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I even began taking the money, mainly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the method of common sense. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little women do.
I hadn't been a little woman in a long time.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing since he might really charge more, specifically if the man I was going with chosen me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it.
I 'd been doing it for nearly two months already, and I 'd misplaced how many guys I 'd made love with. I didn't wish to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Method excessive 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 was worth an additional 200, which I thought was ridiculous, however you 'd marvel how many men desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage whore to fuck and suck . These were all older guys too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I require to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I needed to in fact like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little lady perhaps eleven or twelve years old; however never older. None of the men spending for me wanted a lady, simply a lady, and understanding that I really was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a real talent for it. I had a skill for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.
The males loved me for a little bit, although some of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd marry 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 short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a person who loved me wouldn't hurt me, you know? I was in love with my papa. That had actually altered too and I don't understand if one thing pertained to the other specifically, but I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wished to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little girl next door possibly. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at initially, but then it didn't and I started liking it.
I might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me actually was my dad. I could talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel grown-up and unique and enjoyed. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't help it.
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