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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, mostly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret get in the way of good sense. Then, if I had the common sense I would not 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 ladies do.
I had not been a little girl in a long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing due to the fact that he could actually charge more, especially if the guy I was going with picked 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 two months already, and I 'd misplaced 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. Method too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for 2. Selecting me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I thought was ludicrous, but you 'd marvel the number of guys wanted precisely that. Like it proved 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 mainly. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my agent, my security guy, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes 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 really like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine skill for it.
The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them enjoyed 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 lonely due to the fact that I knew it wasn't actually me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who loved me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I loved my papa. That had changed too and I do not understand if one thing involved the other precisely, but I don't 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. Some of them wanted to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little woman next door perhaps. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at first, however then it didn't and I started liking it.
I could close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me actually was my papa. I could talk with him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel grown-up and special and liked. And somewhere, in some way along that flight, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go house and see my real papa and practically forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I could not assist it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his daughter however as his better half. We 'd done whatever but skilled our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?
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