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It turns out I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the cash, mainly because I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of good sense. But 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 silly things that little women do. I had not been a little woman in a long time. I only worked three or 4 nights a week anyway, considering that I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a advantage since he might in fact charge more, particularly if the man I was opting for picked me up at school. That opportunity ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it. I was always afraid someone would see me entering a strange automobile, a different weird car every time, and wonder what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I 'd misplaced the number of guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't would like to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money too. Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for 2. Selecting me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I thought was ridiculous, however you 'd be surprised how many people desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage whore to draw and fuck . These were all older people too, like my daddy's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous since he was my manager, my representative, my security man, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to really like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful often too, as a little girl perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men spending for me wanted a female, simply a lady, and knowing that I really was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill for it. I had a talent for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

The males loved me for a little bit, although some of them liked me for genuine 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 brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome since I understood it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that method. Like a man who liked me wouldn't injure me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them desired to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little woman next door possibly.

I might close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me really was my daddy. I could talk with him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel grown-up and unique and liked. And someplace, in some way along that flight, I 'd begun to think it. I 'd go house and see my genuine dad and almost forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more prior to. But I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it. It was set into me, maturing not as his child but as his better half. We 'd done everything however skilled our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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