Checking them out

When we are in the streets together, we sometimes talk about the men that walk by. Sometimes we still do when they're around.

Typically, when the men walk around naked and show off their dicks, that doesn't impress us. It gets us to laugh, maybe. It also raises questions as to whether they show them to compensate for their lack of wallet content.
This morning Blixa and I ran into a man who was clearly trying every girl in the street for her prices. Things like that go around fast. After he had asked both me and Blixa for a bottom price we suggested together that he might like a threesome. After all, not all men who try to go cheap are really that broke or poor ...
The prospect of a threesome got his attention. Unfortunately for him, paying two whores didn't seem possible. Too bad, he could have put that cock of him to use.

Pro Tip 1: Jennabel: take care of your hands

Pro Tip 1: Jennabel: take care of your hands

I thought to do a series of 'pro tips', suggestions, tips, tricks and ideas by some of my colleagues at Street Whores in Second Life to unleash your potential as a hooker. Naturally I should be working on the next installment of 'How to Become a Prostitute' too, but that's for another day...

Jennabel has been my colleague for a while, stripping in a few clubs besides whoring on the streets here with me. She doesn't look like the seasoned pro yet though. There must be a secret to it ...

When I ask her for my first 'Pro Tip, she says to take care of your hands. Especially now Bento gives us a chance to have slim, feminine hands, with pretty fingers, nails and rings added, that can move as we like, we can do that little more.
I tell her that many of our men might not be subtle enough to notice, but maybe something will work on a subconscious level. She counters that though by adding what a good set of fingers can do between the sheets. Jennabel doesn't hesitate to push a product too, while she's at it: "I tried all of the Bento hands and Tuty's are the slimmest, most feminine ones."

Well, that's a whore!

I love my fans

It's always nice to meet a fan in-world, to have someone say: "I read your blog and I enjoy it." Especially when you have just logged in and the day is still starting. That really helps.

There's no start of the day like a sticky start of the day. Thank you, you know who you are.

A street whore and her tattoos: Brandi

Today I chatted with my colleague Brandi, who calls herself a 'part-time street whore'. I am not sure what full-time would mean, but she uses the word 'part-time' as a way to explain that a person can't just do one thing all the time without it going stale on her. We all need our hobbies.

I asked her about her tattoos. Many of us carry at least one tatttoo. My regular readers will know my dragon (in different versions throughout the years) pretty well by now. Brandi read me hers:

"Fortune favors the bold"

(I use the American spelling here, as that's the way her tattoo spells it) is the translation of a Latin proverb, which exists in several forms with slightly different wording, where Fortuna is the goddess of luck, such as

• audentes Fortuna iuvat (literally: "fortune favors the bold")
• audentes Fortuna adiuvat ("Fortune comes to the aid of those daring")
• Fortuna audaces iuvat (from the adjective audax, audacis, from the verb audeo), literally: "Fortune helps the bold".

These Proverbs in turn descended from Fortes fortuna adiuvat. (literally: "fortune favours the strong") used in Terence's comedy play Phormio, line 203. It was cited by Cicero in the 1st century BCE as a vetus proverbium ("an old proverb")
You will realise I found all of this information on Wikipedia. Where would I be without them? On the streets probably, ohh wait ...

The other one you is a well-known quote, of which the origin is hard to find. The quote is often attributed to William W. Purkey, but the site Quote Investigator casts doubt on that. I will just say that it's a nice text:

"Dance like no one is watching,

Live like you’ll never be hurt,

Sing like no one is listening,

Live like it’s heaven on earth."

On the streets with Whotter and Fox

The other day when I opened my front door, I saw a fox sleeping underneath the staircase. I realised quickly that this was my son's best friend, so I called Whotter. The little fellow stumbled down the stairs, with this guilty look about him.

Try it, it is kind of hard to explain a wild animal that he is not supposed to move in. The animal may not understand that the place he is now living in is actually your house, not his. So, this is how it came to pass that I am now having a fox in my apartment. He simply decided to stay. Whotter loves that of course. Now I have two little guys following me around as I try to do my work on the streets of Second Life.

That is, if I don't count the siamese kitten, who is generally happy to stay at home, on the couch.

The elephant in the room

Rachael walked me to Suzi's place. It was locked of course, with Suzi being offline, but in SL that doesn't deter you from breaking in or looking around with the help of ALT-cam.

As a practical joke, she had placed an elephant in her room. Normally Suzi's room is a bit messy already, but you can imagine how she would have found her place a couple of hours later. I couldn't wait to see the look on her face.

A wedding is on it's way

There will be a wedding soon...

I spent some time this afternoon with Stephanie and her partner Sedri. They are going to get married soon, they told me. For a little while it seemed like they would get married the same day. The idea was that I was one of the persons doing a sort of speech for them. Meanwhile Stephanie and Sedri both tried different wedding dresses. Until Sedri had to log off and it was decided that their wedding will take place...

Sometime soon!

Money Machine

I love the smell of crisp money in the morning.

Nothing excites me as much as some horny man that comes walk up to me, still sleepy streetwalker, and lays down a handsome amount of cash for me, to do as he pleases. The feel to be wanted, to be paid while kicking your heels into the air. It's one of the greatest drugs that has kept me in Second Life for all these years. To have some horny man with his morning erection walk over to you and say "I feel neglected by (fill in: wife, girlfriend etc.)" and throw cash at you and spread you open.

To smell the excitement off the screen and wake up to that and say to yourself: "I'm a f***ing money machine!" And then to spend all of it on rent and heels and ever skimpier dresses. Until you are nearly broke and have to get out into the streets again.

Becoming a Selfie Queen - part 2

The life of a Selfie Queen isn't that easy. It may all look glitter and gold to you, but the reality is very different.

You may look glamourous and even have many followers, but the men who jerk off to your pictures may hate you just as much as their girlfriends who copy your style. Whether it is guilt, shame or jealousy, rest assured their hatred will follow you around.

The good thing about being a generally hated Selfie Queen is of course that you can use your style and reputation to scare some people away as well, like this pimp. He just hated to be on my selfies the other day, so he posed little of a threat to me as a street girl. After some initial shouting, he just ran away.

Your cock: your pride and joy

You love it. You are proud of it. You like to touch it and play with it all day. You want every woman to see it. You just have to show it off.

It is big, so you know any woman would want to feel it inside her. Ride it all day. Or have you shove it up her (insert random opening here). It is humongous, so you just have to walk down the street waving it at the girls.

This is what the two hookers that encountered the big man with the even bigger cock must have thought. They accepted it for a threesome of course, for the charge of a nominal fee, because some things are better left to qualified professionals.

Nipple Chains

I thought to add a little spice to my Topless Tuesday. Nipple chains felt like the right thing today.

Lots of things happened again today. I will write about some of these later. For now, I just decided to give Topless Tuesday another try. My colleague Snuli joined in and we managed to attract a client for a threesome by going 'on topic'. After the threesome came to it's sticky conclusion, I rewarded myself with some nipple chains. I noticed there were several available on Marketplace. I decided on this set by Tam's Trousseau eventually, also because it has options for additional hangers.
Maybe, for a special event, I will get their 'LGBT Pride' hangers, the 'Slut' or the 'Bitch' ones...

Tied down in the gyno chair

Yes, you will all have to stay focused a little longer. Machinima is not a fast business and my director Dave, the big guys he hand picks from the pornstar groups and even little me can get quite busy.

This gives me some time to prepare myself mentally for the next round. Playing gangbang fuckmeat may sound easy in Second Life, but it is actually a lot of work. Organising and applying all those cum layers in the right order, then add to this the torn clothing, running mascara, tears, maybe even bruises. If you know anything about the amount of layers and attachments a single avatar can take, you will understand it takes some smart choices to achieve the maximum amount of filth on your film.
I hope that will work out for this project.

Earlier posts on the new film:
http://tsaicheng.blogspot.nl/2017/03/modelling-for-olympia-de-foix.html
http://tsaicheng.blogspot.nl/2017/03/queueing-up-for-blowjob.html

My previous gangbang movie:
http://tsaicheng.blogspot.nl/2016/04/bukkake-bitch.html

Wading through the weekend trash

 Weekends in Second Life were always kind of special. In the past there was often horrendous lag, certainly on sundays, but also the most events were organised.
For whoring, the weekends were the best. Late on saturday or sunday night US time was the time to pick up clients. I suspect they were mostly drunk by then.

What it is now? I don't really know, I have been so busy in RL in weekends I haven't done much in-world for that time of the week. Today, I see it is not particularly busy, nor is it exciting. There are a few men coming in. Most of them I know by name and habits now, as they tend to be around more than many of my colleagues. There's little 'fresh meat' and the few regulars that are still interested in me seem all to be offline.

A new street whore in town

There's a new girl in town. She walked up to me and Mel and mentioned that she had been a street whore for 4 hours already. She hadn't found a client yet. We had a little chat with her, trying to explain that she needed patience. Some days we have 4 clients in an hour, we explained, sometimes we go for 4 weeks without business. A prospective customer walked in on us.

Mel: "Melanie Tuxing smiles to [Name Hidden]."
[NH]: "Well well good day."
Mel: "You lookin' for a good time, [Name Hidden]?"
[NH]: "Always."
Meanwhile I was still rambling on from our chat with the new girl:
"I can wait here for a week ... a month ... and turn down the whole lot if I wish. I don't care."
New Girl: "Yah its always a good day when we are doing nothing."
Melanie Tuxing: "How about now, [Name Hidden]?"
[Name Hidden]: "What are my options?"
New Girl: "Why don't you have a 3some?"
[Name Hidden]: "We can have an orgy."
Me: "Threesomes, foursomes, rape, murder, watersports, ... "

The man groped my boobs, which came a bit as a surprise still, even though I have this tool attached that gives out my ratecards when groped and I do carry a hovertext that encourages men to grope.

Me: "I've done it all ... "
Melanie Tuxing: "We've done it all, except [New Girl]. She's a virgin."
Me: "That's one thing I can't top."
Melanie smiled.
Me: "Mel and i have done it all, furries, dragons and werewolves included,small cocks, big cocks, rabbits, wolves, dogs, horses, men, women. colleagues,angels, demons, otters, photographers, models, directors, stage hands, actors, CEO's, builders, plumbers, murderers, rapists, pimps, musicians, DJ's, bankers ... "

I recalled I hadn't been hired by Second Life-founder Philip Linden, now not in-world anymore, though there is a Philip Rosedale in Second Life, but by now the man had walked off with Mel, into Bordello Alley, where he bent her over the spindle and pushed up her skirt.

Not-So-Topless-Tuesday

Topless Tuesday is meant to attract men I suppose. So going along with the theme and arriving topless at your workplace, the square in my case, is a matter of showing your motivation as a Second Life hooker.

And there it turns out I am one of the very few that pay attention to this theme. Besides me there is just one other. My friend Stephanie doesn't like to go topless she says. When I talk to Ana she tells me that Topless Tuesday was Misty's idea. No one has seen Misty in six months. She might have left SL.