A day in whoring

It's thursday and I am going to document what happens on a typical day for me at Street Whores in Second Life. If you want excitement I suggest you go read something else ;-)

12:45 AM I wake up and get myself some breakfast and coffee before I head to the streets. Looking at minimap, it seems calm, in numbers, compared to the past 6 month average.

12:50 AM Whotter discovers I am awake and starts bugging me for fish. Shortly after I feed him I get logged off. I use the opportunity for a bathroom break and get back in.

12:57 AM I walk out into the street. It's chilly out and there is no one at the Meat Market, where I decided to start my shift. I only notice my friend and colelague Violet some 35m away.

1:00 AM I post a photo on Flickr and promote it in the 'The Sexiest : pornstars" group in Second Life, stating my goal to document a shift in the streets.

1:02 AM I notice my friend Violet has IM'ed me, 5 minutes ago. I reply to her that "I am okay" and I thank her.

1:19 AM I am going to pour myself a second cup of coffee. I check minimap and I conclude that there are 10 people present here in the red light district. One of them is a potential client. Inspecting his profile, he doesn't look very promising though, so I decide to ignore him. There's always more coffee to drink.
1:25 AM I decide to post the blog and edit it as I go along and new things happen. I send a tweet with a link to the blogpost.
1:31 AM Whotter looks me up at the Meat Market, demanding more fish. I tell him that he's had enough for breakfast already. I don't want him to get fat.
1:37 AM On minimap I spot another man in the distance. I identify him as a well-known tyre kicker and ignore him.
1:41 AM I post a link to my blogpost on Google Plus.
1:43 AM My colleague Melanie (Warden, not Tuxing) walks within my chat range. She wants to know how tricks are.
1:55 AM While I chat with Melanie, an elderly man in a dark suit walks past. He watches us, answers our greetings and then walks on.
2:07 AM Melanie walks off. She says that if she doesn't see anything interesting she will go do something fun for herself.
2:11 AM Whotter walks by, with his new cart/plane toy and asks for more fish. I tell him it's not lunchtime yet.
2:17AM I decided that I've had enough of it and I leave.

 

A typical morning in the streets

I wanted to show what a shift of a street prostitute in Second Life looks like. It serves to show it's neither glamourous, nor sexy. It's not dirty either. Most of our dealings are pretty casual. That certainly goes for the more experienced girls, who just go about their daily business and have little things they need to ask their colleagues for.

Walking past the peep show and some other relics on my way to the square where the 'statues' are. I start work there today.

It typically starts with me walking out the front door (dressed up in work gear of course) and walking to my corner for the morning. I could call it night, as it will be night for Americans and I occasionally say I 'work the night shift', but for me it's mostly morning, I drink coffee as I go along etc.
The walk gets me past the Meat Market, where I won't stop this time. I pass the new peep show, that mostly seems to function as a decoration piece and walk on to the place that is typicall the busiest. To make sure there's actually contact between some of the veterans and the managers of our neighbourhood and the girls who mostly stand at the 'zombie' or 'statue' corner we decided we should spend some time there again too. It will serve to improve Street Whores as a whole.

At the 'statues'place I talk with Gancao, who is not a statue but one of the 'good' girls.

Arriving at 'zombie central' I get a confrontation with prejudice: the girls present, who are with few, this seems a quiet morning, simply greet me back. After only a few minutes of hanging around I get company: my friend Gancao, whom I haven't seen in maybe 2 months or more, joins me for a chat.
We talk about a number of things, mutual friends, customers we both had, Whotter's dad, who did both of us, and Gancao's tendency to put on weight if she doesn't watch her eating habits.
At some point there is a man, nicely dressed, who chats us up and then leaves again after a while. The same happens with an elderly man, short, grey hair and a moustache, who comes to our place now regularly. I take Gancao apart and explain he never hires girls for sex, but he does go with them every now and then, for any other kind of attention he may need.

A chat with Christina while we work the streets of Second Life.

After a while Gancao leaves, to her new rental at Street Whores, right next door to the 'zombie square', which turns out not too bad at all this morning, and I go on to talk with another colleague. We can amuse ourselves pretty well while business is slow.
Christina mentions she is not so happy with business the past few weeks and she hopes, now the summer is over and people are back from vacations, it will pick up soon. I just nod, I have the same experience now.
After a while I greet her and I walk on myself, down the road, past the redlight windows and back to my home. This shift is over. No client, too bad.

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 ...