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I even began taking the money, mostly since I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little ladies do. I hadn't been a little girl in a long time. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing because he could actually charge more, specifically if the person I was going with chosen me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it.

I 'd been doing it for nearly two months currently, and I 'd lost track of how many guys I 'd made love with. I didn't need 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 invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for two. Selecting me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I believed was absurd, however you 'd be surprised how many men desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage whore to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my father's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a lot of cash to spend and it was the tips that actually flushed my savings account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous because he was my supervisor, my agent, my security man, 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 had to really like these guys for an hour or two. I needed to act younger often too, as a little girl possibly eleven or twelve years of ages; however never ever older. None of the men paying for me wanted a woman, just a lady, and understanding that I truly was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine talent for it. I had a talent 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 convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty at first, but that had actually disappeared when I recognized I wasn't hurting anyone. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although a few of them enjoyed me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return to their cities and cope with them. But they loved who I pretended to be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely since I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a man who enjoyed me would not harm me, you understand? I loved my daddy. That had actually altered too and I don't understand if one thing related to the other precisely, but I don't believe in coincidence either. 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 wanted to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door perhaps. But a great deal of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me at first, but then it didn't and I began liking it.

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

 

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