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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, mostly because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of sound judgment. But then, if I had the sound judgment I wouldn't have been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little girls do. I had not been a little girl in a long time though. I only worked 3 or four nights a week anyway, given that I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing since he could in fact charge more, especially if the man I was going with picked me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it. I was constantly scared somebody would see me getting into a strange vehicle, a different unusual automobile whenever, and question what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for nearly two months already, and I 'd lost track of the number of people I 'd had sex with. I didn't want to know, however it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of money too. Way 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 two. Picking me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I thought was ludicrous, however you 'd marvel how many people wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage slut to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my manager, my representative, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. But that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I needed to actually like these people for an hour or 2. I needed to act more youthful often too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years old; however never older. None of the men paying for me wanted a female, just a woman, and understanding that I actually was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine skill for it. I had a talent for the sex things 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 truly guilty initially, but that had actually gone away when I realized I wasn't hurting anybody. The men loved me for a little bit, although a few of them enjoyed me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or a minimum of come back to their cities and cope with them. However they loved 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 really me they liked, primarily I felt a little more secure that way. Like a man who loved me wouldn't hurt me, you understand? I was in love with my daddy. That had altered too and I do not know if one thing had to do with the other exactly, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, the majority of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wished to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady 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 might close my eyes and picture the man who was making love to me truly was my daddy. I might talk with him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel special and full-grown and liked. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd started to think it. I 'd go house and see my real papa and nearly forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his child but as his spouse. We 'd done everything however skilled our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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