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It turns out I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, mostly due to the fact that I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt obstruct of sound judgment. Then, if I had the typical sense I would not 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 women do.
I had not been a little girl in a long time.
Deke didn't mind, he said that was a excellent thing due to the fact that he could in fact charge more, especially if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That advantage turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't actually like it.
Way 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 thought was outrageous, but you 'd be stunned how many men wanted exactly that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage whore to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my papa's age, or more frequently even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. They had a lot of money to spend and it was the suggestions that really flushed my checking account. Deke provided me 30% and kept 70% for himself. He stated that was generous since he was my manager, my agent, my security person, my marketing and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes 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 inform it, and all I did was lay there and get rich. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to actually like these guys for an hour or 2. I had to act younger often too, as a little woman maybe eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real skill for it.
Mary Magdalene had been a slut. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my tutelary saint. I 'd felt actually guilty initially, however that had disappeared when I realized I wasn't injuring anybody. The men loved me for a 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 cope with them. However they loved 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 knew it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a person who loved me wouldn't injure 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 might close my eyes and imagine the man who was making love to me actually was my papa. I might talk to him, tell him I loved him, how he made me feel special and developed and enjoyed. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd started to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real daddy and almost forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or 2 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 daughter however as his other half. We 'd done whatever but consummate our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?
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