Job Hunt - Part 3

The man that had just appeared from behind the bus stop drew a knife. He probably wasn't the owner of the motel after all. I looked at him with big eyes.
  "Please, put that away ... "
  "You get on your knees."

With my experience in the streets, I knew it was safest not to argue with these types. I got down and watched with disgust as he opened his zippers. As long as he had the knife I just hoped that he at least had had the sanity to wash his cock in the morning.

He hadn't. Disgusted with the smell I sucked it off without much inspiration. I suppose that's what you get when you threaten me with a knife. I've had better jobs. He pulled me up by my hair and tore off my coat. I suppose he was kind of surprised to find I was wearing nothing underneath, but surely the surprise didn't pacify him. He shoved his fat cock up me.

 

 

Panicked, I Tried to struggle, but then I recomposed. I would wait till he came and then use his moment of release to try grab his knife. If he got calm afterwards, it might be safest just to let him walk off again.

He worked me against the ground roughly and had his way with me. In the end I got so dirty I decided I would have to end my job hunt for now and go home first. 

The job market in Second Life really sucks ...

(Previous episode)

The bird burglar

Something happened to me yesterday. It was pretty scary. I was just sitting at my desk in my little house at Street Whores - Town Square when all of the sudden this big bird appeared. Right in the middle of my house. Of course, as I must have explained before in my blog, breaking into other people's homes is easy in Secondlife. But that doesn't make it any nicer.

He was big, gold-coloured and he was coming towards me. It was pretty obvious that he was attracted by the money that was still laying about on the floor. This was the kind of creature that would rob me and then proceed to rape and murder me. Not nice.

The big bird cut off my path to the balcony, so Itook the only chance I thought I had: I pulled up my dress and presented myself to him. "Please, don't kill me!" I begged, "I will be nice to you..."

The creature seemed to like this. A big black cock popped up from beneath his feathers. It seemed I had a chance here.

In my profession you learn a thing or two about men. I knew how to handle men like this. He might let me go afterwards, or just fall asleep on the desk.

The bird got pretty wild and had it's way with me in every way it liked. It was rough, but at some moments, I must admit, it got me excited as well.

When he was finished and I found myself all covered in bird cum, he asked me something. It had to do with the square at Street Whores.

Suddenly I realised this bird wasn't a burglar: it was just my old friend the wolf, who once offered me a beer at the nearby pub. I blogged about him before. He was in the neighbourhood and came to say hello. In a bit of a clumsy way. I felt really stupid.

Rape roleplay and abusive clients: 2 different things

As an escort girl in Secondlife you can get pretty popular if you take on some sorts of 'specialised' jobs. Some girls are into BDSM, either as dominant or as submissive, some are into all sorts of roleplays.
The reason is simple: many people, not just men, have kinks and fantasies they like to live out. And their wives, girlfriends or friends may not always be willing to assist them with these. That's when a prostitute comes in handy.

Lately I had an assignment like this. The guy told me: "I want to rape you in all 3 openings." That's fine really, after all it is a virtual world. I apply a couple of bruises layers on my avatar and remove them when the game is over. In the meantime we play.
This particular guy had sent me an instant message, as he had been standing near my usual street corner, but outside the parcel. He told me he had been banned from our land. I recalled that I had possibly had him before as a client though, so I decided to ignore this sign of him being a possibly abusive customer and give him the benefit of the doubt.

This turned out to be a bad idea: the guy started off by loitering around in the room, entertaining me with sexy chat, while not having paid the 30 minutes fee up front.
If this takes too long, I may do a couple of things. this time I decided to first walk away from the screen, get myself something to drink and then return. Upon my return at the computer he was still busy with horny chat, not having paid up his fee in Linden Dollars. I asked him if he was planning to wait with paying until I was cooled down completely and he paid up. So far so good.
In his sex roleplay he was rough, well, that's what I was hired for. But having already wasted 10 minutes of my time in advance I was a bit weary of him going into overtime, which is what happened.
I made a remark about this and just got a reply that was in alignment with the roleplay, "Your my whore now!" but wasn't very useful otherwise. So I got up from the bed and waited besides it. No need for me to be patient anymore with this person.

"Come back to the bed!"
"I didn't cum yet!"

That is all very nice, really, but saying it shows little respect for someone's time. When I get these type of reactions, I am not someone's 'meat-for-rent' anymore, but I drop out of my role and I leave the scene. Rough sex and rape roleplay is not a valid pretext to act like an asshole at the personal level.
I report these people with the Whore Union, they keep a black list of bad clients in Secondlife, so that other girls can recognise them. They'll be warned for this one, next time.

Dark Utopia

I hadn't been on the prowl for a couple of days. One of the last places I had visited before the weekend was Dark Utopia, a pretty urban-styled region, where there had been a party. I decided to go back there and had a chat with Astrid Durden, who I had met before at the party.
It's time to start exploring this place. There seem to be a lot of exciting things to be done. It looks damn good too. :-)

Twin stalkers

This is a sequel to http://tsaicheng.blogspot.nl/2013/06/stalker.html 

and http://tsaicheng.blogspot.nl/2013/06/stalkers.html

This other guy looks like him. It is almost exactly him! They must be twins. Hey, let go of me, this is no fun anymore. And stop pulling off my dress. I want to go!

No, no hitting me! Ouch.. this hurts so bad. Please...

Ohh no, those maniacs. I wish this were over soon.

(To be continued)