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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the money, mainly since I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret obstruct of sound judgment. But then, if I had the good sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little ladies do. I hadn't been a little lady in a long time though. I only worked 3 or four nights a week anyhow, since I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing because he could actually charge more, specifically if the guy I was opting for chosen me up at school. That advantage ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it. I was always scared someone would see me entering a unusual automobile, a different unusual car whenever, and question what was going on.

Method too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was absurd, but you 'd be surprised how lots of guys wanted precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage whore to fuck and draw . These were all older guys too, like my daddy's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a lot of cash to invest and it was the ideas that truly flushed my bank account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous because he was my manager, my representative, my security man, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought 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 tell it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to actually like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little lady possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine talent for it.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty at first, but that had actually gone away when I realized I wasn't harming anyone. The men liked me for a little bit, although a few of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least come back to their cities and cope with them. But 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 due to the fact that I knew it wasn't actually me they liked, primarily I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who liked me wouldn't hurt 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 wanted to call me by a various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little lady next door possibly.

I might close my eyes and picture the man who was making love to me actually was my daddy. I might speak with him, inform him I liked him, how he made me feel full-grown and unique and loved. And someplace, somehow along that trip, I 'd started to think it. I 'd go home and see my real father and nearly forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 before. However I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his daughter but as his wife. We 'd done whatever but consummate our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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