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I even started taking the money, primarily since I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the way of typical sense. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little girls do.
I had not been a little lady in a long time.
I just worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyhow, given that I had to be house by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good idea since he could actually charge more, particularly if the man I was going with chosen me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was always scared somebody would see me entering into a strange vehicle, a different strange cars and truck each time, and wonder what was going on.
Way too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was outrageous, however you 'd be stunned how many men desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage slut to draw and fuck . These were all older people too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my manager, my agent, my security man, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the stuff I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I needed to actually like these men for an hour or two. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little girl perhaps eleven or twelve years of ages; but never older. None of the men paying for me wanted a woman, just a woman, 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 stuff 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 actually guilty initially, but that had actually gone away when I realized I wasn't harming anyone. The men enjoyed me for a bit, although a few of them enjoyed me for real 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 lonely since I understood it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a guy who liked me would not harm me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little lady next door perhaps.
I might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me truly was my daddy. I might talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel special and developed and liked. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not assist it.
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