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I even started taking the cash, mostly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of typical sense. 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 girl in a long period of 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 10 o'clock on weekends. But Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing because he might really charge more, particularly if the man I was choosing chosen me up at school. That benefit ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly afraid someone would see me entering a unusual automobile, a different unusual car whenever, and wonder what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for nearly 2 months already, and I 'd misplaced the number of people I 'd had sex with. I didn't need to know, however it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of cash 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 2. Selecting me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was absurd, but you 'd marvel the number of guys desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an minor whore to suck and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my representative, my security person, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the stuff I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to actually like these people for an hour or more. I needed to act more youthful often too, as a little girl perhaps eleven or twelve years of ages; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me desired a woman, simply a lady, and understanding 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 anyhow, 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 tutelary saint. I 'd felt really guilty in the beginning, however that had disappeared when I realized I wasn't injuring anybody. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of return to their cities and cope with them. But they loved who I pretended to be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome 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 wouldn't harm me, you understand? 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 wanted 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 think of the man who was making love to me actually was my papa. I might speak with him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel developed and special and loved. And somewhere, somehow along that flight, I 'd begun to think it. I 'd go home and see my real father and practically forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as his child but as his better half. We 'd done whatever but consummate our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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