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.

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.

The money business

What is it all about? Escorting I mean. Well.. people would say: sex. I agree, partly. It's of course all about sex as a business. Sex and money. So, what does an escort do when she gets bored? The same thing you'd think Scrooge McDuck does all day, well.. after he's done with swimming in his money.

We count our money!

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?