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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, primarily because I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of sound judgment. But then, if I had the common sense I would not have been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little women do. I had not been a little lady in a long period of time though. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a excellent thing since he could in fact charge more, specifically if the guy I was going with chosen me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it.

I 'd been doing it for practically 2 months already, and I 'd lost track of the number of men I 'd made love with. I didn't want 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 invest, 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 outrageous, however you 'd be surprised how many people desired precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage whore to fuck and draw . These were all older men too, like my daddy's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. He said that was generous because he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the things I need to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. But that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to really like these guys for an hour or more. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little girl possibly eleven or twelve years of ages; however never ever older. None of the men paying for me wanted a lady, just a girl, and understanding that I really was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty initially, but that had actually gone away when I recognized I wasn't hurting anyone. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although a few of them enjoyed me genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of 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 due to the fact that I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a man who liked me wouldn't injure me, you know? I 'd had sex 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 woman next door perhaps.

I could close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me really was my papa. I might talk with him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel unique and developed and liked. And someplace, somehow along that flight, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my genuine papa and practically forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more prior to. But I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it. It was configured into me, maturing not as his child but as his wife. We 'd done whatever but consummate our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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