Accidental Vacation | A Trip To The Gym

Last Updated on: 1st January 2026, 11:16 pm

Panic Moment – So, I swung back to this post on August 30th, 2024, to link to it on a newer one, and guess what? All the images were gone. Turns out, when I switched web hosts, some of the older pics decided to go rogue and got corrupted. Of course, this had to happen on a day when I actually had things to do. But, lucky me, I hoard my photos like a dragon hoards gold. Found ’em all, reuploaded, and crisis averted. Phew! Now, back to the Accidental Vacation!

Bob and I had a bit of a wild night at my Holiday Home. One of those nights where you crash hard, and in my half-asleep state, I completely forgot to add him to the security system. Fast forward to the next morning, and Bob found himself locked in. We laughed our asses off when he told me about his daring escape—climbing over the roof after shimmying out of the upstairs patio door. That quick, adrenaline-fueled conversation somehow segued into us talking about exercise. And that, my friends, is the chaotic road that led me straight into an accidental vacation.

A Gym Trip That Took a Hard Left

Gyms exist in Second Life, and I’ve known about them, but I had about as much interest in using them as a cat has in taking a bath. But Bob, dear sweet Bob, got me thinking. And when I start thinking, things often go sideways. I figured, why not check out a gym? Maybe I could write about it, maybe meet some interesting folks, and hell, maybe even get laid in the process. That was my plan—simple, straight to the point, and, knowing me, doomed to fail. Plans and I, well, we have a history, and they never seem to work out the way they’re supposed to. But I guess that’s what makes life, and this accidental vacation, so damn unpredictable.

So I threw on my gym gear and hit the road, heading straight for Flexington Heights. I wish I could say I had high hopes, but let’s be honest—I was in it for the experience, not the exercise. Flexington Heights, here we go.

Before I go into more detail about this gym, I just want to say that there is very little chance that it will make it onto my list of Best Places To Find Sex In Second Life.

Flexington Heights | The Land of Muscles and Misfits

Flexington Heights was…weird. Not in a “run for your life” kind of way, but in a “what the hell did I just walk into?” way.

The place was packed. And I don’t mean a casual crowd, either. These were some seriously jacked people, muscles popping out of places you didn’t even know muscles could exist. Needless to say, I felt like a twig in a forest of oak trees.

The setting was alright, though. There was a beach area with a small weights gym, a couple of stores, a fight club (because why not?), and the main gym where the real action happens. I stepped inside, grabbed the “Training HUD,” and gave it a whirl.

I’ve got to hand it to them—the HUD was impressive. It tracks your exercise, boosts your stamina, and strength, making it feel like a real workout. It also made me realize just how out of shape I was. Note to self: daily sex does not equate to being fit.

I tried warming up on the treadmill and then moved on to the leg press. Even without weights, I was gassed in seconds. Embarrassing? Absolutely.

But I wasn’t about to give up. After some half-assed exercises, I discovered a little supplement shop in the gym. Creatine? Yes, please. After downing some, I could finally manage a few real leg presses. Then it hit me—my t-shirt was holding me back (obviously), so I ditched it for something more gym-appropriate and hit the dumbbells.

The HUD kept me going, and the gym setup was great, but the people? Cold as ice. If you weren’t already one of the ripped crew, forget about making friends. Whatever. Time to move on.

Accidental Vacation | Stumbling Into Essencia Hotel

I’ve been to Essencia Hotel before, but it was for work, not leisure. My curiosity got the better of me—I had a hunch they might have a gym. A quick search confirmed it. So I packed up my shit at Flexington and caught a taxi over to Essencia.

I wandered around the lobby, trying to find a sign pointing me to the gym. Just as I was about to head somewhere else, the manager strolled up, all smiles, asking if I needed help. I told her I was looking for the gym, and that’s when she dropped the bomb: it was exclusive to hotel patrons. She wasn’t rude about it—just laying down the law.

My options?

Leave and keep searching or book a damn room.

Here’s the thing—I’ve got a spending problem. If something catches my eye or looks like it could be fun, I’m dropping cash on it without a second thought. Working a high-paying job lets me live that way, even if it means I sometimes find myself in the middle of an accidental vacation.

The Accidental Vacation Begins

Kira, the manager, was smooth as silk. She offered to show me the available rooms, and hell, why not? We headed over to the reception desk where she ran through the options.

Deluxe Room: 500 Lindens per night.

Penthouse: 1,500 per night.

I’d been in the Penthouse before with a client. Nice? Sure. But more than I needed. There were cheaper rooms, but I decided to treat myself to the Deluxe. Swipe of the card, transaction done, and Kira was showing me upstairs. I left her a nice tip, and bam—my accidental vacation was officially underway.

The room was something else. Room service, mini bar, working TV, the whole shebang. I plopped down on the sofa, wondering what the hell I was going to do with myself.

Go to the gym and knock myself out?

Or, you know, actually enjoy this 500 Lindens a night splurge I’d just committed to on a whim? Considering I spend my days working at Candy’s All-Inclusive Sex Hotel, you’d think I’d be over the whole hotel thing, but here I was, making the most of it.

Making the Most of the Accidental Vacation

I scrolled through my contacts, but everyone who mattered was asleep.

The last time I was here, a client hit me up, wanting some company. Now, it seemed I was on the other end of that situation. Look, I’m an escort. A damn good one, too. I have sex for money, and I love my job. But hiring someone to give me the same service? That thought had never crossed my mind—until now.

And wouldn’t you know it? Right as that crazy idea popped into my head, I got a message.

“Are you working?” it read.

It was G, a guy I’d met at the beach a few weeks back. We’d talked a bit, but nothing major. He’s a talented photographer, and I figured, why not? I sent him the hotel address and waited.

The Best Use of a Hotel Room

G didn’t waste time.

I’d already slipped into some sexy lingerie by the time he arrived. He sat down in the chair, and I started to dance for him.

I might have been on an accidental vacation, but I was going to make damn sure I got the most out of that room. His bulge started to grow, and I didn’t wait long before helping him out of his pants. On my knees, I took him in my mouth, giving him exactly what he needed. A few minutes later, his hot load was shooting down my throat.

But we weren’t done. He pulled me on top of him, and I rode him hard. I’m not sure how we didn’t get any complaints from other guests because we were loud as hell. But hey, that’s just how it goes sometimes. The gym would have to wait. This accidental vacation had turned into something much better.