Second Life’s Hardest Working Whore: A Story of Revenge & Desire

Last Updated on: 12th January 2026, 09:40 am

On our new Flickr page for the bar, I joked that I was Second Life’s Hardest Working Whore. But honestly it’s not really a joke anymore. (Update: The Flickr page got closed)

I’ve been back working long shifts, making sure there’s always a friendly face (and a warm pussy) for customers arriving at one of the best sex venues in Second Life. On top of that, I’ve been having a lot of sex.

And I mean a lot of sex.

So much so that every time I plan to do something productive, whether it’s expanding our marketing strategy, going through recruitment, or just having a coffee, I find myself in a VIP room getting fucked hard in every position you can imagine.

I really love my job.

The Setup: A Grudge & A Plan

The story of Dan and Stills takes place over two nights. It’s a tale of two different experiences, but it’s definitely worth telling.

I’ve known Dan and Stills since we first opened. Dan was actually the first person I gave one of my infamous 15-minute blowjobs to on the rug (back when I pretended to be innocent).

Then there is Stills. I should preface this by saying that Stills and I have not always gotten along. At one point, I had him blocked. It took him apologizing to Lumi before I spoke to him again. This grudge is a contributing factor to how this story plays out.

He came to the bar, horny and throwing money into my tip jar.

He wanted me.

I knew he wanted me.

Then Dan arrived. At that moment, something wicked went through my head. Even though Stills and I had patched things up, there was still a part of me that longed for revenge. So, the hamster wheel started turning.

I opened an IM with Dan and whispered my plan.

He was very much on board.

Part One: The Ultimate Denial

Stills was aching to cum. The bar was full of people, and knowing they would watch was a turn-on for him. So I hopped off the bar and dropped to my knees.

I looked over at Dan, who was sitting on the sofa, and gave him a grin as my tongue started running up and down Stills’ hard dick. Stills looked down at me and smiled, adjusting his pants, thinking he had won. He thrust his cock into my mouth, making me gag. But I was distracted. I was typing to Dan.

As I worked the cock filling my mouth, I could feel the spit running down my chin. The sounds of chatter and dancing from the others in the bar took my excitement to a higher level. But the anticipation of the rug-pull was even better.

A few minutes later, Stills tapped my head, letting me know he was close. By this point, I had already told Dan to get on the bar, take his pants off, and wait. As soon as I felt Stills’ cock swell for the finale, I pulled back. I patted his chest, grinned, and said: “Now I think we’re even.”

I turned around, jumped onto the bar, and started riding Dan. Stills stood there, his mouth open in disbelief, his hard cock twitching in the cool air. “What the fuck?? I don’t get to finish?” he growled. My wicked grin returned as I bounced on Dan’s meat. “You have a hand, Stills. And I’m still giving you a show.”

Dan fucked me hard on the bar, filling my pussy while Stills stormed off. Revenge is sweet. But cum is sweeter.

Part Two: The Double Penetration Redemption

The next night, I was back at the bar.

Stills came back.

He threw money into my jar again.

His cock was hard, and he had a massive build-up from the night before (thanks to me). Not long after, Dan arrived. I looked at Stills and smirked. I could tell he was worried that I would pull the same stunt. Of course, I wouldn’t. I had sought my revenge, and I was satisfied. Now, it was time for business.

My tip jar rang out twice. Two payments for a session. One from Dan. One from Stills. They were going to share me.

We made our way upstairs. Neither of us wasted time stripping down.

I eagerly started stroking both of their cocks, feeling them twitch in my hands. Suddenly, I felt four hands grab me and throw me down on the bed. Stills thrust his cock into my warm mouth while Dan started fucking my pussy hard and fast. I couldn’t moan properly. I couldn’t scream because Stills was so deep in my throat. All I could do was gag and splutter as they used me like a toy.

Eventually, the intensity took over. I came, sobbing through my orgasm as the pleasure hit so hard. Then they switched positions.

Dan fucked my pussy while Stills filled my ass. Double penetration. I was completely filled.

Stills pounded my ass while Dan ground against my clit. I came again, stronger than the first time, tears running down my face. They both erupted inside me, filling both holes with warm seed. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I was drained, filled, and covered.

Training The New Girl: A Threesome with Tahlia

We recently hired Tahlia at the bar, and she seems to be popular so far. But as a bar manager, my job includes more than just showing her where the glasses are kept. I have to train new staff on engagement, stamina, and how to make the most out of every situation. Naturally, our customers like to get involved in the training process too. It helps us managers see how our staff work firsthand and usually involves us getting naked.

When Zath arrived at the bar, we got chatting in IMs and with a glint in his pixelated eyes, he made a suggestion: A threesome with me, him, and Tahlia.

Sign. Me. Up.

We didn’t waste time. Tahlia and I dropped to our knees in front of him. We eased into it, sharing him between us. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft while Tahlia teased the head, her lips wrapping around him with an eagerness I admired. We took turns lightly licking and sucking, making eye contact over his throbbing member.

After a few minutes, he needed more. He grabbed Tahlia by the hips, pulled her up, and buried his face in her crotch, diving his tongue into her wet slit. That was my opportunity. With his cock now fully exposed and unattended, I latched on, guzzling his familiar, hard length deep into my throat.

Then, he switched gears. He bent me over, arching my back. In a move that required some serious coordination (and strength), he lifted Tahlia onto my back. I felt her weight press down on me, pinning me in place as Zath stepped behind me.

He started slamming his cock into my pussy, the force driving me forward. Then he would pull out and thrust into Tahlia above me. Back and forth. Every time his cock stretched my pussy again, it sent me crazy, the friction intensified by the weight of the girl on my back. Tahlia’s high-pitched moans, Zath’s guttural grunts, and my own screams echoed through the bar.

I didn’t care who heard us; the sheer animalistic nature of it was overwhelming.

Finally, he lay back. He pulled me down onto his cock to ride him while pulling Tahlia onto his lap facing me. “Touch her,” he asked.

He wanted us to play with each other while he fucked us both. I didn’t hesitate. I reached out, diving my fingers against Tahlia’s swollen clit, rubbing her fast and hard. I rode Zath as fast as I could, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, while Tahlia ground against my hand.

The tension built until it snapped. I felt my pussy convulse as I came, screaming out, the tightness of my walls milking him dry. He erupted, covering us both in warm cum, sealing the bond between manager, staff, and customer.

Consider her training complete.

Unwinding: Music & Friends

It had been a busy 48 hours. I had been used, thrown around, filled, covered, and appreciated. But I needed to unwind. Zath was performing a DJ set at Tango With NOTTOO, so I headed over there with Bob, Chandra, and Biggie to end the weekend.

Sometimes being a sex worker can tire you out, but finishing a busy couple of days with great friends and good music always sparks some life back into you.

Now it’s time to get back to work. Second Life’s Hardest Working Whore never really clocks off.

Why don’t you come and keep me company? [Click Here to Teleport to the Bar]