Spot a Sex Worker

I spent most of today woking in the library, which was suitably packed (it’s the finals season, don’t you know). There were a few guys, but mostly it was girls, girls, girls: dishevelled, bug-eyed, hyper from coffee and suffering from lack of sleep, and mostly pretty all the same.

I wondered how many of them supported themselves through the university with some kind of sex work.

Now, if there were any spanking models, I would probably know – the scene isn’t that huge – but there must have been a lap-dancer or two. I mean, the area is full of lap-dancing bars, somebody has to dance there. And how about escorts? Porn models? Phone sex operators? These are all student-friendly jobs.

It’s impossible to tell, though. It’s finals time; nobody’s at their most glamorous right now, particularly in the library.

I did have a good ogle of the particularly sweet-looking girls, though I’m glad they didn’t know what sort of movie I’ve mentally cast them in.

‘Hobble for Life’ Update

I managed two training sessions for Bums on the Run, at which point my knee used a safeword.

It said, and I quote: “You idiot, I was almost fine, but what did you do? You ran 4K over two mornings. Well, now I’m going to give you grief. If you ever want to go down a set of steps without holding onto a railing ever again, stop this abuse right this minute.”
I have heeded the warning and stopped training. On the day of the race I’ll have a go at running for as long as I can, but then I’ll just walk and admire the scenery. I’m given to understand I won’t be alone in the rear-guard, and if the girls who come last have to be slippered by the coach… oh well!

People wishing to be the coach, form an orderly queue.

Dick’n'Jane Go to School

One of the more bizarre mixes of fetishes in one mainstream music video. (WTF is that dog doing there???) It’s about spanking, though.

I wish it wasn’t called “Spanky Spanky”. That’s a truly moronic word.

(Thanks to onlytellyouonce for the link!)

Dancing on Paper

Niki Flynn has written a book, munchkins.

“Dances with Werewolves” is coming to get you coming out… not soon enough (in the autumn).

We’ve had stripper memoirs, and pro-domme memoirs, and escort memoirs, and now we’re going to have a spanking model memoir. Don’t know about you, but I can’t think of anybody with a more interesting story to tell, or better qualified to tell it.

Details to come in due course, I’m sure, on Niki’s blog.

A better spanking robot

Or a better model than yesterday, anyway.

I’m not convinced there’s any spanking going on, but my goodness, what a bottom…

(From the charmingly named FuckingMachines.com)