Get that Money, Bitch

"Kaori Amano, a 20-year-old influencer, has recently been spotted out with her new beau...." Her brown eyes squinted at the screen as she leaned in closer to look at her phone while simultaneously bringing it up to her face, reading the article out loud. 

As she did so, she kicked back in her computer chair, reclining slightly while it slid back to allow her to put her feet up onto her L-shaped mahogany computer desk; the faux fur of her black boetis boots gently blowing in the breeze from her ceiling fan. As her eyes scanned the article full of filler words, she finally found the answer near the end of the page. 

She nearly choked on immediate laughter when she saw it; "Nick Flora!?" Her feet immediately slid off her desk, slamming to the floor with a hard thud while Kaori clutched her stomach in laughter, leaning into a near fetal position, while the giggles began to twist into her side. 

It was only 9 am and she had just gotten herself ready, topped off with a cup of coffee, to begin her long day of streaming. She was gifted the latest video game that was about to release in a few weeks by the company itself. 

However, before she could even think about playing, she still needed to open her numerous applications yet to prepare her dual screens. Though, before she was able to finish her setup, she had gotten that text from her best friend about the article that The Daily Timetable released; one of the more well-known sources for everything celebrity. 

Kaori wiped her eyes clear of the water her laughter had produced before asking her phone to call her best friend, Mina. 

Ring.... 

Ring.... 

"Hello?" Mina's friendly, though sassy tone answered as if she were waiting for Kaori's call. Her voice was entering both of the influencer's ears simultaneously as she inserted her pods. 

"Hey Mina!" She greeted back while making sure her long, fine black hair was perfect through the mirror she had directly between both of her screens; almost resembling a wig. "Where did they even get this kind of story? Let alone post it without any proof." She picked a seed from her teeth from the everything bagel she just ate, "I wish I had a beau; the rose is getting a bit old." 

Mina snorted, "ha! I thought you'd enjoy it. Ridiculous how they can't back off your ass, though." Kaori heard the faint click of a lighter. 

"Smoking again? I thought you quit? You're too pretty to fall victim to such a terrible habit." Kaori complained. Mina already had a cancer scare and had since promised to stop her dangerous habit. 

Mina exhaled loudly, making no attempt to hide it. "Nope, if I'm going to die, I might as well live while I do it." 

"Well," Kaori didn't feel like arguing with Mina, "I have to get going." She adjusted her black cat ear headband, made sure her painted whiskers were perfect, and the zipper was down a bit on her cropped biker's jacket in order to show enough cleavage, but not enough to earn a ban; not like she would get one though. She was only the #1 influencer in the entire world. 

"Get that money, bitch!" Mina cheered, giggling as the call ended. 

With a smile on her face, pumped and ready to go, she clicked a few times to set up the game. She was lucky that she received a copy early, but that's the perks of being the best at being cute and kicking virtual ass in shooters. 

Once she got to the main screen of her game, she quickly switched to her second monitor that had her stream setup waiting; only a single click away from being live, and the anxiety of it all never fails to stop creeping up. 

Kaori took a deep breath, brushing the wrinkles out of her pleated, hot-pink skirt that could expose her with the wrong, yet slightest movement, before clicking the Go Live button on her program. 

Her red lips curled up, revealing a beautiful set of teeth as she smiled at her camera, her eyes sparkling in the ring light she had setup next to her. She then moved the microphone closer to her mouth as she finally greeted everyone. "Hello my babyloves! It's Kay-Or-E! Just as I told you on yesterday's stream, I was one of the ones chosen to get exclusive access to the new Days of Glory game that's about to drop in less than a month!" It only took her a few seconds to have half a million people joining to watch her; Each having a different version of content they wanted to see, and most getting what they wanted just by looking at their screens. As she moved her mouse around on her own screen, she scooted her seat closer to her desk, her breasts giggling right in front of the camera. 

Once she settled herself in, she went through her typical intro, while also letting them know that when she got hungry, she would then take everyone with her while she went out for a bite to eat. 

After only 20 minutes, she had 1 million viewers, and despite some comments flooding her feed with hate, calling her all sorts of unique names, she also watched as the notifications of received donations skyrocketed even more. Her pockets were too deep to care about being called a dirty whore. She took a sip of her coffee to hide her smugness, "shall we begin?" 

Her eyes tracked the screen as she moved the mouse through muscle memory, clicking through the menu to make it to the multiplayer screen where some of the developers were essentially begging her to join their party. Of course, Kaori joined with the grin of success plastered across her face. 

She didn't need to pay a penny to get such access, in fact, they had to pay her a quarter of a million dollars to get her to even consider playing it; the profits outweighed the cost, and each party had no quarrels with the business at all. 

As the developers manually leveled Kaori in order to unlock all features of the online shooter, they walked her through the many features their game included; such as customization that was so deep, she was even able to choose how her bullets looked. 

Despite originally feeling a bit reluctant to try it, she was a huge sucker for customization, so she was starting to open up to it, and it began to show in her face. 

The developers' voices, as they continued to talk, suddenly squeaked; they had gotten excited. 

Kaori could only imagine why as she watched her chat repeat with the same message. "I'm ordering this now!"