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It turns out I liked being an escort, a lot more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the money, primarily because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of common sense. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little ladies do.
I had not been a little girl in a long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing since he might actually charge more, particularly if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it.
Way too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I believed was outrageous, but you 'd be surprised how many men desired precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an minor whore to fuck and suck . These were all older people too, like my papa's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my representative, my security person, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I need to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. But that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I needed to in fact like these guys for an hour or 2. I needed to act younger often too, as a little lady maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men spending for me wanted a female, simply a woman, and understanding that I really was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.
Mary Magdalene had been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt actually guilty in the beginning, but that had gone away when I recognized I wasn't harming anyone. The men liked me for a bit, although some of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least return to their cities and deal with them. They were in love with who I pretended to be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little safer that way. Like a man who enjoyed me would not hurt me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little woman next door possibly.
I might close my eyes and think of the guy who was making love to me actually was my daddy. I could talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel full-grown and special and loved. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not assist it.
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