Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Groupie P2

I climbed out of the still icy shower with my towel wrapped around me tightly, I held my towel tightly as I went to my bedroom. I picked out my neon green lace panties and matching long-line lace bra, My fishnet dress, my big black belt, my thigh-high black stockings, my neon green spiked dinosaur shoes, and my fingerless spiked gloves and my headband from last night. I did my make-up to match with my black and neon green theme going my hair in a high pony. Grabbing my usual necklace and slipping it around me too, I grabbed my handbag and hurried out of my house locking it up behind me, I hurried down to Denmark Street and quickly found the little guitar shop he had mentioned. I knew I was early but there was no one around, I stood waiting outside noticing the various people giving me evil looks as they went past. I waited admittedly impatiently for a while unsure where exactly to spot him from.

"Aww there you are pumpkin" I heard made me glance over down the street to the other side of the guitar store, where Malcolm stood in his typical shoes, his tight leather pants, his black buckle shirt, and his same jacket from last night.

"Morning" I smiled fixing a stray bit of my hair

"Morning" he smirked giving my lips a kiss and setting both his hands on my waist "don't you look beautiful," He smirked Moving a hand to grab my ass "come on," he kept his arm around me as he ushered me inside the little red door beside the guitar shop, and down a small corridor, I went along with him unsure where exactly I was going but I wasn't going to complain as the further we went the louder music got. Until it opened up to a little courtyard with a sort of warehouse-like building snuggly behind it where this intense music was coming from "Where are my sexy young assassins?" He smirked as we came through into the place, it was much as I expected it to be quite frankly beer bottles across every possible location, a mattress or two on the floor instruments about the place and of course, the boys from last night all stood around not really playing more fiddling with their instruments then doing anything of note.

"fuck off Malcolm" One spoke up

"you don't even want the news I have with me?" he asked them

"not partially" the same one spoke up

"What is it, Malcolm," another asked smoking a cigarette

"You sit there, don't be a distraction," he told me picking me up and sitting me on the table giving my nose a kiss and winking at me before he went on telling the band some news and things much of which I didn't understand until I noticed the one who had been smoking a cigarette was looking at me as the conversation began to flutter to its end and luckily I managed to pick up some names

"Not to be rude" steve began "who's this?"

"I'll not be rude. Who's the little whore on the table?" Jhonny asked

"she. is none of your concern," Malcolm told them having a seat having now slipped his jacket off and sitting it on my lap so I happily took it pulling it close and I gave it a warm cuddle it felt so soft for a leather jacket clearly where he wears it so much, the scent of him all over it, so I hugged it tightly keeping it safe for him

"Looks like a bar girl" glen smirked at me

"You boys get your groupies, so do I" Malcolm smirked "Pumpkin." He cooes tapping his leg

I giggled a little sitting on his jacket on the table and moving over to sit on his lap letting him wrap his arm around my waist at times moving my hip gently so as to not draw attention to the fact I was at this point border line humping him as the boys argued with each other,

"You for everybody or just Malcolm's?" Steve asks me

"Depends" I smiled getting up and stealing steve's cigarette, for myself