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It ends up I liked being an escort, a lot more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the cash, mainly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret obstruct of good sense. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't have actually 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 women do.
I hadn't been a little woman in a long period of time though.
I just worked 3 or four nights a week anyhow, because I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing since he might in fact charge more, especially if the guy I was going with selected me up at school. That privilege ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly scared somebody would see me getting into a unusual car, a different weird vehicle each time, and wonder what was going on.
I 'd been doing it for practically two months already, and I 'd lost track of how many men I 'd had sex with. I didn't wish to know, however it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money 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 2. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was ridiculous, however you 'd marvel the number of men wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage whore to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my papa's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous due to the fact that he was my supervisor, my agent, my security man, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to in fact like these men for an hour or two. I needed to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years old; however never older. None of the men spending for me wanted a female, simply a lady, and knowing that I actually was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a real talent for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.
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 at first, however that had disappeared when I recognized I wasn't injuring anybody. The men loved me for a bit, although some of them enjoyed me 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 because I knew it wasn't actually me they liked, primarily I felt a little safer that way. Like a man who loved me wouldn't injure me, you understand? I loved my daddy. That had actually changed too and I do not know if one thing related to the other specifically, however I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, the majority of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wished to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little lady next door perhaps. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at first, however then it didn't and I began liking it.
I could close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me actually was my daddy. I could talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel special and developed and loved. And somewhere, somehow along that ride, I 'd begun to think it. I 'd go home and see my real father and nearly forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more prior to. But I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as his daughter however as his other half. We 'd done everything but consummate our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?
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