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It ends up I liked being an escort, a lot more than I thought I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, mostly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of good sense. But then, if I had the sound judgment 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 ridiculous things that little ladies do. I had not been a little girl in a long period of time though. I only worked 3 or four nights a week anyhow, given that I had to be house by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good idea due to the fact that he might really charge more, especially if the man I was choosing chosen me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it. I was constantly scared somebody would see me getting into a weird car, a different strange automobile every time, and wonder what was going on.

Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Choosing me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was outrageous, but you 'd be surprised how many guys desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage slut to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my papa's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a lot of cash to invest and it was the tips that really flushed my bank account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous because he was my manager, my agent, my security guy, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. He did all the work if you listened to him tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. That wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to really like these guys for an hour or more. I needed to act younger often too, as a little lady maybe eleven or twelve years old; however never 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 talent for it. I had a skill for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

The guys liked me for a little 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 short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome because I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that method. Like a man who liked me wouldn't hurt me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, many of them wanting 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 girl next door perhaps.

I might close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me actually was my father. I might speak to him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel special and full-grown and liked. And someplace, in some way along that trip, I 'd started to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real papa and practically forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more before. But I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it. It was set into me, growing up not as his daughter however as his other half. We 'd done whatever but skilled our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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