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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, primarily since 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 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 ridiculous things that little women do. I hadn't been a little girl in a very long time though. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing due to the fact that he could in fact charge more, particularly if the man I was going with chosen me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it.

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, but you 'd be shocked how numerous guys wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an minor slut to fuck and suck . These were all older guys too, like my father's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a great deal of cash to invest and it was the tips that really flushed my savings account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my agent, my security man, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. He did all the work if you listened to him tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else because I needed to really like these men for an hour or more. I needed to act younger often too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years old; however never older. None of the men spending for me desired a female, simply a woman, and knowing that I actually was just 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 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, but that had actually gone away when I recognized I wasn't injuring anyone. The men liked me for a little bit, although a few of them enjoyed me genuine and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least return to their cities and deal 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 lonely since I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a man who loved 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 desired to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little woman next door perhaps.

I might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me actually was my papa. I could speak with him, inform him I liked him, how he made me feel special and developed and loved. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd begun to think 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 prior to. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't help it. It was set into me, maturing not as his daughter but as his other half. We 'd done everything but practiced our relationship, I believed, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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