My Week of Unsanctioned Work at the X-Sisters Sex Bar in Second Life

Last Updated on: 12th January 2026, 03:08 am

Most of you already know I got fired from the X-Sisters Sex Bar last year. I’ve probably written about it a million times by now. What some of you might not know is that getting fired hasn’t exactly kept me away. Since then, I’ve been sneaking back in to do unsanctioned work whenever I feel like it. Why? Because nobody ever bothered to remove me from the tip jar server.

Here’s the interesting thing, no one has ever called me out on it. The closest anyone came was Bunny, who casually asked, “Didn’t you get fired?” But besides that, everyone just assumes I still work there.

So, I decided to see how far I could take it. Could I sneak into the X-Sisters Sex Bar and work for a full week without getting kicked out?

Turns out, yes. Yes, I fucking can.

Unsanctioned Work, Cocaine, Custard Creams, and Tye’s Abs | Addictions I Can’t Shake

Most of you already know I have a cocaine addiction. Honestly, who doesn’t at this point? I’ve got a pretty addictive personality in general. Cocaine is just the tip of the iceberg. Add to that: blueberry yogurt, custard cream biscuits, Angel Delight (but only the butterscotch kind), and, of course, Tye’s abs.

Seriously. One night, Tye walked into the bar, looking delicious, and issued a challenge. He offered to pay all three X-Girls on shift a massive bonus if we could make him cum using just our mouths. It was me, Virginia, and Chandra. Naturally, we were up for it.

We threw ourselves into the challenge. I dropped to my knees, taking him deep, letting my tongue swirl around the head while Virginia and Chandra worked the shaft and balls. We took turns sucking relentlessly on his cock, trying to outdo each other with technique. After a few intense rounds of this, I came out on top. Quite literally. I felt him twitch, I heard that sharp intake of breath, and I swallowed the evidence. I made him cum, and the prize? A big, fat extra tip in my jar.

But Tye wasn’t done with me. A few days later, he came back. Maybe it was the lack of cocaine, maybe it was sleep deprivation, or maybe it was just the fact that he stood just far enough away that I couldn’t touch his abs. Whatever it was, I lost my mind. I started speaking in tongues, practically clawing at the air, begging him to let me lick them.

He was getting far too much enjoyment from taunting me. After watching me unravel, he decided to offer his own kind of therapy. He hired me for an hour in the VIP session.

What happened next was filthy. Utterly filthy. We went into the private suite, and he didn’t just let me touch the abs; he let me use the rest of him too. We fucked in ways so arousing, so intense, that he extended for another hour. And then another. Three hours later, my addiction was fed, and so was my pussy. He stretched me out completely, pounding into me until I couldn’t remember my own name.

Just to prove what a thoughtful bastard he is, Tye didn’t stop there. He sent me a gift the next day: a custom cocaine tray… with his abs printed on it. Best gift ever.

The X-Sisters Second Anniversary | Sex, Cocaine, and More Cocaine

Over the weekend, the X-Sisters celebrated their second anniversary. Two full years of hosting the hottest escorts on the grid. I was more than ready for it.

The weekend delivered in every way possible. The drinks kept flowing, the music was loud, and the fun never let up. As for me? I managed to rack up an impressive amount of sex. I fucked in the spa with Huckus, the water splashing everywhere as he took me from behind. Then we moved to the VIP Suite, where he took me again. Things escalated further into a threesome with Mel and Huckus. I had a lot of Huckus that night.

I was also in the VIP suite with Tim. It didn’t take long for us to lose ourselves in a filthy, intense fuck session. He bent me over the velvet sofa, gripping my hips, and fucked me with a rhythm that had me screaming into the pillows. If you need tips on how to handle that kind of stamina, check out our Second Life sex guide, because Tim is a machine.

When I wasn’t impaled on a cock, I stood behind the bar with a line of coke and a beer in hand, watching the madness unfold around me. The atmosphere was amazing. The sex, the orgasms, the cum.. those were just the bonus. The real win was being right there in the middle of it all, celebrating two years of absolute mayhem.

Champagne, Cocaine, and Quietly Rehired

The X-Girl Awards happened during the celebrations, which was a blast, even if I wasn’t eligible to win. You know, fired and all. Still, everyone had a good time, with loads of awards handed out and even more champagne. Honestly, I probably inhaled more cocaine that weekend than the cartel produces in a month.

Then came the late-night party. I grabbed myself a prime spot behind the bar, fully prepared to get high as fuck and watch the fun unfold. Instead, I ended up with Bunny’s ass in my face the entire time. Not that I’m complaining. There are worse asses to stare at.

When the weekend carnage finally wrapped up, Mel and I geared up the only way we know how. We grabbed brand-new backpacks and stuffed them full of guns. Because safety. Over the weekend, I managed to hook a few of our barflies on our stash. If you want to know why our supply is so popular, read up on the best drug system in Second Life. We get them hooked, and then we sell them the cure. Because business.

And once the festivities moved back to the main bar, I rounded things off with even more hot sex. Because horny.

What a fucking wild ride. After all of that, I think it’s safe to say I’ve been quietly rehired. No one even noticed I was gone.

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