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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, primarily because I was much too practical to let a little thing like regret obstruct of common sense. However then, if I had the common sense I would not have actually been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little women do.
I had not been a little woman in a very long time though.
I just worked 3 or four nights a week anyway, because I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing because he could really charge more, specifically if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That benefit ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it. I was constantly afraid somebody would see me getting into a odd automobile, a different odd cars and truck every time, and question what was going on.
Method too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was ridiculous, however you 'd be surprised how many guys desired precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an minor whore to draw and fuck . These were all older men too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a lot of money to spend and it was the suggestions that actually flushed my checking account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my manager, my agent, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. He did all the work if you listened to him tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. However that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to actually like these guys for an hour or more. I had to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little lady perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men paying for me desired a lady, just a lady, and knowing that I really was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine 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 enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them loved 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 lonesome since I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mainly I felt a little much safer that method. Like a guy who enjoyed me wouldn't harm me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them desired to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door perhaps.
I could close my eyes and think of the male who was making love to me really was my dad. I could talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel full-grown and special and liked. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it.
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