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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyhow. I even started taking the cash, mainly because I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret obstruct of good sense. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't have been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little girls do. I hadn't been a little woman in a very long time though. I just worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyhow, given that I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. But Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good idea due to the fact that he could really charge more, specifically if the person I was choosing picked me up at school. That opportunity ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it. I was always afraid someone would see me getting into a weird car, a various weird vehicle every time, and wonder what was going on.

Method 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 absurd, but you 'd be stunned how many men desired precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage whore to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my father's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a great deal of cash to invest and it was the tips that truly flushed my bank account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my representative, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like condoms 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. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to in fact like these men for an hour or more. I needed to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little girl possibly eleven or twelve years of ages; but never older. None of the men paying for me wanted a female, just a girl, and knowing that I actually 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 talent 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 whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt really guilty initially, however that had gone away when I recognized I wasn't injuring anyone. The men liked me for a bit, although a few of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least return 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 since I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a person who loved me would not harm me, you understand? I loved my dad. That had changed too and I do not know if something had to do with the other specifically, but I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people or something, the majority of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wanted to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little woman next door maybe. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at initially, but then it didn't and I started liking it.

I might close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me really was my father. I could speak with him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel special and developed and loved. And someplace, in some way along that flight, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real dad and practically forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. However I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not help it. It was configured into me, growing up not as his daughter however as his better half. We 'd done everything however consummate our relationship, I believed, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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