Something very unusual happened to me. Somebody gave me money to get started. I mean not a few Linden. A substantial amount.
4500 L$. Just like that.
I know.
This almost takes the original plan ad absurdum.
But hey, it can happen. It might happen to the noob reading this. Somebody seeking examples how to survive in Second Life without cash. These things do happen, admittingly not very often.
Having said that. I will not let that influence my journey. It was a one off. A nice to have, but not something that changes my direction or my purpose as Candy in Second Life.
Well, a little. But really just a tiny little bit. I went shopping and upgraded my looks. I bought a decent vagina, a cum hud, some nice cloth and new hair.
I even got an inexpensive mesh head at a promotional event of a brand called LOGO. The head was free, but I had to buy the skins package for 300 L$. A bit sneaky marketing trick
But it was a really good deal anyway. Especially because I love the face shape which came with it.
Here we go:
https://www.facebook.com/LOGOSecondlife/photos/a.101223821357247/207779820701646/
The body shape needed a bit adjusting. The hips were way too wide for my taste. Why are people in Second Life so obsessed about wide hips and big butts? But changing that is an easy to perform task.
New hair I got at my favorite brand Argrace. I went for red hair this time, matches nice with some freckles in the face.
And this is the result:
What?
Ah, ok. You are wondering why this guy gave me that much money. I know what you think. You think I have broken Candy’s rule not to go whoring.
No, no. Nothing to do with sex work at all.
I did not ask for money.
However.
It somehow had to do with sex. Let me explain.
About a week before this happened, I went yet again to that Swinger place called “Balls to the Walls”. I told you about it in a previous post .
The place somehow fascinated me.
Typically you would go there for uncomplicated, fast sex with strangers. It is basically the backroom of a swingers bar and the corresponding toilets, featuring glorywhole facilities.
You find a partner there very easy and without beating around the bush. And it is noob friendly. Many sex places in Second Life require a minimum sl age of 30 to 40 days before you are allowed to enter.
Not the Balls to the Walls.
That’s where I met L. I can’t use his full name here, because he has a girlfriend who might not be amused to read about her partner going to a sex place.
We connected pretty fast. Very fast really. Took about 2 minutes to get naughty on the sofa. Or less.
But in the middle of the action, suddenly the place crashed and we both got disconnected. The beauty of Second Life. I tried to get in there again, but didn’t work. So I called it a day and went off.
The next day.
I logged in and landed at the same place. As you do when you login under “last location”.
At first I went to the bathroom washing my hands. Suddenly somebody came from behind, touched my ass, wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear: “I was hoping to see you here again, that’s why I came here:”
Without answering and without hesitation I went down, opened his pants and started to work his already hard cock. Finally he fucked me hard and passionate right there at the sink and did cum on my face.
We met again at the place a few days later.
But this time it was extremely full and laggy as hell. We were hardly able to walk, left alone doing anything sexual.
We decided to TP away. We landed at a small hotel somewhere and sat at the bar. This was the first time we actually had a conversation beyond dirty talk.
Of course I didn’t leave it at that. It is strangely arousing to do it at a hotel bar.
Afterwards the conversation took a different direction. I told him about my plans about trying different jobs, buying stuff, upgrading my avatar as good as possible.
With a certain enthusiasm I told him about the mesh body I have, which only did cost me 1 L$ and that I am eager to survive on the little money I might make in several jobs.
Then I said: “I hope I don’t bore you too much with the issues of a poor girl. I am sure you don’t have such problems. You simply buy some Linden-Dollar when you need them.”
I knew he had payment infos on file, so that wasn’t a hard one to guess really.
“You know what, let me help you to get started. I can lend you some money, you give it back whenever you can.”
“Oh no”, I said, “I can’t afford depths in Second Life. I would be working just to pay back a loand. Just like many people in real life.”
“Well, then take it as a gift, then,”, he offered.
“Naaa, if you want to make me a gift, buy me some nice cloth. Maybe some lingerie you want me to wear next time we meet. That is a lot more personal than money, don’t you think so?”
“I am not good with style and I hate shopping. I give you a bit of money and you go shopping yourself. Also I have to get a bit of sleep now, it’s very late here”
Said and done. Seconds later I had 4500 L$ on my account.
Was time to go shopping.
But hey, as I said before:
This was a one off. Not something I will rely on.
I did spend the money to get a couple of nice things and then went back to my regular poor-girl-lifestyle to find jobs and show you how to make some money and how to spend it wisely.
In fact, I already found my first job to try out.
More about that in my next post.
Candy
Something similar happened to me once a long time ago. It was when mesh bodies were really taking off for the first time.
I was having sex (in public, of course) and some guy starting talking to me. One thing lead to another and next thing I knew, I was the proud owner of a Maitreya mesh body.
I asked him why he would spend so much money and his reply stuck with me, “Because all sluts should look as hot as possible.”