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It turns out I liked being an escort, a lot more than I believed I would anyhow. I even began taking the cash, mainly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of common sense. But then, if I had the sound judgment I would not have been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little women do.
I had not been a little lady in a long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a excellent thing because he could really charge more, especially if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it.
I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I 'd misplaced how many people I 'd had sex with. I didn't wish to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Way excessive 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. Picking me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I thought was outrageous, however you 'd marvel the number of people desired precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage whore to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my daddy'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 pointers that actually flushed my savings account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous because he was my supervisor, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. He did all the work if you listened to him tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. However that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to really like these guys for an hour or two. I needed to act younger in some cases too, as a little woman maybe eleven or twelve years of ages; however never older. None of the men paying for me desired a female, simply a woman, and understanding that I truly was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine talent for it. I had a skill for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.
Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt really guilty in the beginning, but that had actually disappeared when I understood I wasn't injuring anyone. The men liked me for a bit, although some of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or a minimum of return to their cities and cope 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 since I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that way. Like a man who enjoyed me wouldn't injure me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, most of them desiring 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 envision the man who was making love to me really was my dad. I could talk to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel unique and grown-up and loved. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not assist it.
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