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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the cash, mainly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret obstruct of sound judgment. But then, if I had the good sense I would not have actually 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 hadn't been a little lady in a long period of time though. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing because he could actually charge more, specifically if the guy I was going with chosen me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it.

I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I 'd lost track of the number of men I 'd had sex with. I didn't want to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of money too. Way excessive for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for 2. Picking me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I believed was absurd, but you 'd be surprised how many people wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage slut to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my father's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a lot of cash to invest and it was the ideas that truly flushed my bank account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous because he was my supervisor, my agent, my security guy, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He bought 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 tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. However that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these men for an hour or 2. I had to act younger often too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me desired a woman, just a girl, and understanding that I really was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a real talent for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

The men loved me for a little bit, although some of them loved 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 because I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that method. Like a guy who enjoyed me wouldn't injure me, you know? I loved my dad. That had actually altered too and I don't understand if something had to do with the other exactly, but I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wished to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door maybe. But a great deal of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, which troubled me in the beginning, but then it didn't and I began liking it.

I might close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me actually was my dad. I might talk with him, inform him I liked him, how he made me feel developed and unique and loved. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd begun to think it. I 'd go house and see my genuine papa and practically forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not help it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as his daughter however as his better half. We 'd done whatever but practiced our relationship, I believed, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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