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Bad Influence(r), Chapter Five: Twitter Poll

Chapter Five: Twitter Poll

The first campaign began the next morning. VixyViv received a call from Melissa, who prompted her to keep an eye on her phone and her Twitter feed. She’d be receiving notifications prompting her about the new polls and results, as well as messages with instructions. The first poll was very simple.

Breakfast choice?

A: Granola

B: Fruit plate

C: Banana

The poll would run for one hour. During the hour, VixyViv cleaned herself up and applied some of the new makeup she found on her vanity table. When the poll results came in, her followers had overwhelmingly chosen a banana as her breakfast choice.

A message from Melissa, then, instructed her to make a short video of herself eating her banana, but to do it sexy. That’s what the followers would expect. Vivianne squirmed a bit, but guessed it wasn’t so bad. It was silly, but that’s what her fans wanted. She positioned her phone on its stand and made a sexy show of eating a banana, licking the tip and winking before inserting a few inches into her mouth, miming a blowjob.

It was ridiculous, but a small price to pay for stardom. She uploaded the video to Twitter and was rewarded with likes, comments and retweets. Her follower count increased as iFem’s own accounts and staff spread the silly video. Behind the scenes, her manager shared and promoted the little video on other channels, gaining VixyViv even more followers.

The next poll included one of her promotions for a sponsor. This one was a little sexier. She had to lay out three sets of slinky underwear from a brand called Foxy, and the followers determined which set she would wear that day. The poll ran for an hour, at the end of which she dressed in their choice, a pink pair of lacy panties with a matching push-up bra. Melissa instructed her to take a mirror selfie, which she uploaded, and the image garnered more likes, follows, retweets and shares. It was easy, she decided, and just like taking a bikini selfie. The way the bra pushed her tits up made her feel slightly slutty and a little wet.

The poll that came next asked her followers to choose her outfit from two choices. The first was a miniscule sundress with a plunging neckline. Wearing it with the pushup bra would make her tits bulge from it obscenely. The other outfit comprised a tight red top with short, frilly sleeves that exposed her smooth tummy.

It partnered with a tight red skirt and a pair of glossy heels in the same color. All of these were items from a fashion sponsor called Eye Candy. The followers chose the top and skirt, which VixyViv took a few selfies in, posing on her new balcony with the late morning sun washing over the towers of downtown. The image was shared, retweeted, and spread across iFem’s network of accounts.

Just this morning’s interactions had gained VixyViv over 1,000 new followers and the numbers kept ticking up as the campaign worked its way across social media. Melissa sent her an encouraging message, telling her she was beautiful. Followers were complementary and drooling, adding comments, likes, messages and emojis to her photos as they viewed and shared the poll results. Ready for the day, VixyViv checked her calendar.

The events Melissa had scheduled for her to attend over the coming days filled her time nicely. The first one was on the other side of downtown, where she’d be appearing with a couple of “independent film starlets,” who were doing a signing at a new shop. She’d be taking photos with the girls and helping to promote their new movie. VixyViv hummed happily to herself as she made her way to the garage, stoked at the chance to meet some real celebrities.

The shop was called Leather N’ Lace, and it turned out to be an adult novelty store. VixyViv cringed when she pulled into the lot, but she supposed that not everything she’d be doing was A-List material. She bypassed the line of waiting fans and was ushered into the shop by a greasy man with a neckbeard and cheap sunglasses, where she was introduced to the starlets.

The pair of them were busty blondes named Honey Kisses and Lucy Lix, who were the stars of the new independent film, titled, “Sexy Little Liars.” The film premise was that of two slutty girls who seduce men and then lie about being raped. In the end, the aggrieved men get revenge, after clever detective work by a P.I. named Finnious Phallus, and the girls are sold as sex slaves to a sadistic motorcycle gang.

The two bubbly blondes giggled annoyingly as they complimented VixyViv’s clothes, calling attention to her ripe tits and making crude jokes about how they’d like to turn her into a bimbo sandwich for their next film. VixyViv blushed furiously at the thought of being pressed between two naked lesbians and stammered her thanks. Melissa instructed her to take several photos with the girls, ensuring the film’s poster was visible, as well as the numerous copies of the film piled on the signing table.

“There’s a special treat for the fans,” Melissa explained on a short call, “Honey Kisses is going to do the signing with a vibrating dildo in her cunt, and each fan that purchases a copy of the film will get to control the vibrator until the next signature is done. Give Lucy Lix your phone, so she can record a video of you inserting the vibrator into Honey’s cunt.”

“What?” Vivianne balked.

“Oh, come on Vixy. It’s not like you’re putting it in your own cunt.”

VixyViv agreed, reluctantly, hung up and handed her phone to Lucy Lix. Kneeling on the floor, the camera recording, VixyViv watched the porn starlet spread her legs to reveal her aroused, naked pussy. She held the vibrating toy up for the camera, and then Lucy focused on Vixy’s hands pushing the dildo into Honey’s horny cunt, while the girl moaned and played with Vixy’s hair.

“You should give me the first go,” Honey suggested, handing the remote for the toy to Vixy.

Vixy took the device, which had a sheen of the girl’s slut honey on it and pushed one of the buttons as the camera recorded. The girl moaned delightedly as the toy began to pleasure her cunt. Vixy watched the girl writhe in her chair, her head thrown back, and adjusted the control a couple of times. The blonde frigged her clit and then had a loud orgasm, leaking fuck nectar onto her chair.

“Damn,” she said, reaching out for the control, “Thanks! That was a great start.”

Vixy handed the remote back, took her phone, and sent the images and video to Melissa. Soon, they were on their way across the internet, racking up shares and increasing the follower count. Delighted perverts the world over followed the link for the film and purchased their own copies. The two porn stars gained subscribers. Melissa and the studio sponsor were thrilled.

The doors opened and eager fans began to file in, purchasing their own copies, having them signed, and then taking their turn manipulating the vibrator in Honey’s honey hole. Vixy stood by, snapping photos of the signing, taking selfies with the girls and a few of the fans who stopped to pose with their signed copy. Assuming she must be another porn slut, many of them groped her ass under her skirt, but Vixy just flushed and stayed quiet, not wanting to make a scene.

Some of the fans, both men and women, asked her what her stage name was, and where they could watch her fuck. Vixy felt offended, but politely told them that she was not a porn star. Most of them told her she should be and were, frankly, shocked by the fact that she wasn’t.