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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyway. I even began taking the cash, mostly 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 good 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 ladies do. I had not been a little girl in a long period of time though. I only worked three or four nights a week anyway, considering that I needed to be house by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing because he might in fact charge more, specifically if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That opportunity ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was always afraid someone would see me getting into a unusual car, a different strange vehicle every time, and wonder what was going on.

Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was outrageous, however you 'd be surprised how lots of guys desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage slut to draw and fuck . These were all older men too, like my daddy's age, or regularly even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a lot of cash to spend and it was the tips that actually flushed my checking account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. 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 clothes 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 inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these people for an hour or two. I had to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little lady possibly eleven or twelve years of ages; but never older. None of the men spending for me wanted a lady, simply a woman, and understanding that I actually was simply 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 stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them liked 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 brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely since I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that way. Like a guy who liked me wouldn't injure me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, most 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 woman next door maybe.

I might close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me really was my daddy. I might speak to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel unique and full-grown and liked. And someplace, somehow along that ride, I 'd begun to think it. I 'd go house and see my genuine daddy and practically forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not assist it. It was configured into me, maturing not as his daughter but as his better 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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