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I even began taking the cash, primarily since I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret get in the way of common sense. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little girls do. I hadn't been a little lady in a long time. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing because he might really charge more, specifically if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it.

I 'd been doing it for nearly two months already, and I 'd lost track of how many men I 'd made love with. I didn't need to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of cash too. Way 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 2. Picking me up at school deserved an additional 200, which I thought was ludicrous, but you 'd be surprised how many guys desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an minor slut to fuck and suck . These were all older people too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a lot of money to invest and it was the ideas that truly flushed my savings account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous because he was my manager, my representative, my security person, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing 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. That wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else since I had to actually like these guys for an hour or more. I had to act younger often too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years of ages; however never ever older. None of the men spending for me wanted a lady, simply a girl, and knowing that I really was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real skill for it. I had a skill for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a slut. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt actually guilty initially, however that had actually disappeared when I recognized I wasn't injuring anyone. The men enjoyed me for a bit, although some of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of come back to their cities and live with them. They were in love with who I pretended to be for that brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely since I knew it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little much safer that way. Like a guy who liked me wouldn't injure me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, many of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little woman next door possibly.

I could close my eyes and picture the man who was making love to me really was my papa. I could talk with him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel unique and full-grown and liked. And someplace, somehow along that trip, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my genuine daddy and nearly forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't help it. It was configured into me, growing up not as his daughter but as his better half. We 'd done everything but skilled our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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