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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyway. I even started taking the money, primarily because I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the way of sound judgment. But then, if I had the sound judgment I would not 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 just worked three or 4 nights a week anyway, given that I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing because he might in fact charge more, particularly if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was always afraid somebody would see me entering into a weird car, a various unusual car each time, and wonder what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I 'd lost track of how many guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't want to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Method excessive 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 extra 200, which I thought was ridiculous, but you 'd marvel how many men wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage whore to draw and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a lot of cash to spend and it was the tips that truly flushed my bank account. Deke offered 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 junk like that. He did all the work if you listened to him inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. But that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to actually like these people for an hour or more. I needed to act more youthful often too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me wanted a lady, just a lady, and understanding that I truly was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real skill for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

The men liked me for a little bit, although some of them liked me for genuine 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 lonesome because I understood it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little more secure that method. Like a person who loved me wouldn't injure me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them desired to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door perhaps.

I could close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me truly was my daddy. I could talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel developed and unique and liked. And someplace, somehow along that ride, I 'd started to think it. I 'd go house and see my genuine papa and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more prior to. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't assist it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as his child but as his spouse. We 'd done whatever however practiced our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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