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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyhow. I even began taking the cash, mostly because I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. 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 ridiculous things that little women do. I hadn't been a little lady in a long time. I only worked three or four nights a week anyway, because I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good idea because he could actually charge more, particularly if the man I was opting for picked me up at school. That advantage ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it. I was always afraid somebody would see me getting into a unusual cars and truck, a various odd cars and truck each time, and wonder what was going on.

Method too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was ludicrous, however you 'd be surprised how many people desired precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an minor slut to fuck and suck . These were all older people too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my manager, my representative, my security person, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these people for an hour or 2. I had to act younger 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 tutelary saint. I 'd felt really guilty at first, but that had actually gone away when I recognized I wasn't harming anybody. The men loved me for a little bit, although a few of them loved me genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of come back to their cities and live 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 lonesome since I knew it wasn't actually me they liked, mainly I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who loved me would not hurt me, you know? I loved my father. That had changed too and I don't know if one thing related to the other precisely, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, the majority of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few 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 might close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me really was my father. I might speak to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel developed and unique and enjoyed. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd started to think 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 2 before. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as his daughter but as his partner. We 'd done everything however skilled our relationship, I believed, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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