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It turns out I liked being an escort, a lot more than I thought I would anyway. 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 common sense. Then, if I had the typical sense I would not 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 had not been a little lady in a very long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing since he could really charge more, specifically if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it.
Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Choosing me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was outrageous, but you 'd be surprised how many people desired precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage slut to draw and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my father's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a great deal of cash to spend and it was the tips that actually flushed my savings account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous since he was my supervisor, my agent, my security man, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. He did all the work if you listened to him tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to actually like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful often too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never older. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine talent for it.
The guys loved 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 brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I understood it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little more secure that way. Like a person who enjoyed me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door possibly.
I could close my eyes and think of the male who was making love to me actually was my father. I might talk to him, inform him I liked him, how he made me feel special and full-grown and enjoyed. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not assist it.
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