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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyhow. I even began taking the cash, mostly since I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of sound judgment. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't 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 silly things that little girls do. I had not been a little woman in a long time though. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing because he might actually charge more, particularly if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't truly like it.

I 'd been doing it for practically 2 months currently, and I 'd lost track of how many people I 'd had sex with. I didn't need to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of money too. Method 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 outrageous, however you 'd be surprised how many guys wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an minor whore to suck and fuck . These were all older men too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. They had a lot of cash to spend and it was the pointers that really flushed my bank account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous because he was my supervisor, my representative, my security guy, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like condoms 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. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these people for an hour or 2. I had to act younger in some cases too, as a little lady maybe eleven or twelve years old; however never older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it.

The men enjoyed 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 lonesome due to the fact that I knew it wasn't truly me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who loved me would not hurt me, you know? I was in love with my father. That had actually altered too and I don't know if something had to do with the other specifically, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty people or something, the majority of them desiring 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 girl next door perhaps. But a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that troubled me at first, but then it didn't and I started liking it.

I might close my eyes and think of the man who was making love to me actually was my dad. I might talk with him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel special and developed and loved. And somewhere, somehow along that trip, I 'd started to think 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 grown-up love, and I couldn't help it. It was set into me, maturing not as his child but as his wife. We 'd done everything but practiced our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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