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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyhow. I even started taking the cash, primarily since I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret obstruct of common sense. However then, if I had the common sense I would not have actually been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little girls do.
I hadn't been a little lady in a long period of time though.
I only worked three or 4 nights a week anyhow, since I needed to be house by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing due to the fact that he could in fact charge more, especially if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That privilege ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly scared someone would see me entering a unusual vehicle, a different unusual automobile every time, and wonder what was going on.
I 'd been doing it for almost two months already, and I 'd lost track of the number of guys I 'd made love with. I didn't would like to know, however it had 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 thought was ridiculous, however you 'd be surprised how many people desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage slut to fuck and suck . These were all older people too, like my father's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a great deal of cash to invest and it was the tips that actually flushed my bank account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous since he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics 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 real. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to actually like these men for an hour or more. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little lady perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men spending for me desired a lady, simply a girl, and understanding that I truly 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 anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.
Mary Magdalene had been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt truly guilty initially, but that had actually gone away when I recognized I wasn't harming anybody. The men loved me for a bit, although a few of them liked me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least come back to their cities and deal 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 lonely due to the fact that I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mainly I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who liked me would not hurt me, you understand? I was in love with my daddy. That had changed too and I do not know if one thing involved the other exactly, however I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people 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 various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little lady next door maybe. 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 might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me truly was my daddy. I might talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel special and full-grown and liked. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it.
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