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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I thought I would anyhow. I even began taking the money, mostly since 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 would not have been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little ladies do. I hadn't been a little woman in a long time. I just worked three or four nights a week anyway, considering that I had to be house by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a excellent thing since he could really charge more, especially if the guy I was going with chosen me up at school. That advantage ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was always scared someone would see me getting into a weird car, a various weird automobile each time, and wonder what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for practically two months already, and I 'd misplaced the number of men I 'd had sex with. I didn't wish to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money 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. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I believed was ridiculous, however you 'd be surprised how many men wanted precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage whore to fuck and draw . These were all older men too, like my father's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a great deal of cash to spend and it was the suggestions that really flushed my savings account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my supervisor, my representative, my security person, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes 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 inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. However that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else because I needed to actually like these people for an hour or 2. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little girl maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men spending for me wanted a lady, just a girl, and understanding that I really was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine talent for it. I had a talent for the sex stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt truly guilty initially, however that had actually gone away when I realized I wasn't hurting anyone. The men loved me for a bit, although some of them enjoyed me genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of 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 lonely since I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who liked me would not hurt 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 daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door possibly.

I might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me really was my dad. I could speak to him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel full-grown and unique and liked. And somewhere, in some way along that trip, I 'd started to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real dad and practically forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it. It was configured into me, maturing not as his daughter however as his wife. We 'd done whatever but consummate our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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