Personal number.

“It’s my personal number,” you reply.

“I’ll just send you a message so you have my info so you don’t think it’s a scam call in the future. She takes her phone off the counter of her station and types away as the elevator rumbles.

Your butt vibrates. Your breath catches. Oh right, you tucked your phone there as a joke. You turn and smile. “Forgot I put it there.” You jerk your head down and she spots it between your cheeks.

“Oh? Mind if I send you a few more? Just want to give you more info?” She bites her lip lightly and looks at you wide-eyed.

“Sure, that’s what it’s for, ohh…” you get a little weak-kneed.

Sherrie must be sending you one word messages as your phone begins to vibrate constantly. Your butt vibrates along with it. You look back at her. She looks up. “Should I stop?”