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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 money, mostly due to the fact that I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of good sense. Then, if I had the common sense I would not have actually 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 girls do. I had not been a little woman in a long time. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing because he could actually charge more, particularly if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it.

I 'd been doing it for practically 2 months currently, and I 'd lost track of the number of people I 'd made love with. I didn't need to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of money too. Way excessive 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 deserved an extra 200, which I believed was outrageous, however you 'd marvel the number of guys desired exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real offer, an underage whore to fuck and draw . These were all older people too, like my dad's age, or regularly even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a lot of cash to invest and it was the ideas that truly flushed my bank account. Deke offered me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous since he was my manager, my agent, my security guy, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. He did all the work if you listened to him inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. But that wasn't real. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these guys for an hour or more. I had to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little woman maybe eleven or twelve years of ages; however never ever older. None of the men spending for me desired a lady, just a girl, and understanding that I actually was simply fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I think I had a genuine skill for it. I had a skill for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

The guys liked me for a little bit, although some of them enjoyed me for real 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 because I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, primarily I felt a little safer that way. Like a guy who liked me would not injure me, you understand? I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, many of them wanting 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 girl next door possibly.

I might close my eyes and picture the man who was making love to me actually was my papa. I could talk with him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel unique and full-grown and enjoyed. And someplace, in some way along that flight, I 'd started to think it. I 'd go house and see my real papa and practically forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or more before. I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his child but as his better half. We 'd done everything but skilled our relationship, I believed, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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