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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, primarily because I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret get in the way of common sense. However then, if I had the good sense I would not have actually been an escort either. 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 had not been a little lady in a long time. I just worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyhow, because I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing due to the fact that he might really charge more, especially if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That benefit ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it. I was always afraid someone would see me getting into a odd car, a different strange automobile every time, and wonder what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost 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 money 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 2. Picking me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was ludicrous, but you 'd be surprised the number of people wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage whore to suck and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my papa's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. He stated that was generous because he was my manager, my representative, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. But that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else since I had to actually like these men for an hour or two. I had to act more youthful often too, as a little lady possibly eleven or twelve years of ages; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me wanted a lady, just a lady, and knowing that I truly was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine talent 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 males liked me for a little bit, although some of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd wed 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 since I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mainly I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who enjoyed me would not hurt me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty people 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 daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door maybe.

I could close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me really was my daddy. I might talk with him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel developed and special and enjoyed. And somewhere, somehow along that trip, I 'd started to believe it. I 'd go home and see my genuine father and almost forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 prior to. I was falling in love, in full-grown love, and I couldn't assist it. It was configured into me, growing up not as his child however as his partner. We 'd done everything but consummate our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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