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It ends up I liked being an escort, a lot more than I believed I would anyway. I even started taking the money, mostly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't have been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little ladies do. I hadn't been a little woman in a long period of time though. I just worked three or 4 nights a week anyhow, given that I had to be house by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing since he might actually charge more, especially if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That privilege ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was constantly afraid somebody would see me entering a odd vehicle, a different unusual car whenever, and wonder what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months currently, and I 'd lost track of the number of guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't would like to know, however it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal 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. Picking me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I believed was absurd, but you 'd be surprised how many men wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage slut to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my daddy's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a lot of money to spend and it was the ideas that actually flushed my checking account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my representative, my security person, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothing 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 tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to in fact like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act younger often too, as a little lady maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill for it.

Mary Magdalene had been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt actually guilty initially, however that had disappeared when I understood I wasn't hurting anyone. The men liked me for a bit, although some of them liked me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return to their cities and deal 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 lonely because I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that way. Like a guy who enjoyed me wouldn't injure me, you understand? I loved my dad. That had actually changed too and I don't know if something had to do with the other exactly, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little girl next door possibly. But a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, which bothered me initially, but then it didn't and I started liking it.

I might close my eyes and imagine the male who was making love to me really was my papa. I might talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel special and grown-up and loved. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it.

 

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