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It turns out I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the money, mostly because I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of common sense. Then, if I had the common sense I would not have been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little ladies do. I had not been a little girl in a long time. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing due to the fact that he could really charge more, specifically if the person I was going with chosen me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, 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 want 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 2. Choosing me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I thought was absurd, but you 'd be surprised the number of men desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an minor whore to fuck and suck . These were all older guys too, like my daddy's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a lot of money to spend and it was the pointers that actually flushed my bank account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my manager, my representative, my security person, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. He did all the work if you listened to him inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else because I needed to really like these guys for an hour or two. I needed to act more youthful often too, as a little lady perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men paying for me wanted a female, simply 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 real skill for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

The guys enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them liked me for genuine and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least come back to their cities and live 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 lonesome due to the fact that I understood it wasn't actually me they liked, mainly I felt a little much safer that method. Like a person who loved me would not injure me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, many of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them desired to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little woman next door possibly.

I might close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me truly was my papa. I could talk with him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel full-grown and unique and enjoyed. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd begun to think it. I 'd go home and see my genuine daddy and practically forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two prior to. But I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I could not help it. It was set into me, maturing not as his child but as his other half. We 'd done whatever but skilled our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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