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It turns out I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyway. I even began taking the cash, mostly since I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of good sense. 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 ladies do.
I hadn't been a little girl in a very long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a excellent thing since he might in fact charge more, particularly 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 thought was outrageous, however you 'd be stunned how lots of people wanted precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an minor slut to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my daddy's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous because he was my supervisor, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased 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 since I had to in fact like these people for an hour or two. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never older. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine talent for it.
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 in the beginning, but that had disappeared when I understood I wasn't harming anybody. The men liked me for a bit, although a few of them loved me genuine and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least come back to their cities and deal with them. But 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 since I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a man who liked me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I was in love with my dad. That had changed too and I do not understand if one thing involved the other precisely, however I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a different name, their child'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, 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 truly was my father. I might talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel unique and grown-up and enjoyed. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't help it.
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