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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyhow. I even began taking the cash, primarily since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of good sense. But then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't 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 silly things that little ladies do.
I hadn't been a little lady in a long time.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing since he might actually charge more, particularly if the person I was going with 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 'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I 'd misplaced the number of people I 'd made love with. I didn't want to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Way 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 two. Choosing me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I believed was ludicrous, but you 'd be surprised how many guys wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an minor whore to suck and fuck . These were all older men too, like my daddy's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous because he was my manager, my representative, my security man, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. However that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these guys for an hour or more. I needed to act more youthful often too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years of ages; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me wanted a woman, just a woman, and understanding that I truly was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it. I had a skill for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt really guilty in the beginning, however that had disappeared when I understood I wasn't hurting 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 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 lonely due to the fact that I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that method. Like a person who liked me wouldn't injure me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, many of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little woman next door possibly.
I might close my eyes and think of the guy who was making love to me really was my father. I might talk to him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel developed and special and loved. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not assist it.
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