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I even began taking the cash, primarily since I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret get in the way of typical sense. 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 had not been a little girl in a long time. I only worked 3 or four nights a week anyway, because I needed to be house by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. But Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a advantage due to the fact that he could actually charge more, specifically if the person I was opting for picked me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was always afraid somebody would see me entering a strange car, a different unusual vehicle each time, and question what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for nearly two months already, and I 'd lost track of how many guys I 'd made love with. I didn't wish to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of money too. Way too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for two. Selecting me up at school deserved an additional 200, which I thought was absurd, but you 'd marvel how many guys desired precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an minor slut to draw and fuck . These were all older men too, like my papa's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. He said that was generous since he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the things I need to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. However that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to really like these people for an hour or more. I needed to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years of ages; but never older. None of the men spending for me wanted a female, just a girl, and knowing that I truly was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think 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 better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt really guilty initially, however that had actually disappeared when I understood I wasn't injuring anyone. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them enjoyed me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of return to their cities and cope with them. 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 understood it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a person who liked me wouldn't harm me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, many of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them desired to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little girl next door maybe.

I might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me truly was my dad. I might speak to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel developed and unique and liked. And somewhere, in some way along that ride, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go house and see my real dad and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. However I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't assist it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his daughter however as his better half. We 'd done everything but skilled our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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