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It ends up I liked being an escort, far more than I believed I would anyhow. I even began taking the cash, mainly because I was much too practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of good sense. Then, if I had the typical sense I wouldn't have 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 hadn't been a little woman in a very long time though.
I only worked 3 or four nights a week anyway, considering that I needed to be home by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. But Deke didn't mind, he said that was a advantage since he could really charge more, especially if the guy I was choosing chosen me up at school. That benefit turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it. I was constantly afraid somebody would see me entering into a odd vehicle, a various unusual vehicle each time, and question what was going on.
I 'd been doing it for nearly two months already, and I 'd lost track of the number of people I 'd made love with. I didn't want to know, however it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a great deal of cash 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 was worth an extra 200, which I believed was ridiculous, however you 'd be surprised the number of guys wanted exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the real deal, an minor slut to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my dad's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's primarily. He stated that was generous due to the fact that he was my supervisor, my representative, my security person, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothes and the things I need to work, like condoms and lube and scrap like that. It was more like acting than anything else since I had to in fact like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little girl possibly eleven or twelve years old; however never older. I liked acting though and I think I had a real skill for it.
The men liked me for a little bit, although some of them liked me for genuine 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 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, mainly I felt a little much safer that way. Like a man who enjoyed me wouldn't harm me, you understand? I was in love with my dad. That had actually changed too and I do not understand if one thing involved the other specifically, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty people or something, the majority of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. A few of them wished to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little lady next door possibly. However a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, which bothered me at first, but then it didn't and I started liking it.
I could close my eyes and envision the guy who was making love to me actually was my dad. I might talk to him, tell him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel developed and special and loved. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not assist it.
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