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I even started taking the cash, mostly because I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the method 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 girls do. I hadn't been a little girl in a very long time though. I only worked three or four nights a week anyway, since 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 excellent thing because he could really charge more, particularly if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That advantage ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it. I was always afraid someone would see me entering a odd vehicle, a various weird vehicle whenever, and question what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost two months already, and I 'd lost track of how many men I 'd had sex with. I didn't need to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money too. Method excessive 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. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was absurd, but you 'd be surprised how many men wanted precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage whore to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my papa's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous because he was my supervisor, my representative, my security man, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. However that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to really like these men for an hour or two. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little lady perhaps eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. None of the men spending for me wanted a female, simply a lady, and understanding that I really was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill 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.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty in the beginning, but that had disappeared when I recognized I wasn't injuring anybody. The men loved me for a 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 deal 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 because I understood it wasn't actually me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who enjoyed me would not hurt me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty men 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 daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door possibly.

I could close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me really was my daddy. I might talk with him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel grown-up and unique and loved. And somewhere, in some way along that trip, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my genuine father and almost forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as his daughter however as his partner. We 'd done whatever however skilled our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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