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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyhow. I even started taking the cash, mostly since I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret obstruct of sound judgment. Then, if I had the common sense I would not have been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little women do. I had not been a little woman in a very long time though. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing due to the fact that he might really charge more, especially if the guy I was going with selected me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't really like it.

I 'd been doing it for nearly two months already, and I 'd lost track of how many people I 'd had sex with. I didn't need to know, however it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Way 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 two. Selecting me up at school deserved an additional 200, which I thought was outrageous, however you 'd be surprised the number of guys wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage whore to fuck and draw . These were all older guys too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a great deal of money to spend and it was the suggestions that actually flushed my bank account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my representative, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I require 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 considering that I had to really like these men for an hour or two. I had to act more youthful sometimes too, as a little girl perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine skill for it.

Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty in the beginning, however that had actually disappeared when I understood I wasn't harming anyone. The men liked me for a bit, although some of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return 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 lonesome because I understood it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that method. Like a guy who loved me would not injure me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, many of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little woman next door perhaps.

I could close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me really was my papa. I could talk with him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel special and full-grown and liked. And somewhere, in some way along that flight, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real papa and almost forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two prior to. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as his daughter however as his other half. We 'd done whatever but consummate our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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