I Was a Bimbo Club Hostess

When you think of a bimbo club, what comes to mind? Before Second Life, I would have imagined a club for bimbos. I mean, yeah. But there’s another connotation. Generally speaking, if someone tells you about a bimbo club in Second Life, they are talking about something more specific.

This can get a little thorny, so I’ll elaborate after the jump.

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Okay, here we are in the text of the article. You clicked and are therefore committed. No turning back now. We’re all adults here, so I’m sure we can have a measured conversation around sex, gender and race. This is the internet, after all.

Another term for “bimbo clubs” is “interracial clubs”. The “interracial” aspect tends to go in one direction. These are places where black men can hook up with white women.

Let’s stop here to clarify something. I am referring to avatars here. The player behind the avatar could be anyone. There are all kinds of conversations we could have about the real world implications. I don’t want to have them. We’re going to take this stuff at face value focusing only on what happens with Second Life. The real world is a scary mess.

Some people raise an eyebrow when I mention my history at bimbo clubs. They will sheepishly suggest that these places may be a little bit racist. For what it’s worth, the people who raised these concerns to me had Caucasian avatars. Just saying.

I don’t take this stuff too seriously within the virtual world of Second Life. It’s all based around the BBC kink. I can spell that out for you if you want. It stands for big black cock. There, I said it. Is the concept problematic? Yeah. There’s some horrible history tied up in all of that. But these clubs aren’t about all that. At least not in my experience.

Ebony and Ivory

Every Second Life sim is different. That is true for bimbo clubs too. Having said that, I have never been in one that discriminated. Everyone was welcome as long as they were respectful. I’m sure there are places where that is not the case. I can only speak to my experience.

Personally, I have been treated like a princess or a goddess at bimbo clubs. I’ve also been treated like a dirty little whore, but consensually. I enjoy both. I’ve probably been treated more respectfully at bimbo clubs than anywhere else in Second Life.

I get a lot of IM’s in these places. Whole lot of IM’s. It’s good to feel wanted! I also get invited back a lot. If you’re a bimbo at a bimbo club, just expect to be asked personal questions. About your preferences. About being bred. There tends to be a focus on bi-racial babies. I’m just reporting the news here! Don’t shoot the messenger.

If you’re going to visit one of these clubs, have an open mind. Be respectful. Especially if your avatar doesn’t match the intended demographic of the club. Remember, this is all a kink. It’s harmless if you take it that way. If it offends you, just leave.

My “Self-Destructive Phase”

I had visited bimbo clubs in Second Life before the Champagne Lounge. But I didn’t stick around very long. Honestly, I was a little uncomfortable just because of my white girl’s guilt and stuff like that. It is what it is.

After a year or so spent primarily in the hypno community, I hit a crossroads. I seriously considered leaving Second Life. But I didn’t. Why not? Mostly shopping. Fashion is the one constant in my Second Life experience.

I call this my “self-destructive phase”. I was directionless and I decided to take advantage of the no-stakes nature of virtual life. I joined a bunch of misogynist groups and let them have their way with me. The worse I was treated, the more I liked it. I don’t know and I don’t really care what that means.

Most of these guys, I think, were exercising something. I’m sure there were some genuine pieces of shit mixed in. A lot of them, felt like they were powerless around women in the real world. They were engaging in a fantasy with someone who was willing to play along. So when you think about it, I was like a therapist…

Champagne Wishes

One of these guys took me to a place called The Champagne Lounge. It was really something. Like the Playboy Mansion and Trump Tower had a baby. When he was done, the guy whose name I do not remember introduced me to the owner of the club.

His name was Jay and he seemed nice enough. Not creepy at all. Some guys, you can feel them leering through their computer. Jay was all business. He offered me a job on the spot. Hang out at the club and get paid for my time. It wasn’t much, but I liked the club. So why not?

Jay wanted hot girls hang out to greet anyone who might drop in. The club was new and he was trying to build up a loyal base. I didn’t have to have sex with anyone. I wasn’t a whore. I was supposed to be friendly. Answer questions when I could. General hostess stuff.

I loved doing that. I like making people happy. Instead of landing in an empty sim, guests would see me there. Generally they would engage with me before leaving. Sometimes they decided to look for a busier place. A lot of times, we’d hang out. More often than not, we’d have sex.

I was at my bimbo peak in those days. My mind was scrambled eggs from years of brainwashing. I giggled and bounced and sucked and fucked all day long. Once I got started, a line would form outside my bedroom. Guys would check in to see how much longer they had to wait.

There was a supply and demand problem. I should have started charging for sex. That would have made things runs smoother. But I was young and dumb. I liked the idea that I was getting paid next to nothing to be used like a party favor. It appealed to the instincts that drew me into sex work in the first place.

Why I Left

I didn’t see Jay very often when I was working. We were in very different time zones in real life. When I did, he told me how much of a difference I was making at the club. Told me I was making guests happy which meant a lot to me.

Eventually I started seeing more and more of Jay. Did he change his schedule to see me more? Maybe. Regardless, we got romantically entangled. I’m not going to get into all the details of our relationship. Obviously, we’re not together today. As partnerships go, it was short and sweet.

While we were together, Jay treated me like a trophy. He was really the first daddy to take care of all of my financial needs. I never had to pay for anything. Jay took pride in dressing me. I was his woman and he wanted me to look my best. So he styled me to his tastes which turned me on like nothing else.

It was a mutually beneficial arrangement until it wasn’t. The reasons had more to do with real life than anything else. It was one of those situations where he wanted more from me than I was comfortable with. Since our needs no longer aligned, we parted ways respectfully.

Jay made it clear I was still welcome at the Lounge. But it didn’t feel the same. I didn’t want to be his ex-partner lurking in the shadows. So I left. Eventually, the Lounge closed. Jay opened some other clubs. I believe he left Second Life for a time. Now he’s back and running the Bimbo Playhouse. Check it out if you’re so inclined. Tell him Lacey sent ya!

Aftermath

After another failed Second Life relationship, I decided I was done. I had made plans to help Jay promote the Lounge. Instead, I applied them to promoting myself. That’s how I started my blogging career. Thanks, Jay!

Perhaps more relevant to the topic, my time as an hostess was another step towards my career as an escort. I wasn’t technically a whore at the Lounge. But I was paid and I had sex with just about anyone who walked through the door. It made me feel like a cheap hooker in an expensive club.

As I’ve said before, my relationship with Jay paved the way for my Luxe lifestyle. I got accustomed to being taken care of. That was the biggest rush of all. After Jay, I learned to keep multiple daddies around so I was never reliant on just one.

Lessons learned. Climaxes reached. Another important chapter in my bimbo journey.