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I even began taking the money, mostly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little women do.
I had not been a little girl in a long time.
I only worked three or 4 nights a week anyway, because I had 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 because he could actually charge more, particularly if the person I was going with chosen me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it. I was always scared somebody would see me entering a odd car, a different unusual vehicle whenever, and question what was going on.
Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Picking me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I believed was absurd, however you 'd be surprised how many people wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an minor whore to draw and fuck . These were all older men too, like my papa's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my agent, my security guy, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the things I require to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. But that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to really like these guys for an hour or 2. I needed to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little girl perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men paying for me desired a woman, just a woman, and knowing that I actually was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill for it. I had a skill for the sex things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt actually guilty in the beginning, but that had gone away when I realized I wasn't injuring anyone. The men loved me for a little bit, although some of them enjoyed me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return to their cities and live with them. But they loved who I pretended to be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome since I knew it wasn't actually me they liked, primarily I felt a little much safer that way. Like a guy who loved me would not harm me, you understand? I was in love with my papa. That had actually altered too and I do not know if one thing involved the other precisely, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, the majority of them wanting 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 lady next door perhaps. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at first, however then it didn't and I started liking it.
I might close my eyes and picture the guy who was making love to me actually was my daddy. I could talk to him, inform him I liked him, how he made me feel grown-up and special and liked. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't assist it.
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