always DJ's at the monthly dances with her co-owner.

There was a lot to talk about, so I spent much of the time chatting with my friend Stephanie, mostly while I danced. Whotter joined in as well, but he freaked out early in the party when one of the guests, a strange man who had a profile that pointed to him being some sort of domme, adressing him in IM. Messages like "Why do you go as otter, darling?" didn't arrive well with the little guy.

After a while Rachael's partner Pony Ayesha arrived on the scene though. Whotter always seems to like Pony a lot, I was never really sure why, maybe simply because she has a tail as well, and also this time he immediately walked over to attract her attention. Pony was in a good mood and proved nice company for my little fellow, so he relaxed quickly again.

Very relaxed as well was Melanie Tuxing. Mel, one of the street's veterans who specialises in the dirtiest sex acts in the neighbourhood's back alleys, was quietly standing somewhere with her cigarette as you'd expect. I don't recall I ever saw her dance. She just waits and scans the space, meanwhile killing her voice with one fag after the other. Mel, I and a couple of others exchanged some sarcastic chat before she disappeared into the night again, without a doubt into one of the seedier back alleys in town.

Suzi's 10th Rezzday Party

Tomorrow, 12  December, Suzi Ah will be in Second Life for 10 years!

There will be a dance at Street Whores with the birthday girl herself and Rachael Ezvalt as DJ's: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/137/39/55 (for the exact location within the place, look where the crowd is ;-) )

Hope to see you 12-12-2016 at 1PM SLT!

An uninvited couple using my bed

It's not always as easy to focus on my writing. Sometimes some man IM's me, a client, he needs 'attention'. That's ok, giving them attention pays my rent. Sometimes they just want attention, without hiring me. I like that a lot less. Maybe if it's a special one, but only so many really are special in the end of course. Or it's a colleague, with a question, a social call, or just because she needs attention. Grrr. This time though it seemed quiet at first.
At first. Soon enough I found myself overhearing some sort of conversation, outside in the street. Strange, since the changes in layout at street whores have made the corner where I live a lot more quiet lately. But I assumed it was just in the shop downstairs.
Somehow, though I could not really hear well what they were saying, I had the impression these two were not shopping people. And they might not even be downstairs. They had disturbed me anyways, so I decided to have a look around.

A quick look with alt-zoom from from my desk learnt me they weren't some couple making out of my neighbours, so I went upstairs to have a look n my own bedroom, where my new king-size bed was still waiting for it's first customer. And, oh yes, there they were, a man going by the Second Life name 'Loving father' and some girl who was a member of the group 'Young sluts for married guys'. I decided to have a little word. Neither of them got up as I spoke to them.

"Oh la la. You know, if you want to use my bed, you can ask."
"Ok sorry." Can we use ur bed."
"Well, go ahead for now. Don't tell your wife.
"Ok thks."
"Do leave a tip at the entrance though, it helps with the rent."

I went downstairs again, to my desk, and tried to focus on my blog. That's not so easy when two uninvited visitors are having sex in your brand-new bed, but hey, they were going to leave a little tip afterwards.

There was some moaning and growling upstairs. I conluded they must have orgasmed. It was time for a little chat.
That was when my friend Stephanie entered the scene, in her cop uniform of course. I noticed that the man was someone on my 'friend list'. Probably due to some sort of chat harassment I must have decided to set my online status to 'invisible' to him. As my friend Stephanie noted to me in a private message: "Smart move. Friend the whore, wait until she is online, then use her place."

The man, who was probably as broke as he was impolite, wanted to argue about leaving a tip for using my bed. That was the moment when Steph decided to give him flying lessons...

Redecoration

Last weekend Suzi and Rachael thought I was a bit down. Suzi was very sweet and helped me with enlarging the attic of my apartment. Since I had bought a new bed, a huge new bed, I had a sudden need for a larger attic...

This enabled me to get some living room furniture as well and redo the interior. I swapped the desk for a smaller one, removed the bar and added comfortable seating and a table. I even got Whotter a bean bag to sit on. Two new pieces of art completed the living room.

Was I happy. I invited Roxie over for a look and she, I and lazy Whotter sat around for quite a while.

So I opened an Instagram account

And I am making selfies. This is what the others think of it:

Tsai Cheng: I opened an instagram account.
Melanie Tuxing: What does Instagram do for you?
Tsai Cheng: Nothing probably, I just opened it. see if it s fun. If not i kill it or abandon it.
Melanie Tuxing: Smile.
Tsai Cheng: Maybe I'll be banned from Instagram in no time.
Whotter nods.
Melanie Tuxing: LOL Whotter

Here it is: https://www.instagram.com/tsaisl/ There are no photo's on it yet, for now I can't upload them from the PC. I will try figure out how that works.

Whotter on the roof

Whotter climbed on the roofs today and met this friendly furry there. They seemed to have fun.

He is not allowed to climb onto roofs of course. The buildings at Street Whores are not that sound proof. He could unnerve some punters that were having their way with one of the girls in a room below his little feet.
So, when he was done playing, I called him over for a little talk. He didn't react very well, of course. He was sad, angry, but I think he got the message.

I am glad he made a new friend though.

Fellatio Friday

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Monkeys in the fountain

Suzi made a first sketch of the redesign of the square, but of course it has been standing unattended for for a number of days. That's when the monkeys get in. In the fountain that is.

 

They seem to like it a lot and no one seems to manage to chase them out of it. Not that anyone tries, the square stands abandoned by the hookers who now use another street to pick up their clients.

Whotter doesn't like the monkeys of course. They are not allowing him in the fountain, depriving him of the only (more or less) decent swimming possibility in town. No catching fish either. He will have to get that from Stephanie's fish cart.