Little Job

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I stood folding shirts as I had been instructed to do so listening to Moonage daydream on the jukebox. It wouldn't be long before the shop closed with only myself and Jordan still here, with Malcolm in the back on the phone with someone. Viv had already gone to pick the kids up so we likely wouldn't see her till tomorrow. I heard the curtain to the stockroom open up and I glanced over to see a mildly frustrated Malcolm in his usual leather pants, cowboy shirt and his jacket. He glanced around the room noticing it was only the three of us then his eyes glanced between me and Jordan before settling on me a wicked smile crooked up his lip.

"Get your coat on your helping me with something" he says

"I uhh" I began

"Don't worry about it just go" Jordan told me both of us were already more than used to this.

"Alright" I nodded putting my stuff down grabbing my bag and my coat and following him out to the street where his little green mini sat and he threw me the keys

"Your driving"

"Okay" I nodded as I caught them knowing I didn't have much of a choice I climbed into his car and I began to drive through the busy streets "Where are we-"

"I'll tell you when to turn" he says setting his hand on my thigh as I drove

"What are we-" I began

"You'll find out when we get there" he says barely looking at me often Squeezing my leg

"Fine," I sighed. Honestly, I'm lucky I got that much out of him, its more than I usually get. He directed me where necessary until I pulled the car into a parking space on some dirty dusty industrial estate with various businesses being run out of those large warehouse buildings with the large shutter doors.

"Why are we here?" I asked

"Viv wants some stuff for some fashion layout she's got planned and some stuff for the shop"

"And you need me because?"

"A I don't wanna drive. B it's too much for just me to carry. And C I like watching your ass work" he smirked giving my cheek a kiss and climbing out of the car

"....Fine" I sighed getting out of the car with him and following him to the door of one of these places which he quickly pushed open letting me scamper inside the first part was a small office area, two more rooms to the back and a large manufacture and shipping floor in the centre working hard doings things I mostly couldn't see. 

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