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It ends up I liked being an escort, a lot more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the money, mainly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the way of good sense. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little women do.
I had not been a little woman in a long time though.
I just worked 3 or four nights a week anyway, since I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing since he could in fact charge more, particularly if the person I was choosing picked me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it. I was always scared someone would see me entering into a strange car, a various weird cars and truck each time, and wonder what was going on.
I 'd been doing it for nearly 2 months currently, and I 'd misplaced the number of people I 'd made love with. I didn't would like to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Way too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for two. Selecting me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I believed was ludicrous, but you 'd be surprised the number of guys desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an minor whore to draw and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my papa's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous since he was my supervisor, my representative, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the things I need to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else given that I needed to in fact like these guys for an hour or 2. I needed to act younger sometimes too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me desired a female, just a lady, and knowing 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 stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
The men loved me for a little bit, although some of them liked me for real and asked me if I 'd marry 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 lonely because I understood it wasn't actually me they liked, mostly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a man who liked me would not injure me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them desired to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door possibly.
I could close my eyes and imagine the guy who was making love to me really was my father. I might talk to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel grown-up and special and loved. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it.
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