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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyway. I even started taking the money, mainly because I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the way of sound judgment. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't 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 silly things that little girls do. I hadn't been a little girl in a very long time though. I just worked 3 or four nights a week anyway, because I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. But Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good idea due to the fact that he could in fact charge more, specifically if the guy I was opting for chosen me up at school. That opportunity ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly scared somebody would see me entering a odd automobile, a various unusual cars and truck every time, and question what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I 'd misplaced the number of guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't wish to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of cash 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 two. Choosing me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I believed was absurd, however you 'd marvel how many men wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an minor slut 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. He stated that was generous due to the fact that he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. However that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to actually like these guys for an hour or more. I needed to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years of ages; however never ever older. None of the men paying for me wanted a female, just a lady, and knowing that I actually was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine talent for it. I had a skill for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

The males loved me for a little bit, although some of them enjoyed me for genuine 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 short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome because I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that method. Like a guy who liked me wouldn't hurt me, you understand? I loved my dad. That had actually changed too and I don't understand if something related to the other specifically, however I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty men 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 woman next door maybe. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at initially, but then it didn't and I began liking it.

I might close my eyes and imagine the male who was making love to me really was my dad. I might talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel special and developed and liked. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it.

 

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