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.

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!

Being friendly to strange men

Being friendly to random strangers is a good quality for any prostitute. Of course there are men who get excited when you act bitchy, but most will like it better if you receive them in a warm and friendly way. When needed, you can always roleplay the bitch upon request.

My experience is, that they are much more likely to come back to you when you treat them well. You may even become a richer whore then. Strange isn't it? Who would have expected that.

It's one of these days

You know what I mean? No? Well, just read this...

Weirdo: you sex me L$100
Tsai Cheng: 100?
Weirdo: yes
Tsai Cheng: you want 3 minutes of sex?
Weirdo: 20 min(s)
Tsai Cheng: that is 1000/30*20=666L$

Presses her heel against the doorpost and sighs...

Caught with his pants down

The other day, one of my regulars was discovered by his wife with his pants down. And with his cum on my lips, I should add to that. I give good blowjobs, so he didn't notice anything until she had already left the scene. She called him 'asshole' I think. I suppose I would do the same if I found my partner in our bed with a prostitute.

He must have really enjoyed it though. Not only up to that point, as his reaction showed. After my explanation about what had just happened to his Secondlife marriage, he continued to fuck me into the sheets. He came a second time.

An item from my wishlist

Sex is good for many things. One of them is dresses. A man bought an item from my wishlist in Secondlife today. I routinely keep a small list of things I would like to have in my Secondlife profile. I'm happy with it. And I know he was too: I put it on while his cum was still dripping down my leg. I spilled some on his face too...

A whore's daytrip to Amsterdam

I took a trip to Amsterdam, to see what it'd be like to work there.

I started off by walking into a small bar in the red light district. Somehow I felt that they'd be able to get me on my way there. And I was right: the lady behind the counter said 'she knew someone'. Within a very short time she had me setup in my own little workplace along one of the canals.

So, there I was, on my own in one of the famous red windows. That was all there was to it as well. The region was pretty busy, but the only people I saw were either away from keyboard or very anti-social. So after a while I left again. It was time to get something to eat anyways.

The snackbar didn't look too appetizing though. There was something about the guy standing behind the counter that told me the local cuisine in Amsterdam would not be too good. I decided to just leave the city with the first train available.

A panther in the grasslands

Here I am, like a panther in the grasslands. As exciting as the view might be to you, this just means that I have crashed out of Secondlife while IM'ing with one of my colleagues. The conversation wasn't very exciting either: there are just often a lot of new girls around who need advice on everything.
Insecure as they are, they allow some of the clients to press their escorting rates down. Then they still won't make much money, but they'll make it harder for everyone else to earn a living. After a few weeks, maybe a month, they give up on 'the life' again.
Very annoying. Especially because I use a sound radar in-world to detect new people coming within chat range. This enables me to walk away from the screen or do some other things online from time to time. Things like writing on this blog... I use a separate list of colleagues to filter out the irrelevant entries of new people.
With all the new girls all the time, a lot of my alerts become 'false positives'. This is even worse because many of these girls have absolutely no idea of what they are doing and they just teleport around when they don't see a man in the area immediately. That they won't find a guy if they don't have the patience to wait for a little while in a good spot never seems to occur to them.

Meanwhile, the good whores suffer the damage. And every now and then they crash out too, like me now.

This doesn't mean the girl who IM'ed me is one of the 'one-day-fly' hookers of course. I simply don't know her yet. She will be able to prove herself, like everyone else.

Three hookers and a monster

It's a typical summer morning in the streets of Secondlife: 3 street hookers are guarding their little corner of town and a monster drops by for a chat. I suppose he doesn't want to hire one of the girls since he poofs again after a short conversation.

That's life.

Tuesday morning

Tuesday is a typical work day. Also for me. What does that mean, tuesday morning? Well.. hanging in the street and waiting. Waiting for some guy to come along. A worker who likes to start the day with some exercise, your boss. A drunk who was just thrown out of the last bar open in town is not likely, he'll be asleep in the gutter already by then.
It can be anyone, really. Even so early in the morning. there are just less of them. But there is also less competition. Life is easy for a hooker if she has no morning temper.

There are no annoying cops either. There's no law enforcement in Secondlife.

A quarrel over money

Some guys don't get it, I mean, look at the conversation I just had. What on earth do they expect from me?

- Give me back my money!
- What's your fucking problem?
- I paid for an hour, you ran off after 10 minutes!
- You're not getting any back. You came, alright?
- On the carpet, while you were munching sandwiches in my time. And texting your whore friends and other men. I want my cash back!
- Bugger off! I don't refund!
- I paid for an hour of sex, not for you eating up my time.
- Get lost, you creep! Visit your mother if you want to be taken care of.

I mean: how is an honest girl supposed to work like that? Can't he just pick up his stuff and go?