"RP" does not stand for "Reciting from Paper"

I've been meaning to put together a blog for SL sexworkers (informed from RL experience) for awhile now, but an experience the other day really put it on the front burner for me.

So yes, I'm a Second Life prostitute. I have virtual sex with total strangers for money. I'm often amused by the variety of men who IM me by finding my name on various groups like Nice Ass, Cheap Whore, or Gang Bang Club, but don't bother to read my profile.

So four or five times a night, I'll get an IM from some guy introducing himself and after a few moments of small talk he proceeds to "lay his thing down" and start trying to close the deal. That's when I send him my business card, and right away he goes into the whole "lol i dont pay for sex" part of the conversation. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he's that hot. Maybe he's got low standards. Whatever. Maybe he doesn't pay for sex, but I GET paid for sex so clearly one of us is in the wrong conversation.

Now, fairly often I can explain to this superstud exactly why I get paid for sex. This is, after all, Second Life and a lot of women are fairly repressed and just want to act out their fantasies with random guys and no-strings-attached sex. Apparently there are also a lot of people who are just perverts and want to act out the most outlandish fantasies imaginable (google "Dolcett" but do it before lunch).

There are even more interesting variations on the "freebie girls" which I'll get into later, but for whatever reason there are plenty of female avatars on Second Life who are more than willing to have cybersex for free. There are also plenty of places to get clothing and gadgets for free but, like anything else, you get what you pay for. I get paid for sex because I'm good. I provide an interaction. I make my men feel good and want more. That's how it's done, online and off.

"So There I Was..."

I routinely get cold calls on Second Life from various guys who just skim through my groups, as I'd said before. Well, the other night some guy wussup'd me (that was his actual opener, "wussup lol") and got straight to the point - he wanted sex. Fine. I got straight to the point - I wanted money. We proceeded to the usual back and forth. He doesn't pay for sex lol. I *get* paid for sex. He can get free sex anywhere lol. Then enjoy your freebies, hon. Okay I'll give you 650 lol. Fine, my place my rules. Okay but I'm wearing my minotaur av lol. Bonus.

And yes, he ended every line with lol. What the hell. Freud had much to say about the Simian Grin of Appeasement with regard to human insecurity.

Cut to my place. Pretty much the whole house is sexgen. You could fuck me on the stove if you swung that way. (I don't really have a sexgen stove, but haaaawtness!) He has a minotaur av (!) and no penis. No problem - I've seen this before. I have a whole drawer full of "Boys Toys", and I rummage through it to find something for him to do me with. He forks over the paltry sum and we get down to business.

Only he doesn't want to actually do any of the work. Apparently for the king's ransom of L$650 I get to do all the typing. Whatever. I'm good, and I'd just as soon not listen to this idiot's pillow talk anyway. ("bangin ur pussy lol") I drop him on the couch and go down on him and start warming myself up a bit. Things go well enough, despite a sim restart, and I end up doing a fairly decent half-and-half on him. (I'm not bringing my "A" Game for L$650, "lol") I'm not even irritated when he bails before I come ("Thanx babe i came lolthx bye"). I'm pretty much okay with him going. I'd rather not owe one of my orgasms to him anyway.

"The Lesson"

He IMs me that night (Why did I let him friend me? I have RULES about this!) and he wants a free refill. Sorry hon, no freebies. He doesn't pay for sex lol. Enjoy freebie island then. And so on, and so forth. I only told you this part of the story so you'd know where I'm coming from for the next part.

So now this guy begins lecturing me on my roleplay. Apparently his freebie girls provide "ten times the content", which begged the question.....content? So he loftily deigns to share with me an example of what a "proper RP" from a "proper woman" (!) looks like.

I literally giggled out loud. I say it a lot, but it doesn't often happen.

This RP he sent me was several paragraphs of a woman shoving him against a tree, her "knowing hands" tearing at his belt. What exactly do her hands know? Was this from his letter to the Penthouse Forum or something? Then she's on her knees, "sweetly and roughly worshipping his fuckstick" and I pretty much stopped reading.

Okay, reality check here. Rough estimate RL I've probably sucked between eight hundred and a thousand cocks, and I've never once called one a "fuck stick". I don't know any women who have. I can't imagine one doing so, although I'm sure "fuck stick" features in many a porn movie and wank book. There's no way a chick wrote this, let alone a "proper woman".

So I pointed out that whatever *guy* wrote this RP doesn't have the first clue what sex is like for a woman. He informed me that I was dead wrong, that he knew for a fact that RP was excellent and spot on, because he had written it himself. I let the irony slide right on by me, and allowed him to educate me as a proper woman, pretty much just for the sardonic thrill of it.

"The Money Shot"

So here's the subject of my first blog, at long last. Apparently there's a small community of RPers out there who have a collection of hardcore porn stories in their inventories, and they just go through cutting and pasting several paragraphs at a time. This is easily spotted in real time, since anyone who could type at the requisite rate to make this happen probably wouldn't misspell the word "orgasm" or even know the word "fuckstick". It also usually has little or nothing to do with what's going on, and ignores any deviation or content from other players.

People, that is not roleplay. It's storytelling. If you want to get me off, involve me in what's going on. Show me you're paying attention. In short, PLAY with me. Let's do this together. I promise you with all my heart we'll have so much more fun. We can do better than this, and that's just with the two of us. Bring friends! Bring enemies (awkwaaard)! Bring monsters! Bring your other lovers! Don't have sex *at* me, have sex *with* me. I'll make it worth your time, and more than worth your money.

They say that a prostitute doesn't get paid to have sex with you, that she gets paid to go away when you're finished. That's partly true. Convenience is a big part of it, of skipping all the social interaction and getting straight to the action. But there's also experience. Nobody with a burst appendix is going to say "I don't pay for surgery lol". They want the job done right, and that requires convenience, experience and most of all effort.

The reason I get paid to have sex with you is because I take the time to make that connection with you. I do my best to show you that I have made it my personal priority to bring you pleasure, that for the next 20, 30 or 90 minutes, I'm all yours.

And we connect.

Reciting a bunch of silly porn off a script leaves no possibility of having that connection. I know it's easy to dismiss the importance of personal connection in virtual sex, but as a RL sex worker I can tell you that 95% of sex work is *all* about making that connection. The world is full of lonely people, surrounded by lonely people, perhaps half a dozen within arm's reach. With the internet, we now have hundreds of millions of lonely people surrounded by hundreds of millions of lonely people, as close as our fingertips.

So let's connect.

My name is Dina, and I love you. Come play with me.