Yes.

"Hello?" Her voice was little more than a croak, and she took another sip of her drink. "Hello? Anyone there?"

There was only the sound of some heavy breathing. Probably some weirdo who managed to get hold of her phone number. Maisie made a mental note to get a new number when her head stopped banging like a greenhouse door in a hurri-

"You looked gorgeous last night, pretty girl."

What the fuck? The only people she'd be out with were saved in her phone.

"Who is this? Kit, is that you?"

"I'm surprised you don't know. You had my cum all over your slut face most of the night."

Maisie jabbed her finger at the red button, and dropped her phone. What the fuck was that? She'd had phone calls from people who'd found her number before, but it was always tame stuff like "oh hi I hope we can be friends" or "can you wish my friend happy birthday". This was something new and distinctly terrifying.

Her phone screen lit up with a new text message. Her hands shaking, she reached down for it. The number was the same. Maisie clicked open her phone and looked at the message. Oh god, it was a picture. Of her. Oh, Christ.

That was definitely her. She couldn't quite tell, but it looked like she was topless too. Her eyes were wide and it looked like she was, quite frankly, high as a fucking kite.

Her phone buzzed with another message.

Assuming you don't want anyone else to see this, you'll do as I say.

Great. One night out and now she's being blackmailed.