“Hey Candy, I didn’t know you were working the street.”
It was Larry, my roommate, who asked me this question. At the time, I was standing on the street at Hookers Hotel, a trendy red-light district in Second Life.
I was wearing a very explicitly sexy outfit, clearly identifiable as a whore waiting for clients.
What I was about to answer was:
“Oh no, Larry, it’s not what it looks like, I am on my way to Bar No.5 to work behind the bar again”.
Larry knows that I did work at Bar No.5 in the past, and they happen to have a new location right at the corner of Hooker Plaza.
But what I actually said was:
“Yes. I am sometimes, and I am available right now.”
I knew that he was there for a reason. He spends a lot of time with whores, I think it’s actually his only hobby in Second Life.
At first, he was a little shy about this not-so-subtle proposal to hire me for sex. Don’t get me wrong, and we did have sex before on several occasions at home and at my hotel.
But this was different.
He never before hired me as a whore.
I was very excited about the whole situation, especially when he asked me:
“What are your rates?”
We agreed that he would pay me afterward whatever he feels is appropriate.
We teleported home and went straight to the bedroom. Just before that happened, I exchanged the old Rawage bed and placed a brand new Lovense-enabled Debauchery bed in his bedroom.
(My own bedroom is on the top floor under the roof)
The sex was different than other times as well. I was getting paid to please him and to use me as he pleased, so he did.
And that is really the way I like it, and I think that’s the way Larry likes it too. Who knows, maybe my roommate will become a regular client?
He did pay me well for the service.
Update: Giving Hooker Hotel Another Go
“You look familiar, sexy.”
That was the line a man used to approach me after landing in the Hooker Hotel region again.
We had never met before, the name didn’t ring a bell, nor did I find any chat history. Of course, I knew where he had seen my pretty avatar before, but I left him in the dark about it.
(Obviously, on this blog)
Then he was straightforward, asking if I had a place and my rates. I told him it was 2000 L$ per hour and suggested my home as the location.
He agreed and paid me. That was an easy one.
I am not suggesting, however, that it is always that easy for everyone. Having a face exposed to the public about 10000 times a month does help.
We went to the house I shared with Larry for me to deliver what he just had paid for. Yes, on the same bed I fucked with Larry the day before. I was hoping he doesn’t come home right then and see me fucking on his bed – my room is upstairs.
Nothing out of the usual. A bit of a blowjob, fucking my pussy and finally fucking my ass and cumming on my face.
After he finished, I revealed that I am a blogger and showed him the Candy category of this blog.
“Of course, now I remember reading that a few days ago. I was so lucky to walk into you on the region”.
Nor really. I am rather often at Bar No.5 in that region. Hence finding someone to hire me for sex is relatively easy. Simply come to the bar, and if you see me there, ask if I am available.
I guess I have a new regular now, and he was delighted with the service.
Update 07/2023: Fast Hire at Hooker Hotel
As you know, I occasionally do some shifts, especially when nothing happens at my place.
I always switch between Candy’s Sex Cafe, Bar No. 5 on Hooker Hotel, and the Refuge.
I was on my way to Bar No.5 at Hooker Hotel. You need to cross Hooker Plaza to get there, which is the place where all the street girls stand, waiting for clients.
I didn’t make it until Bar No.5; it’s a walk of 2 minutes. Kev, one of the few guys on the street, approached me.
“You look very sexy; I would love to have fun with you. Do you have a price?”
Of course, I have:
“The usual, 1000 L$ per half hour. Would you like to take a room here or prefer another place?”
Kev had his own place. Shortly after, I found myself in his house. Well, a mansion, really, He must be a very wealthy man to afford such a vast place.
He was not difficult to satisfy,
After everything rezed, I undressed, showing him what was on offer. He dragged me to a little wardrobe instead of taking me to a bake.
Fine with me; if he wants me to bend against his wardrobe, so be it. He who pays calls the shots.
I think Kev really enjoyed his time using me. At least, that’s what he said. After he released himself in my pussy he left quickly (a typical thing in the sex trade).
I was curious and explored that colossal mansion for a few minutes before I took a shower to get his cum off, dressed, and left.
I hope he really loved the encounter and will hire me again. Having a rich man as a regular is always good.
