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It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyway. I even began taking the money, primarily because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't have actually been an escort either. I would have been just 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 period of time though.
Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a great thing because he could actually charge more, especially if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That privilege turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it.
Method too much for a ninth grader to invest, even after Deke took his cut. Selecting me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I believed was ludicrous, but you 'd be shocked how lots of guys desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an underage whore to fuck and suck . These were all older men too, like my daddy's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He said that was generous since he was my supervisor, my representative, my security guy, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. However that wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else considering that I had to actually like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act more youthful often too, as a little woman possibly eleven or twelve years old; but never older. None of the men paying for me desired a female, just a lady, and knowing that I truly 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 things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.
The men liked 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 lonely due to the fact that I understood it wasn't actually me they liked, mostly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a man who enjoyed me would not injure me, you know? I loved my papa. That had altered too and I don't know if something involved the other specifically, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty guys or something, most of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wanted to call me by a different name, their child's name, or a niece or the little lady next door maybe. However a great deal of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, which bothered me at first, however then it didn't and I started liking it.
I could close my eyes and picture the male who was making love to me actually was my daddy. I could talk to him, inform him I loved him, how he made me feel grown-up and special and liked. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it.
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