MISTER WHY?

Chapter 6

Hannah finished cleaning and was making herself a cup of tea when she heard Alistair leave his bedroom so she quickly finished her drink and went back to cleaning the Apartment. She felt someone approach her from behind which startled her and made her quickly turn around to see Alistair standing there hung over his well-toned muscles with hints of a light fake tan, which made him look more toned and Hannah had to quickly lower her gaze before he caught her staring which is when she noticed his Spongebob square pants boxers. Hannah couldn't help but giggle a little. "What is so funny?" He asked in a half sleepy and somewhat irked tone. 

"Sponge bob square pants." She said and giggled again, "They suit you though." She quickly added before turning to leave, 

"I knew you'd find them sexy." He joked, before grabbing her by the arm and turning her around, Hannah stopped laughing and began to tell herself, It wouldn't be so bad if he kissed her right now.  "Would you like a photo shoot?" He asked her and she was surprised by this. 

"What's in it for me?" She asked realising this was a business opportunity before anything else.

"All ways business before pleasure with you isn't it?"

"I need the money to get a certain minder off my back for good." She added. "But you don't need to worry about that, that's my thing to deal with." she quickly added realising she might have opened her mouth about that too soon. 

"So that's a yes." He groggily asked again.

"Yes." She said relieved he didn't pay much attention to what she said. "Do you want Breakfast?" She asked. 

"You cook?" he asked surprised for some reason. "Because I was going to cook."

"This is role reversal I wasn't expecting." Hannah sounded even more surprised than he did. "Well you can cook then, unless..."

"I will cook." Alistair walked into the kitchen in his yellow and blue Spongebob square pants boxers and used the Uber eats app on his phone to order breakfast for two, while making himself a coffee. Hannah had noticed but she didn't say anything she just pottered around the house cleaning like it said to do in her job description. The delivery arrived just as Hannah had put the rubbish down the chute. She thanked the delivery man and handed the meal to Alistair who seemed a little annoyed that she had caught him in the act of ordering rather than cooking. He put it on the plates and they both sat at the table and ate. "Last night did you have to do that?" He eventually said,

"Do what?" She asked,

"You never told me you could deal cards." Alistair told her, "Maybe if there is a next time you could give me a warning."

"If you want it that way Mister Alistair." she said quietly. Everything went silent for a moment and then Hannah smiled to lighten the mood, "Do all the boys in your family play poker often?" 

"When we have time." He said, "You know you'll come deal for us when we have the family meet up."

"Oh I can't I have....."

"Your lying to me about something Hannah." 

"Only my minder would notice me gone, and I'll get a good beating for it." She told him. Alistair said nothing and just got up after he had finished his breakfast knowing full well Hannah would tidy the mess up.  She was beginning to think that her idea was a bad one, and that talking Alistair around may not be possible. He seemed detached, which probably meant he was more clever than she had given him credit for. 

That afternoon Alistair called her over to the studio room, "Well my dear are you ready for your modelling debut." He joked As Hannah entered wearing a tight red leather skirt and black see-through blouse, with a black bra underneath. She had done her hair and makeup as Alistair had told her to do it. He slowly looked her over as one might look over a car or a horse as if working out in his brain whether or not he had picked the right one.  It wasn't the first time Hannah had been stared at like that but it all ways made her uncomfortable. He tucked her hair behind her ear and then sat her down on a leather couch. He tried to explain to her how to pose and then just gave up and place her the way he wanted her to pose, his warm body brushing gently against Hannah making her blush slightly. He then unbuttoned her blouse more to reveal more of her cleavage.  He then stood back and admired the view.  "I'll show you what poses to sit in and you just look pretty." He told her as he unbuttoned her see-through blouse.

"Just let me know when you want me to take off the top completely." She joked.  He cleared his throat, "Feeling a little shy." She asked, but didn't get a response. He took a photo and she moved a bit and then he came over and unbuttoned the blouse, all the way and then gave her a riding crop to pose with. "You want naughty?" She asked.

"How naughty are you willing to go?" He flirted with her,

"Only if every time I take an item of clothes off you take an item of clothes off." She smiled seductively and as she spoke she unbuttoned the blouse that she was wearing and then slipped it off and tossed it into the corner. 

Alistair smiled with anticipation. He took a few pictures then took his socks off and Hannah removed her bra. He offered her a hand up "Now we are both topless." he said as he cheekily gave her boob a quick squeeze. Before standing back and taking a few more pictures, where Hannah posed for him in an only fans' way. She then dropped her knickers from under her skirt and then took hold of Alistair by the jeans and pulled him close. She could feel his throbbing cock against her. That is when in her mind she knew she had him, it wouldn't be long before she could ask for money to help herself get free from her minders. "Now your turn." She whispered to him her lips gently brushing against his cheek as she seductively cooed. 

He turned her around and removed his jeans and then pulled her close to him and took a selfie with the camera. He began to kiss her shoulder from behind and he took another selfie of the pair of them before gently putting down the camera on the leather sofa. He then gently persuaded Hannah to bend over the leather sofa as his Sponge Bob square pants boxers dropped to the floor. He grabbed her hip on either side and vigorously entered her, and then slapped Hannah's arse as he fucked her hard and fast from behind with one last thrust he climaxed within her. He took a moment or two to catch his breath before removing his cock and slipping his boxers back on. "You shouldn't make me do that." he muttered to Hannah. as he pulled up his jeans. 

"Did you not want that?" Hannah asked. He didn't reply he just left the room. Hannah decided to put her clothes back on, thinking that perhaps he felt guilty because he had a wife somewhere. She ignored it and put it to the back of her mind as she gathered her clothes and then went to change into what she had been wearing before. She found Alistair making a coffee as she put the washing in the washing machine in the utility room just off the kitchen. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked seeing that his expression had turned from fun-loving to serious and almost angry. 

 "Are you working tonight?" He asked "I can bare the thaught of you with all those men." He continued. "Could you not skip a night."

"I just have to pay of my debt and then I can be all yours." She reassured him.

"What if I gave you the money to pay it off and you come with me to my family home and stay a couple of weeks with me?" 

"Well..."

"You will be working for it." Alistair saw she was a little surprised that he would do that, "And you can spend time in the hunting lodge until you can afford somewhere of your own."

Every part of Hannah knew there was something not right but the thaught of having to deal with opne man instead of the drug dealers seemed to make it a better offer than the one she was dealing with now. "You will have to pay for me and then they will give you my passport." She told him. "That corner where we met at ten tonight." She told him.

"I pay him and then you will stop with me." He said with a smile. Hannah didn't reply she only knew dealing with him might be better than what she had to live with now.