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I even began taking the money, primarily due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret get in the way of common sense. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her research, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little ladies do. I hadn't been a little girl in a very long time though. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a good thing since he might in fact charge more, particularly if the guy I was going with picked me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it.

I 'd been doing it for nearly two months already, and I 'd lost track of the number of guys I 'd had sex with. I didn't would like to know, however it had to be a lot. I 'd made a lot 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 2. Picking me up at school deserved an extra 200, which I thought was ridiculous, but you 'd marvel how many guys desired exactly that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine deal, an underage slut to suck and fuck . These were all older guys too, like my daddy's age, or regularly even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. They had a great deal of money to spend and it was the tips that actually flushed my savings 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 representative, my security person, 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. 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 actually like these people for an hour or more. I needed to act more youthful in some cases too, as a little girl perhaps eleven or twelve years old; however never ever older. None of the men paying for me wanted a lady, simply a lady, and knowing that I really was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine talent for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyhow, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt actually guilty initially, but that had disappeared when I recognized I wasn't injuring anyone. The men loved me for a little bit, although a few of them enjoyed me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or a minimum of return to their cities and deal 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 truly me they liked, primarily I felt a little safer that way. Like a person who enjoyed me would not harm me, you understand? I loved my daddy. That had actually altered too and I don't know if one thing pertained to the other specifically, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty men or something, most of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wanted to call me by a various name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little woman next door maybe. But a great deal of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me initially, however then it didn't and I started liking it.

I could close my eyes and imagine the guy who was making love to me actually was my daddy. I could talk to him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel unique and full-grown and liked. I was falling in love, in developed love, and I could not help it.

 

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