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It turns out I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyhow. I even started taking the cash, primarily since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of sound judgment. Then, if I had the typical sense I would not 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 silly things that little ladies do. I had not been a little woman in a very long time though. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing since he might actually charge more, especially if the person I was going with selected me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it.

I 'd been doing it for almost two months already, and I 'd lost track of how many guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't would like to know, however it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money too. Way 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 2. Selecting me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was outrageous, however you 'd be surprised how many people desired precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage whore to draw and fuck . These were all older men too, like my papa's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a great deal of cash to spend and it was the tips that really flushed my bank account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous because he was my supervisor, my agent, my security guy, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics 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. That wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else since I had to in fact like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years old; however never older. None of the men paying for me desired a lady, simply 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 skill for it. I had a talent for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

The males enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them liked 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 brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome because I understood it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who liked me wouldn't harm me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, many of them wanting 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 lady next door perhaps.

I might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me truly was my dad. I might talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel grown-up and unique and liked. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd started to believe it. I 'd go home and see my genuine dad and practically forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two prior to. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it. It was configured into me, growing up not as his child but as his wife. We 'd done whatever however consummate our relationship, I believed, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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