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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, primarily because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt 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 ridiculous things that little ladies do.
I hadn't been a little lady in a long time.
I only worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyway, because I had to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. However Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing since he could actually charge more, especially if the man I was opting for chosen me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it. I was always afraid someone would see me entering a odd automobile, a different weird car each time, and wonder what was going on.
Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I believed was absurd, but you 'd be surprised how numerous guys wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage whore to draw and fuck . These were all older men too, like my papa's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a great deal of money to spend and it was the tips that actually flushed my checking account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my agent, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the stuff I need to work, like prophylactics 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. That wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else because I had to actually like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act younger often too, as a little woman perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men paying for me wanted a woman, simply a girl, and understanding that I really was simply 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 stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.
The males loved 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 short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonesome due to the fact that I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little safer that way. Like a guy who loved me would not harm me, you know? I loved my papa. That had actually altered too and I do not know if something had to do with the other exactly, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, the majority 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 perhaps. A lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at initially, but then it didn't and I started liking it.
I might close my eyes and picture the guy who was making love to me actually was my father. I could talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel special and developed and enjoyed. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it.
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