Hanna Marin felt guilty. She told herself she shouldn't. That she was just a pawn in all of this. That She had done exactly as she was told to by her pimp, given Aria the bate and her friend had taken it. Was it really her fault her friend was now metaphorically being devoured? Yes. No matter what she told herself she felt like the answer to that question was yes, because Aria was one of her best friends and the least she could have done was tell her exactly what she was walking into.
Despite knowing she was guilty as sin Hanna still felt things would workout for the best. After all if someone had warned her exactly what she was signing up for she probably wouldn't have ever become a teenaged whore, and if that never happened she might have never become the shameless slut she was always meant to be. Like tonight for example, Hanna was worried about her friend and their friendship, and instead of damaging her mind and her body with alcohol or drugs she simply used it for its intended purpose. Or more accurately called someone to come over and use it for its intended purpose, that person dropping everything and immediately coming round to help her out. As usual.
"Hey." Caleb said with a smile.
"Hey." Hanna purred, giving him a flirtatious smile and leaning against the door before moving aside to let him in.
"Your Mom in?" Caleb asked as Hanna closed the door behind him.
"Na, she's out-of-town. Didn't say why." Hanna shrugged, before grinning, "Why? Were you hoping to fuck her too?"
Caleb smiled, gently reached out and pulled her to him, "You're always more than enough for me Han."
"Awwwww, you always say the sweetest things." Hanna beamed as she leaned in to kiss him.
She didn't particularly like the patch of fur he called facial hair which he had grown recently, and she missed running her fingers through his once long hair, but it was still the lips and tongue she remembered back when they were a more traditional couple. Not that they were together in that way now, their relationship more like friends with benefits than anything else, but they maintained the illusion of being together for the benefit of Hanna's friends/hiding their secret jobs. And with passionate kisses like this it was surprised that this was one lie they were pulling off extremely well.
Not that the kiss lasted that long this time around, Hanna naturally being the one to break it and suggest, "Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?"
"I'm up for it." Caleb grinned, unable to resist the pun as he proved it by momentarily pressing himself against her before letting go and allowing to turn around and slowly ascend the stairs.
Knowing Caleb was a 'butt guy' Hanna made sure to put plenty of wiggle into every step, the blonde grinning wickedly as her ex-boyfriend quickly positioned himself so that his face was eyelevel with her wiggling backside as they ascended the stairs together. Once they reached the top Hanna automatically move towards her room, then stop to think for a minute. She then grinned wickedly and practically skipped into her Mom's room.
"Hoping to get in trouble I see?" Caleb laughed as he followed her.
"Uh-huh." Hanna said, jumping onto the bed on all fours and then wiggling her ass at her ex while in a little girl voice confessing, "I just love giving my Mommy an excuse to spank my naughty ass. Mmmmmmm, teach me a lesson for being so bad... would you like to do that Caleb? Would you like to teach me a lesson for being so bad? For costing you money? For calling you whenever I'm in the mood for a man?"
Caleb grinned, "Why would I punish you for that?"
"Good point." Hanna conceded, flipping over onto her back and smiling deviously, "But enough talking, strip for me."
There was a couple of seconds pause, then Caleb slowly reached down and pulled off his shirt, revealing his abs. He then let Hanna admire them for a few seconds, then quickly kicked off his shoes and socks, before undoing his flying and releasing the 'beast'. He was still new to this kind of thing, or at least newer than Hanna, and wasn't entirely confident he could make something like removing clothing sexy. It worked for Hanna, his ex-girlfriend staring at him lustfully the whole time, especially when his pants and underwear fell around his ankles, but she was a self-proclaimed slut who was clearly aching for what he had to offer. A lot of the clients weren't so encouraging.