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It turns out I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyhow. I even began taking the cash, mainly since I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of common sense. But then, if I had the good sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little girls do. I hadn't been a little girl in a very long time though. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing since he might really charge more, especially if the person I was going with chosen me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it.

I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I 'd lost track of the number of guys I 'd made love with. I didn't need to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Way too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for 2. Selecting me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was outrageous, but you 'd marvel how many guys desired precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an minor whore to draw and fuck . These were all older people too, like my daddy's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a lot of cash to spend and it was the suggestions that actually flushed my bank account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous due to the fact that he was my supervisor, my representative, my security man, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. He did all the work if you listened to him tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. However that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to actually like these guys for an hour or more. I had to act younger often too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years of ages; but never ever older. None of the men spending for me wanted a woman, simply a girl, and understanding that I truly 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 better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a slut. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty in the beginning, but that had disappeared when I recognized I wasn't hurting anybody. The men liked me for a bit, although a few of them enjoyed me genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least come back 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 actually me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a person who liked me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I was in love with my daddy. That had changed too and I don't understand if one thing had to do with the other specifically, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty people 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 child's name, or a niece or the little woman next door maybe. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at initially, however then it didn't and I began liking it.

I might close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me actually was my father. I could talk to him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel grown-up and unique and loved. And someplace, in some way along that trip, I 'd begun to think it. I 'd go house and see my genuine dad and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his child however as his better half. We 'd done whatever but practiced our relationship, I believed, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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