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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, mostly due to the fact that I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of good sense. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't have been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little girls do.
I hadn't been a little lady in a very long time though.
I only worked three or four nights a week anyway, because I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good idea since he could in fact charge more, particularly if the man I was choosing chosen me up at school. That advantage ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it. I was constantly scared somebody would see me entering a strange vehicle, a different unusual automobile every time, and question what was going on.
I 'd been doing it for almost two months already, and I 'd misplaced the number of people I 'd had sex with. I didn't wish to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money too. Method too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for 2. Selecting me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I believed was absurd, however you 'd be surprised how many people wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage slut to suck and fuck . These were all older men too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He stated that was generous since he was my supervisor, my agent, my security person, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the things I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. That wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else because I needed to in fact like these men for an hour or more. I needed to act younger often too, as a little woman maybe eleven or twelve years of ages; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me desired a lady, simply a girl, and knowing that I truly 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 things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.
The males enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them loved me for genuine 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 lonesome since I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a man who enjoyed me wouldn't harm me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little girl next door perhaps.
I might close my eyes and imagine the male who was making love to me actually was my dad. I could talk to him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel special and developed and enjoyed. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not assist it.
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