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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the money, mainly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the way of good sense. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. 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 lady in a long period of time though.
I only worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyway, considering that I needed to be house by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing since he could really charge more, especially if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was always afraid someone would see me entering into a weird automobile, a different weird cars and truck whenever, and wonder what was going on.
Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was ridiculous, however you 'd be shocked how many people desired precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an minor whore 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 spend and it was the suggestions that truly flushed my checking account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous since 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 require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. He did all the work if you listened to him tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to really like these guys for an hour or more. I needed to act younger sometimes too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men spending for me desired a female, just a woman, and understanding that I actually was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine talent for it. I had a talent for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
The guys loved me for a little bit, although some of them liked me for real 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 short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I understood it wasn't actually me they liked, primarily I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who loved me would not harm me, you know? I loved my dad. That had altered too and I do not know if something related to the other specifically, but I don't 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. Some of them wanted to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little woman next door maybe. 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 think of the man who was making love to me truly was my dad. I might talk with him, inform him I liked him, how he made me feel unique and developed and enjoyed. And somewhere, in some way along that trip, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real daddy and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. But I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not help it. It was set into me, maturing not as his child but as his partner. We 'd done everything however skilled our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?
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