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It turns out I liked being an escort, a lot more than I thought I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, mainly since I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. However 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 girls do. I hadn't been a little lady in a long time. I just worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyhow, 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 because he might actually charge more, particularly if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That advantage ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it. I was constantly afraid somebody would see me getting into a weird cars and truck, a various odd car whenever, and question what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for almost two months already, and I 'd misplaced how many guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't need to know, but it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot 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 two. Selecting me up at school deserved an additional 200, which I believed was outrageous, but you 'd marvel the number of men desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage slut to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a lot of money to spend and it was the pointers that actually flushed my checking account. Deke gave me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I require 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 because I needed to in fact like these people for an hour or two. I needed to act younger sometimes too, as a little woman maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men spending for me wanted a lady, just a woman, and knowing that I actually 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 skill for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

Mary Magdalene had been a whore. That's where I took my convenience and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt really guilty in the beginning, however that had gone away when I understood I wasn't injuring anyone. The men enjoyed me for a bit, although some of them enjoyed me for real and asked me if I 'd marry them, or a minimum of come back to their cities and cope with them. They were in love with who I pretended to be for that brief 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 much safer that method. Like a guy who enjoyed me would not injure me, you know? I 'd had sex with like fifty guys or something, many of them desiring 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 woman next door possibly.

I might close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me actually was my father. I might speak to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel full-grown and special and enjoyed. And somewhere, in some way along that trip, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go house and see my real daddy and almost forget that it hadn't been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it. It was set into me, maturing not as his daughter but as his other half. We 'd done whatever however skilled our relationship, I thought, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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