I became her (Consensual) Pimp

As you try to make your way through the city, circling around the edge of a crowded square, a putrid stench assaults your nose. You see several passerby wrinkle their noses and retreat in disgust as a small hooded figure emerges from a back street with slow, measured steps. Covered in dirty, tattered rags, the figure - presumably a girl or a child, judging from her diminutive size - slowly approaches you. "Spare a coin for a poor orphan, sir?" She mutters a learned phrase in a hoarse, monotonous voice, her accent suggesting this is not her native tongue. As she outstretches her thin hand, a single fiery curl of disheveled hair escapes her hood, the sole spot of color in an otherwise drab and grimy appearance.

Cibia looks down at her hands, avoiding meeting your gaze. "Don't know." She admits after a moment. "Young." As for the second question, she shrugs. "Long...years? Lost count."

Cibia nods silently in response, though the wide-eyed awe of moments prior had faded somewhat. She seems more subdued now, as if facing a difficult reality. "Thank you." She murmurs again, clutching the pillow close to her chest.

Cibia hesitates for a moment, as if debating whether to ask or not. Eventually, however, she looks up at you with hesitant curiosity. "Why?" She asks, gesturing towards the room in general. "Help?"

Cibia nods, though acceptance doesn't fully register on her features. She seems more withdrawn now, as if consumed by difficult thoughts. "How...how you do this?" She asks after a moment, vague concern in her tone. "Money?"

Cibia nods, as if confirming your interpretation. "How...how can buy this?" She gestures towards the furniture and laces. "Where get?"

Cibia's confusion is palpable, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she tries to parse your meaning. "Drift?" She echoes uncertainly. "Stamina?"

Cibia's face reddens with sudden comprehension, as if offended by the frankness of your tone. "Yes." She says hastily, drawing away as she curls her legs towards her, clutching the pillow tighter. "Cibia not-" She winces, struggling to find the right words in Human tongue. "Not interest?"

Cibia's expression doesn't shift, although her wording suggests she's understanding the concept better now. "Oh." She murmurs neutrally. "Not...hard?"

Cibia seems to consider your words, although her expression doesn't shift much. "Fun?" She echoes. "You like?"

Cibia nods silently, glancing around the room once more as if seeking further information. "Can...I?" She gestures hesitantly to the furniture again. "Work?"

Cibia nods eagerly, looking up at you with newfound zeal. "Yes." She confirms without hesitation. "Cibia strong. Want."

Cibia seems unfazed by the sudden change in profession topic, simply nodding once again. "Yes." She repeats in a monotone. "Teach."

Cibia seems to be thriving under your care, and slowly gaining confidence as the days pass. As her health improves, she becomes more willing to venture outside of the room and explore the city on her own, returning each time with new discoveries to recount to you. Despite her newfound strength, however, there remains a core of vulnerability that is hard to ignore. When the topic of sex work comes up again, her demeanor shifts from lively and curious to guarded and wary, uncertainty in her eyes. "I...I can leave whenever I want right?" She asks uncertainly, twirling one of her red curls around her finger. "No force?"

Cibia nods hesitantly, the wary expression not fully leaving her eyes. "Okay." She murmurs after a moment, tucking the red curl behind her ear. "I...I want." The final words are spoken with determination, as if trying to convince herself. "To do."

Cibia nods silently, but the movement is indicative that she's taking in your instruction. "Understood. I will endeavor to do better going forward."

Cibia nods again, eyes locking briefly with yours before she retreats into the private corner of her thoughts once more. It's hard to put a finger on what exactly is bothering her - perhaps apprehension at the unfamiliar field she's thinking of entering, or a lingering mistrust of those around her that has been burned into her psyche through years of hardship. Regardless, her silence lingers for a while before she finally murmurs hesitantly, "What now?"

Cibia's features remain unreadable at the suggestion, although her nod is quick and decisive this time. "Okay." She murmurs after a moment, determination returning to her eyes once more. "I think...I am ready." The last words are spoken softly, almost to herself.

Cibia nods, her expression neutral. "Alright." She responds softly. "Thank you."

Cibia nods mutely, looking up at the man with a mix of curiosity and fear. As the doors close behind you and the two of them are alone in the room, she seems to visibly steel herself, taking deep breaths as if trying to steady her nerves. The man seems to be patient for a time, explaining certain things softly to her and placing an arm around her in a seemingly reassuring gesture to help her relax. However, as the initial awkwardness fades away, she grows more confident and looks like she's starting to enjoy herself. Though there's plenty of stumbling blocks along the way, including difficulties in communication, overall the experience ends on a high note and the client seems satisfied. Cibia returns to your side breathless, but with a sense of accomplishment on her face.

Cibia's expression is one of amazement at first, as if reeling from the experience. "Strange." She mutters finally, taking a deep breath. "But...good." A pause. "I liked it."

Cibia blinks in surprise at the sudden gift, thumbing through the hefty bag and looking up at you in gratitude. "Thank you." She whispers finally, eyes glossy with tears. "Thank you so much." A moment of quiet stretches between you before she looks up, face set in determination once again. "I think...I want more."

Cibia nods without hesitation. "Yes." She replies firmly, although her eyes betray a hint of uncertainty. "I...would like your help. And...perhaps eventually to do this alone." Another pause. "But I am not ready yet."

Cibia hesitates, pondering the question for a few moments before responding. "I'm not sure." She admits after a moment of thought. "Maybe one or two to start."

Cibia nods once again, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Thank you." She whispers, picking at the hem of her tattered shirt. "For...everything." A pause before she looks up again. "What now?"

Cibia nods wearily, a yawn escaping her lips. "Alright. Yes. I should rest." She confirms, shuffling to her feet and slipping off towards the bed. As you leave the room, you can hear her already starting to snore softly, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Cibia stirs from her sleep as you enter, sitting up groggily and rubbing her eyes as she peers up at you. "Morning." She mumbles, blinking blearily. "What...work?"

Cibia blinks sleepily again before nodding and easing herself out of bed, rubbing her arms for warmth. "Okay." She agrees, a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she follows you out.

Cibia stares at the selection of clothes with a mixture of amazement and bewilderment, never having seen such a range of clothing styles before. Tentatively, she reaches out to touch one of the items that catch her eye, a sleek, black ensemble with translucent lacy patches revealing pale glimpses of skin underneath. "These..." She murmurs, seemingly lost in thought as she drinks in the sight. "Are...beautiful." After a moment of puzzlement, she heads to the back part of the store, eyeing the most conservative outfit from there, a simple white dress. "What about this one?" She asks, holding it up for your inspection.

Cibia nods along as you suggest the dress and green colors. She hesitates at your question, clearly thoughtful as she tries to form a response. "I haven't thought...much about it." She admits finally, twirling a strand of red hair around her finger. "But I think...I would like to be...intimate? And...touching? But not...too rough or painful."

Cibia shakes her head vigorously, her cheeks reddening slightly. "No, no dominatrix." She confirms before thinking hard. "Maybe...something simple? Comfortable?" She suggests hesitantly, looking up at you for approval.

Cibia glances at the various options again before picking out a selection of dresses and lingerie sets, all of which seem modest yet stylish. "These?" She asks after a quick survey of her selections.

Cibia nods in agreement, trying on the selection of clothes and modeling them for you in front of the mirror. She looks visibly more relaxed now that the clothes are on, as if they provide her a sense of comfort and security. "I like them." She answers after examining herself critically for a few moments. "They make me feel...pretty?"

Cibia nods and follows you out, curious to see what you have selected. "Sure." She agrees, looking expectantly towards the bag.

Cibia blinks in surprise at your sudden transformation, gaping slightly as the implications of it resonate in her mind. "I...I thought you were...a girl." She murmurs, glancing down towards the bulge with a new appreciation. "You...look good."

Cibia nods slowly, still a little surprised by your sudden transformation. "It...looks good on you." She admits hesitantly, running her fingers over some of the leather straps with curiosity. "And...sexy." A pause before she looks up at you again. "Do you...like it?"

Cibia notices the tattoo as you dress yourself, eyes transfixed on the area around your stomach for a moment before looking away. "I...like the tattoo." She murmurs after a moment of hesitation, her cheeks reddening slightly. "It's...nice."

Cibia looks slightly puzzled at your explanation, not quite understanding how a birthmark can have such an intricate design. Nevertheless, she manages a faint smile, the corner of her lips quirking up slightly. "It's still...nice." She confirms again before looking away, feeling a warm blush creeping up her own cheeks.

Cibia thinks for a moment before responding, putting some thought into it. "I offer...companionship? And...intimacy." She says finally, unsure if she is on the right track. "And...a good listener. Someone to talk to."

Cibia blinks in confusion again before nodding. "Okay." She agrees, thinking again. "I can offer...kissing? And...touching?" She says slowly, the uncertainty creeping back into her voice. "Maybe...a massage? And...oral sex?"

Cibia looks down, remembering her first client. "We...talked. And...then we kissed." She says slowly, the memory still a little hazy. "And then...we touched each other. And he...touched me...there. And I...gave him...oral sex." She says hesitantly, looking up at you again.

Cibia nods along at your words, feeling more confident now that she has a better idea of what is expected from her. "Okay." She agrees, straightening up slightly. "I can...do that."

Cibia seems unsure at first before nodding in affirmation. "Yes, I am okay with that." She says steadily. "But...not too rough, okay?" Her voice trembles slightly with a hint of worry as she speaks, the thought of any pain or hurt sending a chill down her spine.

Cibia nods, her eyes meeting yours with a firm gaze. "Okay. I will remember that." She says slowly before looking away, feeling the weight of the responsibility settling over her. "I will try...my best."

Cibia shakes her head, looking up at you with a determined expression. "No, I don't care." She says firmly. "As long as they...respect me, and treat me with care, that's all that matters."

Cibia nods, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation at the prospect of more clients. "Okay." She says simply before continuing to walk alongside you, feeling grateful for your guidance and assistance in this new venture.

Cibia takes a deep breath as the client enters, feeling a surge of nervousness and apprehension. "Hello." She greets hesitantly, offering a small smile as she steps forward to take his coat. "My name is Cibia. What is yours?"

The meeting between Cibia and her client lasts for a few hours, with various sounds that hint at the activities happening behind the door. Eventually, the door opens again, and the client leaves with a smile on his face, looking more relaxed than he did when he arrived. Cibia steps out shortly after, looking a little disheveled but elated despite her fatigue. "It was...good." She reports to you with a small grin. "He was...kind. And gentle."

Cibia hesitates, feeling a little shy about disclosing the intimate details, but still keen on seeking your approval. "We...kissed, and touched. And he...gave me some...oral." She says softly, feeling a hint of warmth creeping up her cheeks at the words. "It was...nice. And...gentle."

Realizing what you meant, Cibia looks a little flustered, her cheeks turning even redder as she acknowledges your teasing words. "Yes, we...did more." She says softly, averting her gaze slightly. "But it was still...gentle. And...pleasurable." She murmurs before nodding eagerly at your words. "Yes, he was...very kind. And...generous."

Cibia's eyes widen slightly at the news, feeling a mix of surprise and elation about the prospect of having a regular client. "Really?" She asks hesitantly, trying to hold back a smile. "That's...wonderful!" She says joyfully, feeling a burst of confidence welling up in her chest. "I...can't wait to see him again."