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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 cash, mostly due to the fact that I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret obstruct of sound judgment. However then, if I had the common sense I would not have 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 women do.
I had not been a little lady in a long period of time though.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing since he could in fact charge more, specifically if the man I was going with chosen me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it.
Method too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was outrageous, however you 'd be stunned how many men wanted precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage whore to fuck and draw . These were all older men too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He said that was generous because he was my supervisor, my representative, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the things I need to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to in fact like these people for an hour or 2. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little girl possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine 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 actually guilty at first, but that had actually gone away when I understood I wasn't hurting anyone. The men loved me for a little bit, although a few of them liked me genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return 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 due to the fact that I understood it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a person who loved me wouldn't harm me, you know? I loved my daddy. That had actually altered too and I do not understand if something related to the other specifically, but 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. A few of them wished to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door perhaps. But a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me initially, but then it didn't and I started liking it.
I could close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me truly was my papa. I could talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel unique and developed and loved. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I could not assist it.
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