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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, primarily because I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the way of sound judgment. Then, if I had the common sense I would not 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 silly things that little girls do. I hadn't been a little woman in a long time. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing due to the fact that he could really charge more, particularly if the guy I was going with selected me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it.

I 'd been doing it for nearly two months currently, and I 'd lost track of the number of people I 'd had sex with. I didn't need to know, however it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of money too. Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for two. Choosing me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was outrageous, but you 'd marvel how many men desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real 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 primarily. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my supervisor, my representative, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the things I need to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. But that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else given that I needed to actually like these men for an hour or two. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little lady possibly eleven or twelve years of ages; but never older. None of the men paying for me wanted a lady, simply a lady, and knowing that I actually was just 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 stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt really guilty initially, however that had actually disappeared when I realized I wasn't harming anyone. The men enjoyed me for a bit, although a few of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of return to their cities and live 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 lonesome because I understood it wasn't actually me they liked, primarily I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who loved me wouldn't harm me, you know? I was in love with my dad. That had changed too and I don't understand if something pertained to the other precisely, but I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wished to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little woman next door maybe. However a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, which bothered me in the beginning, but then it didn't and I started liking it.

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

 

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