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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyway. I even started taking the money, primarily since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of sound judgment. 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 silly things that little ladies do.
I hadn't been a little lady in a very long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a excellent thing because he might really charge more, especially if the man I was going with picked me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it.
I 'd been doing it for practically two months currently, and I 'd misplaced the number of men I 'd had sex with. I didn't want to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of cash 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 2. Choosing me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was outrageous, but you 'd marvel the number of people wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an minor slut to fuck and draw . These were all older men too, like my papa's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous because he was my supervisor, my representative, my security guy, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the things I need to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. That wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to actually like these people for an hour or more. I had to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little woman maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men paying for me wanted a woman, just a girl, and understanding that I truly 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 talent for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt actually guilty in the beginning, however that had gone away when I recognized I wasn't hurting anybody. The men liked me for a little bit, although some of them liked me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of return to their cities and cope with them. They were in love with who I pretended to be for that brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely due to the fact that I understood it wasn't truly me they liked, mainly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a guy who loved me would not harm me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, most of them desiring 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 maybe.
I could close my eyes and think of the guy who was making love to me really was my daddy. I could talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel special and grown-up and liked. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it.
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