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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the money, mainly because I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the way of good sense. However then, if I had the good sense I would not have actually been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little girls do.
I hadn't been a little girl in a long time.
I just worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyway, considering that I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing because he might in fact charge more, particularly if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly afraid somebody would see me entering into a odd car, a different strange vehicle every time, and wonder what was going on.
I 'd been doing it for practically two months currently, and I 'd lost track of how many guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't want to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money 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 additional 200, which I believed was ludicrous, but you 'd marvel how many people wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage whore to suck and fuck . These were all older men too, like my daddy's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my representative, my security man, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. But that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else because I needed to actually like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little girl possibly eleven or twelve years of ages; but never older. None of the men spending for me desired a woman, just a woman, and knowing that I really was just 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 things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.
The guys liked 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 because I understood it wasn't actually me they liked, primarily I felt a little much safer that way. Like a guy who loved me wouldn't hurt me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, many of them desiring 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 perhaps.
I could close my eyes and think of the male who was making love to me truly was my papa. I could talk to him, inform him I liked him, how he made me feel grown-up and unique and enjoyed. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not assist it.
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