I was decorating the new Cafe when Joe IMed me: 

“Candy, she dropped me just like that and already has a new official partner. I guess she is after his money.”

Of course, she is. She became a stripper just recently and said she is bored of being poor in Second Life.

Let’s call her “the bitch” in this story, as I don’t want to reveal her  Second Life name, just not yet.

The bitch is Joe’s ex-wife. She is the ex because she didn’t show up for months and never even sent a message—total silence.

Joe called it a day and moved on. He even has a new wife today, with whom he moved together.

But one day, the bitch called him out of the blue. She made him believe that she wanted to continue their relationship, that he was the only one she ever loved, and so on…

A dilemma for Joe.

On the one hand, he was in a new relationship, which was going reasonably well. On the other hand, he still had a little crush on the bitch.

Easy solution:

Joe went for having two wives. 

Joe has access to numerous parcels, as his “brother” Bryan is into real estate. Bryan owns Bravestone Estates (you have read about that on this blog). Bravestone estates hotels a few properties.

Henceforth he took one of his properties as a new home for him and the bitch.

One day the bitch told him that she got a job. 

You have guessed it, right? 

Yes, she became a stripper. She claimed she was not doing sex work. Just dancing on a pole, chatting with guests in the club, and stripping for tips.

Yeah, sure. 

Common, the days you make money in Second Life with stripping alone are long gone. Guests of a strip club do expect more than just looking at naked avatars – they want sex. Full stop.

Joes is a little naive in those things, which is why he often comes to me for advice. Nothing wrong with that. His relationship dramas are a source of exhilaration to me. 

Within a year, he had like 5 or 6 wives and the corresponding split-ups. 

Nevertheless, during all this time, whilst always being married to one or another, he sees me regularly for sex. 

He also had a “friends with benefits relationship with Yaya. They even shared a luxury apartment above their joint business to have a private fuck-place.

Joe’s wives never knew about Yaya and Candy (with one exception).

Ok, I digress. Let’s go back to the actual story.

At first, he felt a bit uncomfortable about her working at a strip club. He is not fond of sharing his wives with other men.

But after ´talking to me about it, Joe was fine with her being a stripper; he even asked me if I could offer her a job at the hotel, which definitely involves sex work.

One day, the bitch did invite him to the club where she works at. She wanted him to know where she works and what she does there.

He was sitting in the club and she was dancing at a pole.

Nothing to call home about.

But then she made a serious mistake.

“Joe, don’t you want to tip me? You know the manager is watching me.”

Babe, that is a line from the stripper’s playbook on page one. And I told Joes that it was. Only noobs fall for that trick.

From that day on, Joe suspected that he would get played. The whole relationship was questioned. Was she just using him to get a free home and, ultimately getting money of him.

He didn’t pay her.

Instead left the club for her not getting into trouble with the manager.

/me sighs.

Only a few days later, he IMed me to tell me he had dropped him for somebody else.

I invited him over to the new Cafe, and I  said:

“I have an evil plan, Joe.”

“Let’s do counter strike on her. We both know that her new partner (visible in her profile, stupid bitch) is bound to be milked dry. I am not talking about his cock only I mean his wallet.

He nodded.

“So what about me getting in touch with him, seducing him, making him pay me instead of her.”

Joes was laughing and objected:

“What if he has enough money for the two of you?”

“You don’t know me well enough yet, Joe. I will make him drop her. What you need to do is: Carry on as if nothing had happened. Do what you know best. Play naive.”

And I continued:

“ This is what will happen: One day< she will tell you about that “client” who pays her for playing his wife. She will want to make you believe it’s not a relationship but just a client.”

(This is also from the sex workers playbook by the way.)

“Keep those chat logs. Safe them on a notecard. I might need them.”

Joe agreed. He even suggested that this would be fun.

I continued:

“ I could, for example, start to work at the same club where she works. But there is one little catch with that: You already mentioned my name and the hotel to her.”

“Easy solution: We use Yaya for this mission. The bitch doesn’t know about her.

“Brillant idea,” he said, “I even think Yaya would be more of his type anyway.”

“Ok, done deal. I will set her up for this. I will share the profits with her.”

To be continued.