My blog on a prim

What are two whores doing in the library on a thursday morning?

I have been wanting to make my blog readable in-world in Second Life for a long time now. Chrissy said she was going to help me. To do this properly we would need some sort of a script, she said, so we went looking for that.
It's not so hard to find online sources if you do a search for "HTML on a prim" and "Second Life", but it's hard to actually find the information that will get it to work for you. One source told us we should get some sample prims with scripts at the library region, so there we went.

We searched for a while for a place at the Cookie region that was to be names 'hobo' eh... something. I forgot the full name. We didn't find it but in the end Chris did manage to explain to me how I could change the front texture of a box-shaped prim display my blog. It would always be possible to make a proper poster of it later.

If anyone has an idea on how to fix this, do tell me. In the meantime, my blog can be read in the Street Whores Info Center just as well. It's there next to the sign that keeps the colleagues informed about the well-being of Nesliyah, who is recovering from an accident in RL.

One of my loyal readers

... once made an avatar to visit me at my workplace in Secondlife. Or my house, as you might call it, as I live in the same area for years now.

Every now and then he walks through my street to visit me. Yesterday was one of these occasions. I was sitting in my window at the 'Playtime' window brothel and said hello as he came into my chat range. All smartly dressed in a suit. I hope some of the cum didn't spill on it, dripping from my chin or boobs.

So, here it is... See you next time ;-)

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.

Missionary

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

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!

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.

Society Editrix

Shagging the boss does pay off: I was featured in Slut Magazine a week ago as the new Society Editrix!

I've been working on a new assignment meanwhile. This time I actually have to get my legs below my body, instead of up into the air, as I will be writing them an article on an inworld shop. I will not explain the details, but I've been working hard to get things sorted, as you can see in the next picture.

I probably still suck at my job, but there are no complaints...

Sheep versus whores

I got myself a sheep avatar. It was a joke of course, asking myself if the men prefer sheep nowadays, but you never know exactly what happens unless you wear the avatar.

So, I got my avatar, dressed it up, which was quite some task since the folder I got contained many items that needed to be sorted, and I went out into the streets. With a suitable handbag of course, where else do you leave an avatar's spare parts?
Much to my surprise, I got immediate male attention. One guy called me 'original' and 'different'. Then a colleague asked me if I was 18 already...

I checked and noticed that I was about half the height of everyone else. That made me feel a bit uneasy at it. But well, an anthropomorphic sheep, that is not an animal and not a minor either. So yes, I should not worry.

In the end I just decided to go to my apartment and type up stuff. There's always a regular of some sort that might call me. I would just not have to forget changing back into my regular avi. ;-)

Sex with a prostitute in his wife's bed

I feel his warm breath between my breasts as he says it, once again: "Marry me!" My answer is like before: "Yes, honey, push it deeper, yes, go on, make me cum..." Or well, something like that, I don't remember all the things I say between the sheets (or in the dirty alleys where you would expect a street prostitute).
He's a nice guy, I mean, he hires me for pretty steamy sex, usually with his wife's portrait at the wall, except for the time when he changed it for a picture of us two staining the sheets at his home, but he did cheat on three of his Second Life wife's with me already. Maybe four, I only recall he got caught twice with me... That doesn't make him a very good candidate for marriage in my view. Let's not even mention whether he should consider me good wife material.

There's other stuff we're good at though, so have a look at the other photos below the page break...

A little disclaimer: yes, he wants to be photographed and visible in my blog. It was explicitly asked before even.

Your high-heeled tour guide

Being a prostitute is not just about sex. It may help if you give very good blowjobs but having good social skills is important. Sometimes a man just wants company, or in this morning's case, a tour of the area.

There were two men around and about three girls. (I'm not so good at counting colleagues, they don't bring in much money) The first man was the 'master' of one of the girls. He was tall, Russian and he chatted me up about my boobs. He told me I had nice breasts. If someone tells you that in the department store it would be kind of awkward, but from my professional kind of view it's not so bad, I do appreciate the compliment.
The Russian guy left with the girl he owns to her apartment (yes, she rents it) and left me with the second man, who seconded the compliment. The man had previously greeted me back when I said 'hello' and seemed nice anyways. He walked around the block, after which I offered to give him a little tour of the place.
He seemed to like that, I guess partly because he would like to know what the area was like, partly for the idea of following something in fishnets and high heels around the block.
So, I showed him the back alleys, the playground, a few abandoned warehouses, the public restroom and my favourite back alley with the graffiti. I ended the tour amidst the ruins of some old houses (which is a newer part of the builds, as you will often find out in SL)

"I like your butt too."
Aha, that was expected. Not perse him saying it, but the perks of the tour not being just the 'sights'. We had a little chat and parted when he mentioned someone coming online. He gave me a handsome tip.

Fishnets and leather

Let's see if I can do a little fashion post, something slutty of course, the stuff a whore would wear. Starting with fishnets and leather.

Top: ALESSANDRA - Fishnet Top BLACK (with Tango Delicq appliers)
Jacket: [MODA] KASEY ULTRA LEATHER JACKET
Skirt: Kinky Designs - Leather Skirt 01
Fishnets: [ abrasive ] Ripped Up Nets
Shoes: Enelya's Creations - %.:EC:. Nevada 3 Left [For Slink High Feet]
Handbag: Maxi Gossamer - Fufu Bag - Madame Mimi - Black Feather

I'll keep my body properties out of this, it's both too much work and you'll find me with this hair and skin most of the time anyways.

Morning cigarette

So, there I am. Out in the morning air. The season turned to autumn and I can feel the cold wind at my nipples. That's what you get for wearing a mesh thingie under your open coat of course, but yeah. A girl's got to get her business somehow. So I light my cigarette and watch the teleport point.

It's chilly, but there are still men around with either a large boner or a lot of beer in their systems, so even on these autumn mornings, eith few other girls around, business can be quite good. Let's see what this day means.

Street Whore Tai Chi

Finding your inner balance is important. Especially if you have so many alien things put inside you for your work. So my friend and colleague Anya must have thought. She got herself a set of Tai Chi poseballs and demonstrated them in the square.

The exercises weren't too hard, but can they ever be in Second Life. All we ever have to do is jump on a poseball. I kept on wondering though if regular Tai Chi involved wrapping our legs around a street lantern. Maybe it was just because Anya positioned my poseball too close to the lantern. Maybe it was intentional.

And then it looked like I was groping Emmi's boobies. All very unfortunate. I am pretty sure most girls were happy when we finally found our inner balance back...

Dancing to Rachael's tunes

Yesterday Rachael took out her DJ kit once again. (she does this regularly, as you've probably read in my other blogposts) She also took out the wall from the pub, to make it more accessible and create us a nice spot to dance.

While I never manage to pick up a single client during these dances, they are fun to be at. It helps to relax and let the mind wander away from the waiting, the 'hello-ing' incoming punters and whores and the men who like to grope my breasts in the street.
She started out with a bunch of songs, then switched to trance, which I really like lately, as it's abstract and nice to dance to.

Next time, come have a party with me!

Caught by his wife with a hooker, again

Maybe you remember my little adventure with the client who was caught by his wife, with his cock in the mouth of a Secondlife hooker. That hooker was me, of course. And the client, well.. I didn't expect him back for a while, but today he re-emerged.

Apparently he found a new girl in Secondlife and even got married to her in-world. This is what he told me. He also told me he wanted me and he was going to hire me to have sex with him. Outcall. That is: at his place. "Are you sure?" I asked him. He was. The risk of discovery added to the excitement, he stated.

You'll never guess. Well.. you did already...

Just 10 minutes into the act a woman logged in next to us on the beach, while he was pumping his way into me. I think it is not too bad to quote her:
"WTF? Asshole."
That was about it. I can't blame her. After this he proceeded to fuck me. We switched positions a couple of times, while the girl teleported in and out. She could not have been too happy. But then, I guess she does know her husband is a cheat. I suppose I provided a service to both of them..

Rachael Ezvalt

Rachael is one of the owners at Street Whores - Town  Square. She's quite the active person too. Apart from being a whore that takes great pride in her voluptuous top, she's also a fun DJ who regularly makes the street a less safe, but much more lively place when she's spinning her tunes.

There's more to her though than just her love for random, well-paying members of the opposite sex. Rach, as I typically greet her, is a strict manager of the place when needed. She'll be equally tough on men and women who think they can get away with breaking the rules. I know that: she's banned a couple of my regulars, who have been IM'ing me forever since, asking me to plead their cases with her. I always tell them they should have been nicer to Rachael in the first place.

The whore and the professor

It is not every day that I get to meet a man of great intellect in the streets. Normally they are a bit scared of the pimps and the thugs and they don't dare to get out of their car, or taxi. Unless they visit one of the sex clubs or titty bars around here of course. But then they prefer to be brought and picked up by a cab.

This friendly man was a welcome exception to this rule though. His Secondlife bio told me that he is a wellknown professor of Social Psychology. He specialises in Alternative Sexuality and Sexual Diversity, with many groundbreaking publications in his name. With such a brave man I was not surprised, naturally.

Although, as his profile gracefully admitted, Professor Simon had been in rough weather lately, having been accused of sexual relations with a number of his undergraduate students and maybe being too fanatic as a collector and connoiseur or erotics, he was most kind to me and complimented me on my writing.

Before I had the chance to offer his an expert fellatio at a most agreeable rate, he already apologized for his having to leave again. Those academics, always in a hurry....

My last World Cup gig as a street hooker

Tonight will be the last match for Brazil at the 2014 World Cup. They failed miserably of course in the semi finals. Which is good news for me: I got a booking with a group of men the other day: 22 of them. One of them is said to have a back injury, I was asked not to be too rough on him.

An intellectual tart

Some of my clients are smart. I mean: not just smart, but like... REALLY smart. They read books and such. Some of them are programmers, lawyers. Maybe this surprises you, but it's true: there are actually good men who hire hookers. they're not all drugs dealers and criminals.

For some of them I try to do a little extra. And I do my best to look a bit smarter myself as well. To make them feel more comfortable.

It doesn't always work. Like the other day: my guy had to go AFK (away from keyboard) and I decided to entertain myself for a while with my new novel. After a short while my guy looked up from his work and made the remark: "That book has no letters in it."

I suppose you can't just fake everything. Dang.

A rainy day for whoring

Just when I thought spring started, the spring weather stopped. That's a pity, as all of us know a warm day will make 'our' men a little hotter. It shouldn't be too hot: then they'll be on the beach with their wives and kids. That'd be really bad for business.
But this time it's all about staying dry, not getting warm and wet. Get the umbrella's out!