Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Corruption p1

I stood on the dirty street. The grey sky hung low, likely going to rain very soon, darkness flooding in more and more every second. The orange light cascading down from the broken street lamp. As well as some flowing down through the curtains of the windows of the infamous shop. I could barely contain myself looking at the place so long I had heard, read about this place. It was an out of body experience to really be stood In Front of it. I looked at what could be seen in the window, the small headless manikin with neon pink spray paint across it as well as it being wrapped up well in black lace bra, panties and a harness of some type. I decided to be brave and step forward pushing open the little pink and glass door stepping inside. To the harsh wooden floor the graffiti walls, the racks of iconic designs as well as various fetishware. A door and window to the back blocked by red curtains, even a bed in the center of the back room. The counter to the side was honestly covered in what looked like bin bags but I didn't care much. I took in everything about the place in utter awe.
"Hey." A voice spoke up making me jump and turn "were closed" he said I saw behind the desk stood a thin man in a light blue buckle shirt and a pair of skintight black leather trousers a cigarette in his hand bringing it to his lips as he spoke. I hadn't noticed him I guess I had been preoccupied
"Sorry, I must have just missed the sign-" I began
"I haven't turned the sign yet" he interrupted, turning a page of his magazine "what do you want?" He asks actually looking up from his magazine since I had been here he looked me up and down slowly then took another drag of his cigarette
"Well I don't know really, I have just heard so much about this place I was curious" I explained
"Curiosity killed the cat you know" he says
"I suppose I just wanted to visit so badly"
"You don't seem the sort"
"How so?'
"You look as if you're late for your shift at the library." He says
"Oh. Well it was mostly for traveling" I answered fixing my skirt
"You really like this place?" He asks coming around the counter and I nodded "okay." He smirked "what's your name?'
"Y/n'
"Y/n. I'll let you stay a little while on the condition you... let me see you in an outfit?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. An outfit I pick out for you?"
"Okay" I blushed hard
"Good. Go turn the sign and lock the door" he smirked heading back into the shop
"Okay" I nodded "I uhh I didn't get your name"
"Malcolm" he smirked