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I even began taking the cash, primarily because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little women do. I hadn't been a little woman in a long time though. I only worked 3 or four nights a week anyhow, since I had to be house by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing since he could in fact charge more, specifically if the person I was going with selected me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it. I was always scared someone would see me entering a weird automobile, a various weird car every time, and question what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost two months already, and I 'd lost track of how many people I 'd had sex with. I didn't want to know, however it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of money too. Way excessive for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for two. Picking me up at school deserved an additional 200, which I thought was ludicrous, however you 'd marvel how many guys desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage slut to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my father's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my supervisor, my agent, 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. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I needed to in fact like these people for an hour or more. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years old; however never older. None of the men paying for me wanted a woman, just a woman, and understanding that I really was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine talent for it. I had a skill for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a slut. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt really guilty at first, however that had disappeared when I understood I wasn't harming anybody. The men loved me for a bit, although a few of them loved me genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return to their cities and deal with them. However they loved who I pretended to be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a guy who enjoyed me wouldn't injure me, you know? I loved my dad. That had altered too and I don't understand if one thing pertained to the other specifically, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, the majority of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little woman next door possibly. But a great deal of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at first, however then it didn't and I started liking it.

I might close my eyes and imagine the guy who was making love to me truly was my father. I could talk to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel unique and developed and liked. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it.

 

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