Hannah Wilkes Sky

Hannah Wilkes Sky

Hannah Wilkes worked for Sky Sports. She was involved in lots of broadcasts. This ranged from American Football to Netball Superleague. She was super cute, sexy and funny. She did her best to get involved in things and would sometimes interview players and coaches or help with questions and emails from fans. She found the job fun and interesting no matter what sport she was covering. Some of the more up themselves anchors and presenters on the network had a little bit of resentment towards her though because she was young attractive and they felt, not as knowledgeable as they were about sports. It was something that annoyed them. It was not really anything that anyone else would have even noticed, but some of them were a bit resentful of her and wanted to teach her a lesson.

On the network they began to tease her about certain things, poking fun of her perceived lack of knowledge. They decided to prove to everyone that she did not know her stuff by challenging her to a quiz challenge. If she was able to get six out of ten correct, she would get to mess any of her colleagues that she chose, but if she failed to get six or more correct, she would be the one getting covered in mess by her colleagues. They pressured her into it, though she was not overly confident. She did have a good knowledge of sports, but they would stack the deck against her, choosing very difficult and obscure topics that even ardent fans and some experts would genuinely struggle to answer.  She did not realise that she was being set up. She wore a pair of smart grey dress trousers and a pink blouse.

Hannah wore some black slacks and a pink patterned blouse looking very professional. One of the other presenters started the segment explaining to the audience what would be occurring. “Hannah is one of our newer and younger colleagues. Today we will be testing her knowledge of sports. Will she how much she really knows. There will be ten questions that we will ask. If she is able to answer the majority of them correctly, she will get to select a colleague of her choice who she will then get to cover in the sloppy mess that we have prepared. However, if she gets less than six correct answers, she will be the one who ends up covered in mess. That is a lot of pressure. Hannah, are you up for this?” She was shown biting her nails and looking very nervous. “Well, I guess that I will have to be. I don’t think that I have much of a choice to be honest with you. I will do my best, but I have a funny feeling that I may be in deep trouble here,” she responded.

When she heard the first question, her face just dropped. It was an incredibly difficult question. She knew that she had been set up and that it would be nearly impossible for her to get enough of these questions correct to avoid the mess. Her colleagues just looked at her and smugly smirked, knowing that she had almost no chance to win. Much to their surprise, she managed to actually get two out of the first five questions correct, but things quickly changed and she could not get the rest of the questions correct. Many of them were about things that happened in the 1950’s and earlier. They were very obscure bits of trivia that almost no one would know or care about. She looked more and more nervous, as she came to grips with what the inevitable outcome was going to be for her. Everyone there cheered each time she answered a question incorrectly. She began to realise that she was really in for it. She ended up only getting two out of ten questions correctly. This was a lot better than anyone had realistically expected her to do. She began to blush and looked more and more nervous as the situation became clearer to her.

“Well, I think that we know what the outcome of that game was don’t we?,” the presenter said,” You didn’t do very well did you Hannah?,” She shook her head and gave an annoyed look,” No, no I didn’t,” she responded somewhat sarcastically. “Unfortunately, you did not get enough questions correct, so you know what that means.” “Oh no. Please,” she pleaded. “Well, a bet is a bet. You lost fair and square. Come with me.” She giggled and resisted as the presenter pulled her by the hand and led her to a kiddie pool that was set up in the studio. “Please have a seat Hannah. Make yourself more comfortable.” She knelt down, shaking her head,” You absolute bastards,” she exclaimed,” I cannot believe this.”

The rest of her colleagues got into position. Each one of them took two squeeze containers, one in each hand. In the bottles were everything from ketchup, mustard, relish and barbecue sauce to chocolate syrup, toffee sauce and strawberry jam. There were even a few tubes of toothpaste included. Hannah’s mouth was agape when she realised what they all had planned for her. She could not believe her eyes. They all looked very pleased with themselves as well. They looked like a pack of cackling jackals stocking their pray. They each had an evil smirk on their face, licking their chops at the opportunity to do this to her. People whom she considered close friends were involved as well and seemed to be enjoying this as much as anyone. She crossed her legs, closed her eyes and lowered her chin awaiting what was above to be dished out upon her.

They did not even bother to countdown. They just waited until everyone was in position standing over Hannah who was crouched in the paddling pool. They gave a silent signal and then, all at once, began to disperse of their messes all over her. They began to wildly squeeze their bottles, spraying the various substances all over her. They moved them all over her body, attempting to cover every inch of her body that was possible to cover. She squealed as she felt the messy substances rain upon her.

She could feel mess going down her neck and being sprayed all over her shiny, freshly washed hair. The substances went all over her trousers, coating them in layer after layer of sloppy mess. Because of the light fabric and the colour that they were, they were stained as slathered in mess that would never wash out. More poured down her top and over her back and chest. Her cheeks and noses were dripping in squiggly lines of various coloured mess. Her forehead was streaked in mess. She could feel some of the mess go down her back. The effect of the messing was that was covered from head to toe in layers of different colours. She looked like a human Jackson Pollack painting. She looked like a messy work of art. The layers of mess weighed down her thin clothing as well. Some areas were completely covered while others became almost see through after being soaked with mess.

They all pulled away and celebrated as the camera zoomed in on a very meek and humble Hannah. She could do nothing but shake her head and blush. They all had enjoyed embarrassing her and covering her in mess. The sight of the beautiful sports correspondent dripping in layered mess was one that they all relished in. No pun intended.