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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyhow. I even started taking the cash, mostly due to the fact that I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of sound judgment. Then, if I had the common sense I would not have been an escort either. I would have been simply 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 lady in a long time. I just worked three or four nights a week anyway, given that I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a excellent thing since he might in fact charge more, specifically if the person I was going with selected me up at school. That benefit ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it. I was always afraid someone would see me getting into a odd automobile, a various unusual automobile every time, and question what was going on.

Method too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was ludicrous, however you 'd be surprised how lots of people wanted precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage slut to fuck and suck . These were all older people too, like my papa's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my supervisor, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the things I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap 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 needed to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men spending for me wanted a woman, just a woman, and understanding that I really was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine 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 slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt truly guilty in the beginning, but that had gone away when I understood I wasn't harming anybody. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although a few of them liked me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return to their cities and deal with them. However they loved who I pretended to be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a person who loved me wouldn't harm 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 desired to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little girl next door perhaps.

I might close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me really was my papa. I could talk with him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel grown-up and unique and loved. And somewhere, in some way along that flight, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my genuine daddy and almost forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it. It was set into me, maturing not as his child but as his other half. We 'd done everything but consummate our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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