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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyhow. I even began taking the cash, mainly since I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret get in the way of common sense. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little ladies do. I hadn't been a little woman in a long period of time though. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing due to the fact that he might really charge more, especially if the man I was going with picked me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, 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 believed was ridiculous, however you 'd be surprised how many people wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage slut to suck and fuck . These were all older men too, like my daddy's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my manager, my representative, my security guy, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. But that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else since I had to in fact like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act more youthful often too, as a little lady maybe eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. None of the men paying for me desired a female, simply a woman, and knowing that I actually 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 talent for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the 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 initially, however that had gone away when I recognized I wasn't injuring anybody. The men enjoyed me for a bit, although some of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return to their cities and deal 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 lonesome since I knew it wasn't actually me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who loved me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I was in love with my papa. That had changed too and I do not know if one thing had to do with the other precisely, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wanted to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door possibly. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at first, however then it didn't and I began liking it.

I might close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me really was my daddy. I could talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel special and full-grown and loved. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd started to believe it. I 'd go house and see my real father and almost forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more before. However I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his child but as his wife. We 'd done everything but consummate our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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