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It ends up I liked being an escort, a lot more than I thought I would anyway. I even began taking the money, primarily since I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret obstruct of good sense. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little girls do.
I had not been a little lady in a long time.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing because he might in fact charge more, specifically 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 truly like it.
Method too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Choosing me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was outrageous, but you 'd be surprised how lots of men desired precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage whore to fuck and suck . These were all older guys 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 cash to invest and it was the pointers that actually flushed my bank account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous because he was my supervisor, my agent, my security man, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. He did all the work if you listened to him inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill for it.
The men loved me for a little bit, although some of them loved 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 short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little much safer that method. Like a man who liked me would not hurt me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door maybe.
I could close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me truly was my father. I might talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel special and developed and liked. And someplace, somehow along that flight, I 'd started to think it. I 'd go home and see my real dad and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more prior to. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not help it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as his child however as his wife. We 'd done everything but practiced our relationship, I believed, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?
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