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It turns out I liked being an escort, a lot more than I believed I would anyhow. I even started taking the cash, mainly because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of sound judgment. However then, if I had the good 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 had not been a little girl in a long period of time though.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing due to the fact that he might actually charge more, particularly if the person I was going with chosen me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it.
I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months currently, and I 'd lost track of the number of people 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. Method 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. Choosing me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was absurd, but you 'd be surprised the number of guys wanted precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an minor whore to draw and fuck . These were all older people too, like my daddy's age, or regularly even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a great deal of money to invest and it was the tips that really flushed my savings 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 transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I need to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. He did all the work if you listened to him inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. But that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to really like these men for an hour or 2. I needed to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years of ages; however never ever older. None of the men spending for me desired a woman, simply a woman, and understanding that I actually was just 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 better I got.
The males loved me for a little bit, although some of them enjoyed me for real and asked me if I 'd wed 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 lonely since I understood it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a man who liked me would not harm me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, many 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 perhaps.
I might close my eyes and envision the guy who was making love to me actually was my father. I might talk to him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel full-grown and unique and liked. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I could not assist it.
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