Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Then Come Get It

A job is a job. And in this time and place I'm lucky to have one at all. At least that's what I kept telling myself. I was happy to have a job to afford to keep myself even just afloat was fine. But it was getting harder and harder to bare, I worked at sex a rather imfance place by now but still I worked there mostly in the back doing stock, ordering, I invoicing the business stuff I suppose and I did like the job well... most of it. I got into the back of the shop as I often did hanging my things up and starting on my work from the day before.

"Your late" his evil voice smirked behind me

"I know i-" I began but before I could even say another word he spoke

"That's the second time you've been late this week" he warned his hard steps across the stock room floor I could smell his aftershave, I could feel his breath against me.

"I know im-"

"Shhhh" he whispered putting a hand over my mouth I tried to pull his hand away but he was far.too strong for me "I've caught you twice, are you going to own up to anymore?" He asked and I shook my head "fine" he growled his other hand snaking around my waist and his fingers worked effortlessly at untucking my shirt from my skirt slipping his hand up my shirt and taking a grasp of my breast thought my bra giving it a squeeze "one" he smirked before he rubbed his thumb across my skin and squeezing again "two" he smirked but he didn't move away he slipped his hand across to my other breast going under my bra "I catch you later again sugar. You'll get much, much worse" he warned, twisting my nipple between his fingers before he pulled away and returned to the front of the shop.

I hated it. I hated him but I couldn't avoid him. He owed the shop so he was my boss. I knew what he was like before I began working here I just didn't realize just what it was really like. Even if he was married. And had a girlfriend. And kids. He still felt me up and tried for much more. He was one of those guys that gets a kick out of girls, out of using them for whatever he wanted and even if I had said no a million times that only made him want me more. And that only made him more aggressive, more demanding, more of a perverted sack of shit towards me. I had stopped wearing certain clothes to work, I had stopped going to the bathroom at work, I had even stopped leaving my bag unattended for two long. But if I wanted to keep my job, I had to... accept it.

I stood making my dinner gently humming to myself when I jumped a little hearing a knock on my door I was curious so I went and opened it a peak and I was shocked seeing him stood there in his blue jacket "hi sugar"

"What are you doing here!" I argued

"I was around" he shrugs "may I come in?"

"No! There's no way-"

"I figured you might say that. But... you need this don't you" he smirked getting the little white envelope from his pocket, my pay envelope. I sighed and let him in much to my own annoyance he slipped his jacket off and instantly I tried to grab the envelope "whoa! Excitable tonight aren't you?" He smirked

"Give it malcolm!"

"Ooohh you are real grumpy with me tonight aren't?" He laughs constantly keeping it out my grip "you want it?"

"Yes"

He smirked folding the little white envelope and sticking it down the waistband of his jeans infront of his fly and smirking at me "then come get it"