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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyway. I even began taking the money, mostly because 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 would not have been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little women do.
I hadn't been a little girl in a long time.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing since he could really charge more, particularly 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 really like it.
I 'd been doing it for nearly two months currently, and I 'd misplaced the number of men I 'd made love with. I didn't would like to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of cash 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 extra 200, which I thought was absurd, however you 'd be surprised how many people desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an minor whore to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous due to the fact that he was my supervisor, my agent, my security guy, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I require to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to in fact like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it.
Mary Magdalene had been a slut. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt actually guilty initially, however that had gone away when I recognized I wasn't injuring anyone. The men loved me for a bit, although a few of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least return to their cities and live with them. However they loved 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, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who liked me wouldn't harm me, you know? I was in love with my daddy. That had altered too and I do not understand if something involved the other precisely, but I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wished to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door maybe. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at first, however then it didn't and I began liking it.
I could close my eyes and think of the guy who was making love to me truly was my daddy. I could talk to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel grown-up and special and liked. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I could not assist it.
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