Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Stock Girl Series

(Part 1,2,3,4 & 5)

I was eager undeniably, who wouldn't be. The shop had sort of sprung up a minute or two from my house and the moment I saw the display in the window of a half manakin decked out in leathers, and latex and other such things I knew I wanted a job. I had always been a kinkier individual and I always wanted to work somewhere with things I understood. And by some luck, I went past one Monday on my way to class and saw in the window the advertisement for a shop assistant so I jumped in that shop immediately didn't even care that I was gonna miss my bus I wanted in and the woman working there a lady named Viviana saw my enthusiasm and told me on the spot that I got the job. I knew honestly little about the shop itself only instantly about what it sold o had always been a bit too afraid to go in for any more than ten minutes or so but I had got all dressed and headed inside and saw a tall man stood doing something not sure what with one of the books

"Yes?' he asks as he saw I was kinda just stood looking at him

"Uhh y/n," I smiled

"Ahh yeah, Viv said." He nods "chuck your stuff in the stock room and uhh sort the tops out, lot of muddled strings and frankly, I can't be asked"

"Yes sir" I nodded going towards the back room he pointed at

"Whoa." He smirked "and don't call me sir. Not into that" he explained

"Okay" I nodded putting my stuff where he told me to and I went over getting all the little tops and bras down seeing the strings for many of them had knotted together

"It's Malcolm by the way," he says as he was sorting the books and magazines

"Ohh pleasure to meet you" I smiled

"You're sweet" he smirked "innocent little thing to be so eager to work here"

"Well I like this stuff"

"Do you know?" He smirked, "you don't look like the kinda girl?"

"What because I don't flash my tits and every passer-by"

"Kinda"

"Well, you don't look like the sort of man to run a sex shop?"

"Why because I don't look like a skeevy little perv?"

"Kinda"

"Humm you and I are gonna get along just fine" he smirked going towards the counter where a coffee cup sat and as he walked past he slapped my butt "coffee? Tea?"

"Uhh tea please"

"Alright, sugar?"

"Are you asking if I want sugar or calling me sugar?"

"Both?" He shrugs "asking if you want it, and seeing if you respond to it" he smirked

"Two sugars please"

"Alright, when you're done with that we need to change the window display that leather bras have been in there for like three weeks," he says...

I stood finishing up with the bras working on untangling the strings and ties on them putting the last own back as I did I felt his eyes, malcolm had since gone and sat at the main desk in the shop, he was perched on the little red stool watching me as he sipped his coffee as soon as I finished he called me over to the desk with simply the curve of his finger I went over taking the tea he has set down for me "break time" he smiled "so, you live around here?" He asks I nodded and we talked about this and that about me and about him a little just innocent little chats till his finger began stroking the top of my hand do you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?"

"No" I blushed "do you?"

"Well... me and vivienne but," he shrugs "what she doesn't know right" he winked