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I click on the link. Huh. It’s a website that sells followers. I didn’t even know that was a thing! The website looks a bit shady, and the information is pretty vague on how it works. It’s kind of pricey, but I stay there anyway and read through the different options several times. Itdoesseem a bit disingenuous, but it would be a means to an end. My goal is to get more followers than Tanner, and this is most likely the quickest way to achieve that.
Should I do it? Maybe just to get the ball rolling. I add the option to gain a thousand followers to the cart and go and grab my card. I hesitate for a second, but then I imagine the look on Tanner’s face when he sees what I have accomplished. I’ll do the other stuff later, the consistency and engaging with the people who follow me. This is just to get started.
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CHAPTER 5
It’s like someone has waved a magic wand.
When I wake up the next day, I have a thousand new followers. They all have a profile picture and some posts on their feed as far as I can tell, which makes me feel better somehow. Like they’re actual people. I know most of them probably aren’t, but it at least looks like they are. Some evenliked and commented on my most recent post! Pretty generic stuff, but still!
Excitement rushes through me, and I keep checking my profile as I get ready for work. I’m working the early shift today, so things should be pretty slow. I put on makeup, more than I usually would, and I fix my hair into loose curls. It takes forever, but it’s worth it. I take a picture of myself in front of the window to get the best lighting, and then I post it. Some likes instantly come in, and I go to each of the profiles. Most are the bots I bought, but there seem to be actual people as well. Among them is DonnieWylde93. Only moments later, he sends me another DM.
Did you like the picture I sent you, sweetheart?
Sweetheart? Ugh. I scroll up to the shirtless pic he sent a few days ago. I mean, he looks good. If he’d just drop the douchebag expression on his face, he might even be handsome. I don’t know why I answer him, but I do.
No, but you obviously love it. That’s all that matters; believe in yourself!
Three little dots appear almost instantly, indicating that he’s typing back.Got a bit of a mouth on you, huh? I like that. Send me a pic.
There are pics on my profile.
You know what I mean. A pic just for me.
The message is followed by a winky face and a peach emoji. Is he asking for nudes? Hell no! He’s got some nerve asking that of me.Not happening, dude. Gotta go.
Guess I’ll have to make do with what you’ve already posted. You know, you’d get so many more views if you showed off that body of yours. I bet it’s really hot. I could promote it on my page. My followers are really into that sort of thing.
I look down at my chest. Idohave pretty good breasts. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to showthem off a little. Not like porn, but maybe some low-cut tops or something like that. Because Donnie is right. I’d get a hell of a lot more eyes on me if the pictures are of something other than my face. People do it all the time on social media, don’t they? And if he’d be willing to give me a shout-out or something, then it would just work out in my favor.
The idea is actually a little exhilarating. I decide to give it a shot, but first, I need to get to work. Eric won’t be happy if I show up late again.
My mind is barely present as I stock the shelves at work. Every chance I get, I check my profile. I’ve gained some more followers, not a lot, but at least it’s something. Maybe the bots pushed my profile higher in the algorithm or something. Should I buy another thousand maybe? It obviously boosted some organic traffic to my profile. I’ll think about it.
When my shiftis finally over, I head downtown to get something to drink at the coffee shop where Tanner and I had our first date. It kind of hurts when I walk in through the door, but I push those feelings away. He dumped me, and I’m just going to have to get over it.
I order a latte to go and head back outside. I want to take a cute picture of the coffee, and I walk around for almost twenty minutes trying to find the perfect spot. The coffee is almost gone by the time I simply decide to put the cup in the snow, and I toss my mittens beside it. I arrange it so it looks nice and take my shot.
Some coffee to warm me up.
I post and toss the empty cup in a nearby trash can. Donnie has left a comment on the picture, and I roll my eyes as I read it.
You don’t need coffee for that. I can come over and warm you up, sweetheart. Have you thought about what I said before?
Well, he’s got confidence, at least. I have to give him that. I type out a response.
I’ll send you a picture later. But only if you make good on your word about promoting my page.
Of course, sweetheart. My followers are going to love you.
I wonder if he’s just saying that. Well, it can’t hurt to give it a go. If Donnie can get me some new followers, then it’s all good.
It’s getting kind of cold, so I decide to go back home. Halfway back to my apartment building, it starts snowing again, and it’s getting darker by the minute. Two packages are waiting for me outside my door, and I carry them inside with a big smile on my face. Must be the camera I ordered and my new clothes.
I try on every piece as soon as I walk through the door, and I pose in front of my mirror. I look pretty sexy, if I do say so myself. There’s one dress, in particular, that doesgreatthings to my body. It hugs my curves in an amazing way, and the muted pink color is a pretty contrast to the low-cut neckline. Innocent and suggestive all at once. I love it! It would be perfect for the picture I’m going to send to Donnie.
