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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, mainly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret get in the way of sound judgment. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't 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 ridiculous things that little women do. I had not been a little girl in a long time. I only worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyway, considering that I needed to be house by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing since he could really charge more, especially if the man I was going with picked me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a number of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was always scared somebody would see me entering into a strange car, a various strange cars and truck every time, and wonder what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I 'd misplaced the number of guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't wish to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash too. Method 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 was worth an extra 200, which I thought was ludicrous, however you 'd marvel how many guys wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an minor whore to fuck and suck . These were all older people too, like my daddy's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He said that was generous because he was my manager, my agent, my security guy, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the things I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and junk like that. However that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else since I needed to in fact like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little lady possibly eleven or twelve years of ages; however never older. None of the men spending for me desired a lady, just a lady, 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 talent for the sex stuff anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although some of them loved 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 brief time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely due to the fact that I understood it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that way. Like a man who liked me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, most 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 woman next door maybe.

I could close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me really was my papa. I might speak with him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel unique and developed and enjoyed. And someplace, somehow along that trip, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real father 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 full-grown love, and I couldn't help it. It was set into me, maturing not as his daughter however as his other half. We 'd done whatever however practiced our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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