There are lots of places to escort on Second Life, some are good, some are bad, and some are terrible. I ran into one of the truly abusive ones in Second Life last night, the Mile High Club. On the surface it seems not to bad, they pay a sort of camping rate of 30L. But watch out, they are vicious, pry into your rl to find out where you live. That's always a bad sign. And they take a 50% club rake, rather than the 20% that is standard from closed clubs. That means that you will be earning Amsterdam like rates. They say "you wouldn't have the business at all if it weren't for us." She then bitched at me for not lying to her, saying that showed a lack of communication skills. Since I am such a bad communicator I suppose I will just have to make this simple. Gayle Tolsen and Greaser Waco are arrogant sleazers who can't read a profile and treat even prospective employees like dirt. Which can only mean worse if you work for them. Tip jars for the dancers were empty, but Gayle's had money in it.
Guys, avoid this place, they will pressure you to tip fast. Girls, send one of your alts to mill the poles, but don't work this place with your main account, it is unadulterated bad news.
Lots of pressure to tip, lots of abusiveness, major league super egos, and an camper quiet environment. Take some advice, and take a pass.
The owners are listed as Demetrius Slade and Monty Coakes.
Shame on everyone who has anything to do with this place.
"Yes I got a copy of the chat log. I'm with Gayle on this one. So add me to the list of assholes." Greaser Waco
Would you want to work for this person? More correctly, would you want to volunteer to help him out at sub minimum wage, with him taking half?
[The harpy hoard descends in the comments. Sadey aka Gayle, directly lies in her comment, I told her what time zone I lived in. She threw a hissy fit when I didn't tell her what state I lived in, and never asked about languages. I think the ugly tenor of the attacks shows that what kind of place it is, and what kind of people you will find there. 30L/hr isn't worth it, that's hmmm 12 cents or so per hour. Not minimum wage in most countries in the developed world.]
[Oh yes, if I have no communication skills, as Gayle alleges, who would read my blog? Gayle and her harpies are on a serious head trip for a club that is new, and hasn't even cracked the top of any of the rankings.]
[Note for the clue impaired. The way to have handled the situation would have been to read my profile, been polite in saying that I'm much to established and they want younger talent. Then, flatter me a bit, say how you looove my blog, and shown me around, ask if I need publicity photos and whether I'd consider posting on Mile High's unique way of doing things... blah blah blah. Result, no Lillie around, and either no post, or a post about how *friendly* everyone is. That's business communication basics, and it is Gayle and Weazer who are failing the test. The more they harpy, the worse they look.]