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I even began taking the cash, mostly because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little ladies do.
I hadn't been a little girl in a long time.
I only worked 3 or four nights a week anyhow, since I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing since he might in fact charge more, particularly if the guy I was going with selected me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it. I was constantly afraid somebody would see me getting into a strange automobile, a different strange cars and truck each time, and question what was going on.
I 'd been doing it for practically two months currently, and I 'd lost track of the number of people I 'd made love with. I didn't need to know, however it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of money too. Way excessive for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for two. Picking me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I thought was ridiculous, but you 'd be surprised how many people wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an minor slut to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my dad's age, or regularly even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a great deal of money to spend and it was the suggestions that actually flushed my checking account. Deke provided 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 guy, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. He did all the work if you listened to him inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to really like these people for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful often too, as a little girl perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it.
Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt actually guilty in the beginning, but that had disappeared when I realized I wasn't harming anyone. The men liked me for a little bit, although a few of them liked me genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least come back to their cities and live with them. But 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 lonesome since I knew it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little much safer that way. Like a guy who liked me would not harm me, you understand? I was in love with my daddy. That had actually changed too and I don't know if one thing related to the other specifically, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, most 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 woman next door perhaps. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at initially, but then it didn't and I began liking it.
I might close my eyes and picture the man who was making love to me really was my daddy. I could talk with him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel special and grown-up and loved. And someplace, somehow along that ride, I 'd begun to think it. I 'd go home and see my real papa and almost forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. However I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it. It was set into me, growing up not as his daughter but as his partner. We 'd done whatever but consummate our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?
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