Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Darling

I walked the dirty streets, almost everyone had crashed at the place on Denmark street on mattresses across the floor like the aftermath of a fantastic orgy but I wasn't exactly first in line to join the hamster pile infact I was last. I would willingly do almost anything to avoid the floor of that place even if it was only for one night but it wasn't far to walk from Denmark street over to sex and I had the key to unlock it in the morning anyway. So I unlocked the door leaving the bars on for tonight. I was already beyond tired throwing my bag and keys onto the counter and almost collapsing on the little bed in the middle of the shop snuggling up with the covers.

I woke up groggy and a little chilly pulling the blanket closer as I opened my eyes seeing the light coming in through the shop windows and the sweet curtains that concealed the shops stock from the street, no sounds of cars yet, a few birds making little sounds in the morning to the sweet light that was rising slowly. I glanced around seeing everything as I left it when I and Jordan locked the shop up last night before leaving my bag still where I left it on the counter, I stirred a little looking around the place, seeing the rails of the various stock one, in particular, caught my eye. Upon first glance, it wasn't anything special or we'll to me anyway when you work at a shop called sex you sort of get desensitized to this sort of thing. But it hung there on the wire hanger, it was an off white shirt with the sleeves cut off, the print one I was or course familiar with working her so long, it wasn't like a best seller or anything but I'd had been around alot of two cowboys dressed to the nines in gear from the waist up hats an all but nothing but their boots from the waist down there cocks touching tips. After walking past the shirt likely a hundred times a day I barely really noticed it the shock of the image was well worn off. But my mind couldn't escape thinking of that shirt or more who tended to be seen in it.

I tried to force it away, I mean if we're being technical he is my boss. But I couldn't help my Attraction. Honestly, I think most knew, I know Jordan knew as she often made fun of me, and some part of me thought that Vivienne might have known given she often glared in my direction whenever it was we were both in the shop if I was honest I imagine everyone knew.

Except for Malcolm.

I wasn't even on his radar of considerations to think about.

I was a shop-girl, I was nothing.

If Viv's just the girl who sews the clothes then Christ I don't even exist.

But if anything that made him more attractive, in that strange way. The fact I knew he never even thought about me yet I still couldn't help that I found him attractive, to say the least. Jordan thought I was insane even if I had attempted explaining it to her but she never understood what I found so fascinating about him.

The problem was he was now in my head. And that damn shirt hanging there wasn't helping me to... not be reminded of him.

I knew it would be hours before anyone came to open the shop and it's not like there was any point in going home and coming back before work today. I turned over a little, getting snug in the cosy bed. I moved my hand a little, stroking my thigh a little and I knew how badly I wanted to.

I moved to my back, gently stroking my thigh as my other hand took a grasp of my breast gently folding the soft skin in my hand, the other moving my skirt up and stroking over my panties feeling how wet they already were "uuhh" I gasped slipping my hand under my little shirt and bra to fondle my breast a little harder feeling my nipple get harder to my touching against my hand, I slipped my other hand under my panties feeling my now soaked clit gently rubbing in a soft clockwise circle "uughhh! Uuuuhhhhh!" I gasped and groaned feeling the sweet bubbles of pleasure but it wasn't long until I was rubbing hard up and down being merciless on myself using the wetness for lubrication to move faster and harder giving my clit the stimulation it so desperately needed feeling myself getting deeper and deeper into my lustful hormones my moans only getting louder, my other hand now completely rubbing on my nipples making them hard even tugging on them to cause the little bubbles of pleasure "uughhh uuuuuuughhh ahhh uhhhhh! Malcolm" I groaned attempting to go faster harder trying to make the pleasure escape "uuuuhhhhh Malcolm! Uuuuhhhhh uughhh!" I squealed I knew I was close already my eyes trying to roll back trying desperately to reach my -