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It turns out I liked being an escort, a lot more than I believed I would anyhow. I even started taking the cash, mostly since I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of sound judgment. But then, if I had the good sense I would not 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 women do. I hadn't been a little girl in a very long time though. I just worked three or four nights a week anyhow, given that I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing due to the fact that he could actually charge more, especially if the man I was going with selected me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it. I was constantly afraid someone would see me getting into a weird automobile, a different weird vehicle whenever, and question what was going on.

Way 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 ludicrous, however you 'd be surprised how lots of men desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage slut to fuck and suck . These were all older guys too, like my daddy's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He said that was generous because he was my supervisor, my representative, my security man, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the things I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. But that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to in fact like these men for an hour or two. I needed to act more youthful often too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years of ages; but never ever older. None of the men spending for me wanted a female, just a woman, and knowing that I truly was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real skill for it. I had a skill for the sex things anyway, 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 convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty initially, but that had actually disappeared when I realized I wasn't hurting anybody. The men liked me for a little bit, although a few of them loved me genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return 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 since I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a person who loved me would not 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 various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door maybe.

I could close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me really was my papa. I might talk to him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel developed and unique and loved. And someplace, in some way along that trip, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my genuine daddy and almost forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his daughter however as his partner. We 'd done everything however practiced our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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