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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyway. I even started taking the money, primarily due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of sound judgment. But then, if I had the common 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 had not been a little woman in a very long time though. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing because he might really charge more, especially if the man I was going with selected me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it.

I 'd been doing it for almost two months already, and I 'd misplaced how many people I 'd had sex with. I didn't want to know, however it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money too. Way too much 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. Choosing me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was outrageous, however you 'd be surprised how many men wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage slut to fuck and draw . These were all older people too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a lot of money to invest and it was the tips that really flushed my checking account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous since he was my supervisor, my representative, my security person, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. He did all the work if you listened to him inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. That wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to really like these men for an hour or 2. I needed to act younger sometimes too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me wanted a woman, just a lady, and knowing that I truly was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine skill 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.

The men loved me for a little bit, although some of them liked me for 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 short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely since I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who liked me wouldn't injure me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door perhaps.

I could close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me actually was my daddy. I could talk with him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel full-grown and special and loved. And somewhere, in some way along that ride, I 'd started to think it. I 'd go home and see my genuine papa and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more prior to. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't assist it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as his daughter but as his better half. We 'd done everything but skilled our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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