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It ends up I liked being an escort, a lot more than I thought I would anyhow. I even started taking the money, mostly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. Then, if I had the common sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little women do. I hadn't been a little woman in a long time. I only worked 3 or four nights a week anyway, since I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and ten o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing due to the fact that he could really charge more, especially if the man I was going with selected me up at school. That privilege ended up being worth a number of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't actually like it. I was always afraid someone would see me getting into a unusual automobile, a various strange vehicle each 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 made love with. I didn't need to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money too. Method 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 deserved an extra 200, which I believed was absurd, however you 'd marvel the number of men wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage whore to suck and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my father's age, or regularly even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a lot of money to invest and it was the pointers that really flushed my checking account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous because he was my supervisor, my agent, my security person, my advertising and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothes and the stuff I need to work, like condoms 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. But that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to actually like these people for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little lady possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. None of the men spending for me desired a woman, simply a lady, and understanding that I really was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think 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 better I got.

Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt really guilty at first, but that had gone away when I understood I wasn't injuring anyone. The men liked me for a bit, although a few of them liked me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or at least come back to their cities and live with them. But 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 more secure that way. Like a person who liked me wouldn't harm me, you know? 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 possibly.

I could close my eyes and picture the guy who was making love to me actually was my father. I might talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel unique and developed and enjoyed. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it.

 

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