Vivian woke up the next morning, and immediately noticed the cool air on her naked breasts. It wasn't usual for her to fall asleep with absolutely nothing covering them. She reflexively wanted cover them with her arms, but stopped herself, remembering Abigail's warning. If she managed to touch her nipples to anything, her nipples would instantly get stuck to it.
She carefully pulled the blankets down the rest of the way and sat up. As soon as she saw the dark, mahogany mirror still mounted on her wall, she knew that none of last night's strange events had been a dream. She got up and hesitantly approached the mirror. Taking care to keep her pointy nipples well away from the glass, she grabbed the edges of the frame and tried to move it. It was still solidly mounted to her wall, and wouldn't even budge.
As she did this, she caught a glimpse of her topless reflection in the mirror, and was instantly captivated. She was so beautiful she could barely look away! She let her hands fall away from the frame and looked at herself for a moment. As she admired her envious figure, her eyes fell to her enormous breasts and large, pink nipples. A sudden, almost invasive temptation came to lean forward and let her nipples touch the mirror once again. She recalled the unnerving but highly pleasurable feeling of her soft nipples inexplicably clinging to the glass, resisting her every attempt to pull them free... and how even when she pulled so hard it should have caused her excruciating pain, all she felt was immense pleasure. She felt wetness already starting to build up down below, just recalling the experience.
"Go ahead, Vivian. Do it," the voice of Abigail taunted her.
"No way!" she shouted, defiantly, and forced herself to walk away. Deep down, she felt ashamed for being so tempted.
She saw her bra where she had left it, still hanging over the side of her armchair, and instinctively reached for it.
"Don't even think about it!" the voice commanded. "New rule: whenever you are home by yourself, this is all you will wear. You will leave your breasts out and fully exposed at all times."
"Oh, screw off! How DARE you tell me what I can and can't wear in my own home?"
She reached for her bra again, but instead, her hand turned back toward her and grabbed her right nipple. As if with a mind of its own, her hand pinched the nipple hard and began twisting.
"Ow, ow, OWWWW!" she yelled! That strange immunity to pain was now fully gone, and it had hurt every bit as much as such a twisting that hard should have.
"I said NO! Now behave yourself, or I'll punish you again."
"Fine! Fine! I'm sorry! Geez!"
Her hand finally started obeying her again, and released her nipple. Fortunately, her hand came away just fine, and didn't stick. Maybe her own hands didn't count. She just stood there in her underwear, feeling awkward.
"What do you even want me to do like this, anyway?"
"Whatever you want. I'm curious to see how you live, so go do whatever it is you'd normally do. Just topless."
"Seriously? Whatever. Fine."
Vivian sat down at her desk and switched on her laptop. She opened up her Instagram account and looked at her followers. She had gained three overnight, which was good news! She was almost at a thousand! She had received several comments, and began scrolling through them.
"Ooo, nice photographs of yourself! Is this how people like you dress these days? I think I'm going to like it here!"
"No, not usually. A lot of my shots are lingerie or bathing suits, not the kind of thing you just wear around town. See, here I'm wearing something a little closer to normal clothing. I mean, it's high fashion, and it's still sexy as hell, but it's the bikini shots that usually bring in the most followers."
"I see. So, how does this work? You put your pretty photographs on this machine of yours. And these followers of yours... they have machines like this of their own, and they can see what you publish?"
"Pretty much."
"And they pay you to take the photographs?"
"Well, no, not directly. They aren't the ones who pay me. I get a couple hundred dollars a month from my Patreon account, but that's not where the real money is going to be coming from. See, once I get enough Instagram followers, advertisers will pay me to mention their products or services on my page. And because I'm so popular, my followers will give my clients more business. It's called being an 'influencer' and some of them make serious money doing it!"
"WHAT? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! And how much money are you making from that right now?"
"Well... nothing yet. I mean, I'm still getting noticed. I just need to get my name out there."
"Maybe you could pay an influencer to mention you. You know... someone more famous than you," she said, mockingly.
"Hey! Why don't you leave the twenty-first century stuff to me, okay? I know what I'm doing!"
"Clearly. How much is two-hundred dollars these days, anyway? Is that a lot?"
"Well, no, not really."
"And how much is a thousand dollars? You know, what you paid for me?"
Vivian swallowed, not liking this line of questioning, but decided not to lie. "It's almost a month's rent."
"Let me make sure I understand this correctly. You just spent a month's rent on a mirror, when you can't even afford your rent in the first place?"
"LOOK! It's called startup costs, okay? I'm going to earn that money back, and then some! And I have enough savings to live on for a little while."
"Whatever, I didn't possess your body so I can give you financial advice. But don't worry, I know a few ways a girl as pretty as you can make all the money she wants."
"GROSS! I AM NOT GOING TO PROSTITUTE MYSELF!"
"Why not? It's fun! And it's more honest work than... that other thing you want to do. Don't worry, I'll show you what to do!"
"Uh, one: I don't need to catch any diseases!"
"Oh, and I suppose you're as clean as a virgin right now!"
"As a matter of fact, I am!"
"Then why did you shave off your pubic hair?"
"What? What does that have to do with anything?"
