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It turns out I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, primarily since I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. But then, if I had the good sense I wouldn't 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 hadn't been a little lady in a very long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a excellent thing because he might actually charge more, particularly if the man I was going with picked me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it.
Way too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was ludicrous, however you 'd be surprised how lots of people wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage whore to draw and fuck . These were all older people too, like my daddy's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a great deal of money to spend and it was the tips that actually flushed my savings account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said 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 condoms 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. But 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 sometimes too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years old; however never older. None of the men spending for me wanted a female, just a girl, and understanding that I truly was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine talent for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt really guilty initially, however that had disappeared when I understood I wasn't harming anyone. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them enjoyed me genuine and asked me if I 'd marry 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 lonely since I knew it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little safer that method. Like a guy who loved me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I was in love with my father. That had actually altered too and I do not understand if one thing related to the other exactly, however I don't 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. Some of them wished to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door maybe. However a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me in the beginning, but then it didn't and I started liking it.
I could close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me really was my father. I could speak to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel full-grown and unique and enjoyed. And someplace, somehow along that flight, I 'd started to think it. I 'd go home and see my real daddy and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 prior to. However I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not assist it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his daughter however as his partner. We 'd done whatever but practiced our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?
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