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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, mainly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret obstruct of common sense. Then, if I had the common sense I would not have been an escort either. I would have been just 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 girl in a long period of time though.
I just worked three or four nights a week anyway, considering that I had to be house by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing since he might actually charge more, particularly if the man I was going with picked me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly scared somebody would see me getting into a weird vehicle, a different weird car each time, and question what was going on.
Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was ridiculous, however you 'd be stunned how many men 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 guys too, like my papa's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my representative, my security man, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. That wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to really like these guys for an hour or 2. I needed to act younger in some cases too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years of ages; however never ever older. None of the men paying for me desired a lady, just a girl, and understanding that I actually was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them loved me for genuine 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 lonely since I understood it wasn't actually me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that method. Like a guy who loved me would not injure me, you understand? I was in love with my father. That had actually changed too and I don't understand if something had to do with the other precisely, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wished to call me by a various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little lady next door maybe. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at first, but then it didn't and I began liking it.
I could close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me actually was my dad. I could talk to him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel unique and full-grown and loved. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't assist it.
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