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It ends up I liked being an escort, a lot 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 regret get in the way of sound judgment. Then, if I had the typical 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 silly things that little girls do.
I had not been a little woman in a long time.
I just worked 3 or four nights a week anyway, since I needed to be house by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a excellent thing since he could actually charge more, especially if the guy I was going with chosen 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 was constantly afraid somebody would see me getting into a unusual vehicle, a different strange car each time, and wonder what was going on.
I 'd been doing it for almost two months already, and I 'd misplaced the number of men I 'd made love with. I didn't want to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Method 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 two. Selecting me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was outrageous, but you 'd marvel the number of people wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an minor whore to fuck and suck . These were all older people too, like my daddy's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I require to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to actually like these people for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful often too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; but never older. I liked acting though and I think I had a real talent for it.
Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty in the beginning, however that had actually gone away when I understood I wasn't hurting anybody. The men loved me for a little bit, although a few of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least 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 lonely because I knew it wasn't actually me they liked, mainly I felt a little safer that way. Like a guy who loved me would not injure me, you understand? I loved my daddy. That had altered too and I do not know if one thing pertained to the other exactly, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people or something, most 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. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at initially, but then it didn't and I started liking it.
I might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me really was my father. I might talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel developed and unique and loved. And somewhere, in some way along that flight, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my genuine dad and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more prior to. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his child but as his better half. We 'd done everything but practiced our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?
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