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I even started taking the money, mainly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the method of common sense. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little girls do.
I hadn't been a little woman in a long time though.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing because he could in fact charge more, particularly if the guy I was going with selected me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it.
I 'd been doing it for nearly 2 months currently, and I 'd lost track of the number of guys I 'd made love with. I didn't want to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Way excessive for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for 2. Choosing me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was outrageous, but you 'd marvel how many people wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an minor whore 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. He stated that was generous because he was my supervisor, my representative, my security guy, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these people for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful often too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine talent for it.
The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them enjoyed me for genuine and asked me if I 'd marry 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 short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I knew it wasn't actually me they liked, primarily I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who loved me would not harm me, you understand? I was in love with my papa. That had changed too and I do not understand if something related to the other specifically, but I do not 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. A few of them wanted to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door perhaps. However a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, which bothered me at first, but then it didn't and I began liking it.
I might close my eyes and imagine the male who was making love to me truly was my dad. I could talk to him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel developed and special and liked. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I could not assist it.
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