The Rise of the Second Life Cartel: Selling Bricks & Sucking D*cks

Last Updated on: 12th January 2026, 02:06 am

Cartel in Second Life. Did that make you raise an eyebrow? I get it.

At one point I was trying to be a cyborg in this crazy world, but then I just kind of let that go. Maintaining a robot army is hard work, and if you know anything about me, you know that “hard work” isn’t really my brand. It’s not that we don’t still have plans for world domination, but let’s be real here: I’m lazy as hell.

When Jess shut down X-Sisters Street over at Street Whores, she handed Mel and me a golden ticket: a whole parcel on the new X-Sisters Sim. Seriously, how badass is that?

By now, it’s probably crystal clear that Mel and I are running the Cartel in Second Life (or at least one very glamorous branch of it). Lucky for us, the Feds haven’t figured it out yet. And get this: moving to our own space made our drug and gun sales shoot through the roof. People can actually find us now! We’re building an empire, baby.

New Digs, New Deals

First things first, let’s talk about the new trap house. We’re smack dab on the X-Sisters Sim, right next to the X-Girl Gallery and the Motel. Pretty prime real estate for money laundering.

And guess what? We’ve got product. Our “chef” Jess, who is really just a crazy bitch whipping up scripts in her office, has cooked up a new type of cocaine. This stuff is a knockout. It gets you high, it plays custom animations, and honestly, it’s just fun to look at.

The best part is that it’s cheap. Well, it will be once we actually start selling it properly. You’ll be able to buy it in singles or grab a Brick. A brick gets you 100 baggies, which we like to call the “Dealer’s Pack.” Mel and I had a long chat about how to make sure people keep coming back for more, so now we’re planning to roll out a HUD… let’s call it an “Addict HUD.” I mean, uh, a HUD that helps you pace yourself! Yeah, that’s what I meant.

Oh, and there might be a Cartel office above the store, but I’m not showing you any pictures of what may or may not exist there. You’ll just have to use your imagination (or a cam-hack).

The Art of Being Lazy

I don’t want Mel thinking I’m a lazy bitch. I mean, I am a lazy bitch, but the trick is making everyone else think you’re not. If people realize you’re lazy, the jig’s up. They’ll start bugging you to actually do stuff, and that is just not my vibe.

I worked hard to upgrade to one of the best mesh bodies in Second Life so I could stand around and look expensive, not so I could stock shelves.

So, I did a “shift” at the store. Ok, I say “worked,” but really, I just stood behind the counter for a bit. I managed to get one guy in during my gruelling eight-minute shift. But all he wanted was to get laid, not buy an AK-47. I have standards. So, I sent him over to the X-Sisters Sex Bar where I knew Rita was hanging out. No idea how that turned out, but I assume Rita took his money and ran.

Being the Cartel in Second Life isn’t all glitz and glam, you know. Sure, I’ve got my guns, my mountains of cocaine, my safes stuffed with cash, and a killer pair of tits (let’s be honest), but I don’t get to shoot people as much as I’d like.

I keep hearing, “Don’t draw attention to yourself, Aria,” or “You need to lay low and not mess up the operation,” or my favourite, “Stop eating my fucking lunch, it has my name on it.” Yawn.

Adventures in “Screw Me Silly”

I needed a break from the “stress” of my eight-minute work day. I opened search and found a sim called “Screw Me Silly.” Yeah, me neither. But somehow, I ended up there. I guess I went a little too far down in the keyword search.

Just as I got there, I got an IM from a guy who had hired me way back during my Red Paperclip Challenge. You know, the one where I traded sex for inventory items? He was horny, he had cash, and he was looking to throw some L$ around.

I had two options:

1. Head back to the bar, log into a tip jar, do the work, and be professional.
2. Teleport him to this dive bar, make him join the group, take his money, screw him, and get a better story for this blog.

Which one do you think I chose? Finding good spots is an art form, read our guide to the best sex sims in SL if you don’t believe me, but sometimes a random search pays off.

Turning Up the Heat at the Bar

We had a few drinks, or more accurately, he did body shots off me while I just lay there looking pretty. I told him all about how I was running the Second Life Cartel… of course I didn’t. Do you think I’m stupid? Snitches get stitches.

Then, as we leaned against a barstool, he slipped a fat wad of cash into my denim shorts and whispered in my ear, “I want to taste you.” Well, you don’t have to tell me twice! When a man wants to worship my pussy, that man can worship my pussy, especially if the price is right.

Once I was satisfied with his tongue action, I dropped to my knees, spit in my hand, and grabbed his cock. I brought him right to the edge, listening to those grunts and moans that really get me going. He clearly knew what he was doing (maybe he read our Second Life sex guide?), because he didn’t rush it.

I hopped up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and slid his hard cock deep into my dripping pussy. He was so big, I almost screamed the place down. We eventually moved to a small round sofa in the corner, where I bounced on his cock hard and fast until we both came at the same time.

Now that was hot. And profitable.

The Cartel in Second Life | Moving on Up

So there you have it! Mel and Aria’s Drug and Gun Store has officially moved into the X-Sisters Sim. With all the crazy stuff that goes down there, I know it’s going to be a blast. Sales are up, tits are out, and the drugs are making the party go wild.

We might be the Cartel, but at least we’re not hiding in some sketchy cocaine field in the middle of nowhere. We’re right in the heart of Rum Cay, next to the Motel and just down from the Bar.

Come visit, join us, and get all your weapons, drugs, and horny needs taken care of! Hop aboard the express train to the trap house: [Click Here to Teleport to Mel & Aria’s Drug Store]

And don’t ever tell anyone that you know about the Cartel. Capiche?