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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyhow. I even began taking the cash, mostly since I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret obstruct of sound judgment. 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 had not been a little woman in a long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing due to the fact that he might in fact charge more, particularly if the man I was going with selected me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it.
Method too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was ridiculous, but you 'd be stunned how numerous people wanted precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage slut to suck and fuck . These were all older men too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my agent, my security man, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the things I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to in fact like these people for an hour or two. I had to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little girl possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never older. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill for it.
The men liked me for a little bit, although some of them enjoyed 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 short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome because I understood it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who liked me would not injure me, you understand? I loved my dad. That had altered too and I do not understand if something related to the other precisely, however I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty men 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 possibly. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at first, but then it didn't and I began liking it.
I could close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me truly was my daddy. I could talk to him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel unique and developed and enjoyed. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not assist it.
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