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It ends up I liked being an escort, a lot more than I believed I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, primarily due to the fact that I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of sound judgment. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little girls do.
I had not been a little woman in a long time.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a excellent thing because he could actually charge more, especially if the man I was going with selected me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it.
I 'd been doing it for nearly two months currently, and I 'd lost track of the number of men I 'd had sex with. I didn't need to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of money too. Method 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 2. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was outrageous, but you 'd be surprised the number of men desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an minor whore to fuck and suck . 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 stated that was generous because he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to really like these men for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little lady maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine talent for it.
The men loved me for a little bit, although some of them loved me for genuine and asked me if I 'd wed 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 brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that method. Like a person who loved me wouldn't hurt me, you know? I loved my dad. That had actually altered too and I do not know if one thing pertained to the other precisely, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a various name, their daughter'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 could close my eyes and envision the guy who was making love to me truly was my daddy. I might talk to him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel full-grown and special and loved. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not help it.
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