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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyhow. I even started taking the cash, mainly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret obstruct of good sense. However then, if I had the good sense I wouldn't have actually 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 lady in a long time.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a excellent thing due to the fact that he might really charge more, specifically if the guy I was going with chosen me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it.
Way too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was ludicrous, but you 'd be shocked how numerous people wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage whore to suck and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a lot of cash to invest and it was the ideas that truly flushed my savings account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous because he was my manager, my representative, my security guy, 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. 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 given that I had to really like these people for an hour or more. I needed to act younger sometimes too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years of ages; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me desired a female, simply a girl, and knowing that I really was just 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 anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
Mary Magdalene had actually been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt actually guilty at first, but that had disappeared when I realized I wasn't hurting anyone. The men enjoyed me for a bit, although a few of them loved me genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least come back to their cities and deal 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 because I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, primarily I felt a little much safer that way. Like a man who loved me wouldn't hurt me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, most of them wanting 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 lady next door perhaps.
I might close my eyes and imagine the male who was making love to me actually was my papa. I might talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel unique and developed and liked. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it.
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