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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, mainly due to the fact that I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of sound judgment. But then, if I had the good sense I would not have actually been an escort either. I would have been simply 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 woman in a long time.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing since he could in fact charge more, particularly if the person I was going with selected me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it.
I 'd been doing it for nearly 2 months currently, and I 'd lost track of the number of guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't need to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of cash too. Way excessive 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 deserved an additional 200, which I thought was ludicrous, but you 'd marvel how many people desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an minor slut to draw and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my dad's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my representative, my security man, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to in fact like these people for an hour or two. I had to act younger often too, as a little lady possibly eleven or twelve years old; but never older. I liked acting though and I believe 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 tutelary saint. I 'd felt really guilty initially, however that had gone away when I understood I wasn't injuring anybody. The men liked me for a 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. 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 because I understood it wasn't actually me they liked, mainly I felt a little safer that method. Like a person who loved me wouldn't hurt me, you know? I loved my daddy. That had altered too and I don't understand if one thing involved the other precisely, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty guys or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wished to call me by a various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little girl next door maybe. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at first, however then it didn't and I started liking it.
I could close my eyes and picture the man who was making love to me truly was my dad. I could talk to him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel special and grown-up and loved. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it.
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