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I even started taking the cash, primarily since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little women do.
I had not been a little lady in a long period of time though.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a excellent thing because he could actually charge more, specifically if the person I was going with selected me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it.
I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months currently, and I 'd lost track of the number of guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't need to know, however 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 2. Choosing me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was ridiculous, but you 'd marvel how many people desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage whore to draw and fuck . These were all older men too, like my father's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a lot of money to invest and it was the suggestions that truly flushed my checking account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous since he was my manager, my representative, my security guy, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics 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. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to really like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act younger often too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it.
The males loved me for a little bit, although some of them liked 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 since I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, primarily I felt a little much safer that way. Like a guy who enjoyed me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I loved my dad. That had changed too and I don't understand if one thing pertained to the other specifically, but I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wanted to call me by a various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little woman next door perhaps. However a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, which troubled me in the beginning, but then it didn't and I began liking it.
I could close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me really was my daddy. I could talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel developed and special and loved. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it.
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