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It turns out I liked being an escort, a lot more than I thought I would anyway. I even began taking the money, mostly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way 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 ridiculous things that little girls do. I had not been a little girl in a long time. I just worked 3 or four nights a week anyhow, given that I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good idea because he could actually charge more, specifically if the person I was opting for chosen me up at school. That advantage ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it. I was constantly afraid someone would see me entering a weird automobile, a various odd vehicle each time, and question what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I 'd lost track of how many people I 'd made love with. I didn't want to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal 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. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was outrageous, however you 'd marvel how many guys desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an minor slut to fuck and draw . These were all older guys too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He said that was generous since he was my manager, my representative, my security person, 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. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to in fact like these men for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little lady maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it.

The men loved me for a little bit, although some of them liked 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 lonesome due to the fact that I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that method. Like a person who liked me wouldn't injure me, you understand? I loved my daddy. That had actually changed too and I don't know if one thing involved the other exactly, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people or something, the majority of them desiring 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 girl next door perhaps. But a great deal of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me in the beginning, but then it didn't and I began liking it.

I might close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me truly was my father. I could talk to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel developed and special and loved. And somewhere, somehow along that trip, I 'd started to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real dad and almost forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not help it. It was set into me, growing up not as his child however as his better half. We 'd done everything but practiced our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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