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It turns out I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, mainly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret obstruct of good sense. However then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't 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 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 anyhow, considering that I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing due to the fact that he might really charge more, especially if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly scared somebody would see me entering a strange car, a different odd cars and truck whenever, and wonder what was going on.
I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months currently, and I 'd misplaced the number of people I 'd had sex with. I didn't would like to know, however it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money too. Method excessive for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for 2. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was ludicrous, but you 'd be surprised how many men wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage 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. He said that was generous because he was my manager, my agent, my security guy, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. It was more like acting than anything else since I had to really like these men for an hour or two. I had to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it.
Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt really guilty initially, however that had actually disappeared when I understood I wasn't harming anybody. The men liked me for a bit, although a few 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. However 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 since I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a person who enjoyed me wouldn't hurt me, you know? I was in love with my father. That had actually altered too and I do not know if something had to do with the other specifically, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty guys or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wished to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little girl next door perhaps. But a great deal of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me initially, but then it didn't and I began liking it.
I might close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me actually was my father. I could speak to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel grown-up and special and liked. And somewhere, somehow along that trip, I 'd started to think it. I 'd go house and see my genuine papa and nearly forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more before. But I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't help it. It was configured into me, growing up not as his daughter but as his wife. We 'd done everything but consummate our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?
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