Spam

The few days passed without much incident as Jasper had concluded his preliminary research and security had been doubled in the compound so that his research could continue without incident. Something about outliers in data being bad for research.

It wasn't until about a week from that last test that your phone started to get texts from random numbers.

"Whats up whitegirl?"

"Hows that pussy?"

Along with many other texts of similar content, which you proceeded to block and continue on your day. Until one morning after Jasper had already gone to the lab when your phone kept dinging with images.

So many cocks that seemed to never end as your phone continued to ding spamming your messages. Your number must've been leaked to one of those sights that share personal information unfortunately. But then one message came through that made you realize the core culprit of this.

"Get that tattoo yet bitch?"