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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 due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret get in the way of sound judgment. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't have been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little girls do. I hadn't been a little lady in a long time. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing because he could actually charge more, specifically if the man I was going with picked me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it.

Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Choosing me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was outrageous, but you 'd be shocked how lots of people desired precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage slut to suck and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my dad's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a lot of cash to invest and it was the suggestions that actually flushed my bank account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous because he was my manager, my agent, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics 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 in fact like these people for an hour or more. I had to act younger often too, as a little lady maybe eleven or twelve years of ages; but never older. None of the men spending for me wanted a lady, simply a girl, and knowing that I really 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 skill for the sex things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt actually guilty initially, but that had actually gone away when I recognized I wasn't hurting anybody. The men loved me for a little bit, although a few of them enjoyed me genuine and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least come back to their cities and live with them. However 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 lonesome because I knew it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who enjoyed me would not injure me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, many of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them desired to call me by a various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little girl next door maybe.

I might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me actually was my papa. I might speak to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel full-grown and special and loved. And someplace, somehow along that trip, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go house and see my genuine father and nearly forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two prior to. But I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his child but as his other half. We 'd done whatever however consummate our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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