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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyway. I even started taking the money, primarily because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of sound judgment. However then, if I had the good sense I would not have actually been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little women do. I hadn't been a little lady in a very long time though. I just worked three or 4 nights a week anyway, considering that I had to be house by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing because he could really charge more, especially if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That advantage ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it. I was always afraid somebody would see me entering into a strange car, a different weird cars and truck each time, and wonder what was going on.

Way too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was ludicrous, however you 'd be surprised how numerous men wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage slut to draw and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my papa's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He said that was generous since he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. That wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else since I had to in fact like these guys for an hour or more. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me wanted a female, simply a woman, and understanding that I really was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine skill 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 been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt really guilty in the beginning, however that had gone away when I realized I wasn't hurting anybody. The men liked me for a little bit, although some of them liked me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of come back to their cities and cope 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 lonesome since I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mainly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a man who enjoyed me wouldn't injure me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them desired to call me by a various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little lady next door possibly.

I might close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me really was my father. I might talk with him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel grown-up and unique and loved. And somewhere, somehow along that ride, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go house and see my real dad and practically forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. However I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it. It was set into me, maturing not as his child but as his other half. We 'd done everything but skilled our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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