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I even started taking the money, mainly due to the fact that 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 ridiculous things that little girls do. I hadn't been a little woman in a long period of time though. I just worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyhow, since I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. But Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good idea since he might really charge more, especially if the man I was choosing chosen me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it. I was constantly afraid somebody would see me entering into a odd vehicle, a various odd automobile every time, and question what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for nearly 2 months already, and I 'd lost track of the number of people I 'd made love with. I didn't want to know, however it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of cash too. Method 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 2. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was outrageous, but you 'd be surprised how many people wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage whore to draw and fuck . These were all older men too, like my daddy's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my representative, my security man, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. But that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to actually like these guys for an hour or more. I needed to act younger often too, as a little woman maybe eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. None of the men spending for me desired a woman, just a woman, and knowing that I truly was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine skill for it. I had a skill for the sex things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

Mary Magdalene had been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt really guilty at first, however that had disappeared when I realized I wasn't harming anybody. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although a few of them liked me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least come back to their cities and cope 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 understood it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little safer that method. Like a guy who enjoyed me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I loved my papa. That had actually changed too and I don't understand if one thing involved the other specifically, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, the majority of them wanting 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 perhaps. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at first, but then it didn't and I started liking it.

I might close my eyes and picture the guy who was making love to me really was my daddy. I might talk to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel special and full-grown and loved. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not help it.

 

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