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It turns out I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, mainly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret obstruct of common sense. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't have 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 woman in a long time.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a excellent thing since he could actually 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 additional, although I didn't really like it.
Method too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I believed was absurd, however you 'd be surprised how numerous guys wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an minor slut to draw and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous because he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to in fact like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never ever 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 marry 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 since I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that way. Like a guy who liked me wouldn't hurt me, you know? I was in love with my daddy. That had actually altered too and I don't know if something pertained to the other specifically, but I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people or something, the majority of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wanted to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door perhaps. However a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, which troubled me initially, however then it didn't and I started liking it.
I might close my eyes and think of the male who was making love to me truly was my daddy. I might talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel grown-up and unique and loved. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I could not help it.
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