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It turns out I liked being an escort, a lot more than I believed I would anyhow. I even began taking the money, mainly because I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret get in the way of good sense. But 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 research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little women do.
I hadn't been a little girl in a long time though.
I just worked three or four nights a week anyway, given 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 idea due to the fact that he could in fact charge more, especially if the guy I was opting for picked me up at school. That opportunity ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it. I was always afraid somebody would see me entering into a weird vehicle, a different unusual cars and truck whenever, and question what was going on.
Method too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Picking me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I believed was outrageous, but you 'd be stunned how lots of guys wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage whore to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a great deal of cash to spend and it was the tips that actually flushed my savings account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous because he was my supervisor, my agent, my security man, my advertising 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. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to actually like these people for an hour or two. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little woman maybe eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it.
Mary Magdalene had actually been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt actually guilty initially, but that had gone away when I realized I wasn't harming anybody. 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. However 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 understood it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who enjoyed me wouldn't injure me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, most of them desiring 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 perhaps.
I could close my eyes and think of the male who was making love to me really was my daddy. I might talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel unique and full-grown and liked. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it.
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