Flamenco at the Meat Market

I was talking with Anya, when Bojana appeared in this long dress (everything that goes below the knees is kind of unusual at Street Whores), a flamenco dress, she started dance as soon as she saw us. She mentioned she got the dress at some fair, but of course I had already used the 'inspect' option in the viewer to see who made her pretty dress: AlaFolie.

I thought I heard that name before, maybe from a Spanish friend, but I wasn't too sure. We went to visit the shop to get more flamenco dresses. At first I wanted to get the same as Bo, but Anya had already picked one in her favourite colour, blue. So I opted for the gold one.

Next all that we needed was a flamenco animation. After much struggling with poseballs I still didn't get the animation synchronised, but we didn't care anymore. Bojana gave us a YouTube-link for the flamenco music and we were off to dance at the Meat Market.

Whoring at 12.18PM

It all starts like any normal day, with coffee and a cigarette. There are no other street girls present at the Meat Market, as Rachael's new part of the large square is called, so after about 15 minutes I proceed towards Robot Row (this is the imaginative name a colleague of mine came up with for the busy part of town where no one talks). No one says 'hello' there to me, so I walk on.
Around the corner, through the narrow street with all the window girls towards the smaller square, where I find Blixa Csak. She's not AFK, so I start a little chat with her.

If you're an avid reader of this blog, you know the chats by now: about the weather, the girls who say nothing, the men who stand AFK of can't type because they need both hands to jerk behind the keyboard. That sort of stuff. Meanwhile I drink my coffee. It prevents me from getting a headache in the morning. No one wants a hooker with a headache, right?
To be honest, headaches can be cured with sex as well, it works. Trust me.

Then Whotter manages to find the street corner where his mommy works this morning and he starts to bother me and Blixa. Somehow the concentration of three avatars does it though, as soon two more hookers appear, accompanied by a punter who turns out to be broke. In a private message he promises me that he will save up some money for a blowjob. I kind of like that.
In the end all of my colleagues leave the scene, accompanied by Whotter, who has now eaten all of the fish and thinks they will give him more if he just tails them. Poor girls. When they are all gone I am left on my own and you'd think this slow day is going nowhere.
Not really, a regular of mine walks around the street corner. When I look over my shoulder, walking to my apartment, I notice his horny eyes focused on my butt, happily wiggling at every step. You've got to love sex for money, or money for sex for that matter ...

Photo by Tammy Jones

A few days ago I had a photoshoot with Tammy Jones, who made this wonderful photo of me:

Thanks to Tammy for the opportunity! You can find her photostream on Flickr here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/124844755@N02/

No easy money in the streets

Some days are just harder work than others.

While at some days it seems to rain punters and the money falls from the sky, at others the job seems hopeless. There is simply nothing happening and the few men you get to see are tyre kickers, chatups and otherwise useless folks.
Then there are those days when things are possible, but you have to work hard for it. You have to push and pull, entice every last one of them to squeeze out that next blowjob, those few Linden Dollars.
Today seems like one of these days. Things may happen, but it's not going to be easy. All the men are hard work. There's no easy money in the streets.

New profile pictures

A girl has to change her profile pictures every now and then.

In this case, it's a good thing that I know so many photographers. Graham Collinson is one of the best of them, I think, and I found him willing to take on the job.
Next day when I got the results I realised I had wanted them a bit too sexy maybe. Second Life profile pictures are, as nearly anything American, a bit Disney-like in their prudishness, so I suddenly found myself needing to cover up nipples. Fortunately Graham wasn't evil enough to deny me a PG photo, so here I am, all new and shiny on my profile...

Cello play in the streets

I mentioned there was a bunch of people performing last week. In the meantime another street girl had brought a cello onto the streets, so yesterday I found both Christina and Elvira playing their music for tips.
I am not sure whether this is the start of a new trend or if the whole thing will blow over, but I must say that hearing classical music instead of the usual stream* was a welcome variation for me.
The girls also brought up another question with me: has anyone seen our regular street musician Doggy recently?

*Typically every Second Life parcel has an audio stream that can be set. Often it is some kind of radio station.

Photoshoot with Wolf Marenwolf

A few days back I did a photoshoot with Wolf Marenwolf. It took quite a while, especially since Wolf had some problems with installing a new viewer at first. But patience certainly paid off as it got us a bunch of nice photos.
You can find them at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/99752120@N04/albums/72157683269307433
You'll need a Flickr-account to see the whole album, since the photo's are NSFW. :-P

Where are Whotter and Fox?

While I start my day on the street, the chilly morning breeze still giving me goosebumps, I wonder where Whotter and Fox are. I did hear them this morning, very early, making a lot of rackid before they left the house. They must have skipped breakfast, since all the plates were still empty when I came down from the bedroom. They probably ate something from a trashcan on their way into town.
Now I am out here in the street, at the colonnades, hoping they manage to stay out of trouble. I don't want to get into a fight with Street Whores' owners because they have been harassing punters. Or worse: turning half the traschcans over.

Morning espresso

They say breakfast is important, but one thing really starts my day:

Coffee!

My cup of espresso. And then a second cup. I can't imagine myself getting anything done when there is no coffee involved. It simply won't work. There'd be no blog, no photo's, no blowjobs given even. I'd just sit here.

So, while May and Mel bicker over all things American and British I drink my morning coffee. There is nothing that will keep me from this, not even Whotter who expects me to feed him fish. Let him get a coffee first as well... Or is that not good for children?

Missionary

No, I am the missionary and my mission is simple: make them cum.

Classical music at Street Whores

I walked into this bunch a few days ago, that proved that street whores are often intelligent people with other hidden talents. Rachael was dancing ballet while Christina played on the cello. I forgot the name of the piece, I have other skills.
The girls showed that sex work can be really diverse. Just being good at 'suck and fuck' is only going to get you so far. At a certain level you are going to need social skills. You'll need to be able to get conversations going and entertain your clients with your company and personality.

Being smart and creative is a good thing for a whore.