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I even began taking the money, mostly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the method of typical sense. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little ladies do. I had not been a little girl in a long period of time though. I just worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyhow, considering that I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a excellent thing since he could actually charge more, particularly if the man I was going with chosen me up at school. That benefit ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly afraid someone would see me entering a odd automobile, a various strange car each time, and wonder what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for practically 2 months already, and I 'd lost track of the number of people I 'd made love with. I didn't wish to know, but it needed 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 2. Picking me up at school deserved an additional 200, which I believed was ludicrous, however you 'd be surprised how many guys wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an minor whore to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my papa's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my representative, my security person, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the things I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. However that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these men for an hour or more. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little lady perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men spending for me desired a female, just a girl, and knowing that I actually was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill for it. I had a talent for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty at first, but that had actually disappeared when I realized I wasn't harming anyone. The men enjoyed me for a bit, although some of them enjoyed 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 brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome since I understood it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who enjoyed me wouldn't hurt me, you know? I loved my daddy. That had actually altered too and I don't understand if something related to the other exactly, however I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, the majority of them desiring 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 perhaps. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at initially, but then it didn't and I began liking it.

I could close my eyes and picture the male who was making love to me truly was my papa. I might talk to him, tell him I enjoyed 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 assist it.

 

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