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It turns out I liked being an escort, a lot more than I thought I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, mainly because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of sound judgment. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't have been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little ladies do.
I had not been a little woman in a long period of time though.
I only worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyway, given that I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing because he could really charge more, specifically if the person I was going with selected me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly afraid somebody would see me entering into a odd cars and truck, a different unusual car every time, and wonder what was going on.
Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was outrageous, however you 'd be shocked how lots of people wanted precisely 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 papa'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 pointers that truly flushed my checking account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said 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 require to work, like condoms 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 true. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to actually like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little woman maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men spending for me wanted a female, just a girl, and knowing that I really was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine skill for it. I had a talent for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
Mary Magdalene had been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt actually guilty in the beginning, however that had disappeared when I understood I wasn't injuring anybody. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although a few of them liked me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or a minimum of return to their cities and live with them. However 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 due to the fact that I knew it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little much safer that way. Like a person who liked me would not injure me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, many 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 girl next door perhaps.
I might close my eyes and picture the man who was making love to me actually was my father. I might talk to him, inform him I liked him, how he made me feel special and developed and loved. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not help it.
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