Hi Laydees!!
Here's my new oneshot, It's a Jason one and there is some slight PM stuff in it which I'll mark so that you know it's coming (excuse the pun
) incase you don't want to read it. I've left this sorta open ended because I might have an idea for a follow up to it but we'll see
Huge thanks to Heidi, who had a read through this for me as I wasn't 100% sure about it! Thanks hun
I'll get the Disclaimer out the way and then it's on with the story
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Please do not steal/copy or use them without express permission of the writer.Work Relations I had gotten up this morning and had done nothing but moan, it was times like this I hated working in retail. It was Easter Sunday and whilst everyone else was still in bed and looking forward to a lazy day, enjoying the sunshine and stuffing their face with as much chocolate as they could without being sick, I was about to start an 8 hour shift. I had only been at work for 10 minutes and already I knew it was going to be a crappy day, the manager had moved me upstairs to the men’s department, which wasn’t that busy at the best of times but on a sunny Easter Sunday I was going to be bored to tears. The morning was spent doing some cleaning and general chores, as I sang along to the music being played out through the store. The music was the only thing keeping me sane as I had served about 3 customers since we opened.
“God how quiet is it up here?” my friend Debbie asked as she passed through the department
“It’s dire” I sighed, rolling my eyes. A few seconds later Shine started playing on the music system and a small smile came to my face
“I’ll leave you with your boys” she grinned and walked off to carry on what she was doing.
Another hour had passed although it felt like a day and by now I was ready to pull my hair out. A light came through the darkness when Up All Night started playing and I thought to myself that the music had been good today.
Sometimes I see your face, looking at me
All your love and grace, smiling at me…I was singing along giving it all I had, when I heard the familiar sound of “doors opening” coming from the lift. I glanced down and didn’t see anyone so assumed they had gone to the kids department which was separated from the men’s by a wall. Carrying on my delightful singing, I was tidying up and cleaning the till tops when it came to my favourite part of the song and my voice got louder…
I met this girl last night and she said why won’t you marry meeeeeeeeeeee
He met this girl last night and she said why won’t you marry meI sang at the top of my lungs, adding in some jazz hands and foot tapping for good measure
Well I’m too young for that, too dumb for that
Too bored for that, too tired for that
Too proud for that and I’m too gone for that
But would you like to come back to my flat…I sang out doing my best Mark impression and then spun round only to bump into someone
“I’m so sorry…” was as far as I got, I looked up at the person stood in front of me and my mouth stayed open but no words came out. It took all of my strength to stay standing. My mind wandered as I took in the features I would recognise anywhere, his hair was messed up like he had fallen out of bed 2 seconds previously and his chiselled jaw line was slightly hidden by the stubble that was covering it. His gorgeous blue eyes that I had only seen in pictures were covered by a pair of dark glasses and I wondered if that was because it was sunny, or to try and prevent him being recognised. A crisp white t shirt covered his upper body, but clung to him in all the right places and allowed a glimpse of the rippling muscles that were underneath and then my eyes moved down. A pair of khaki green combats hung low on his hips, allowing a small strip of flesh to be seen between them and the bottom of the t shirt. It was at this point that I noticed his lips were moving, which was more than I can say for mine which looked as if there was something prising them apart!
“So can you help me?” was all I caught
“Yes…sure…I mean of course I can help you. What is it you’re looking for?” I asked a little stunned, I mean it wasn’t every day things like this happened. I watched as he threw his head back and let out a throaty laugh, making me blush before he turned his attention to me again.
“Like I was saying” he winked, knowing full well the effect it was having on me “I need a suit for tonight, a friend of mine is having a wedding reception and I’ve had a mix up with my luggage! I like these two shirts” he said holding them up “but I’m not sure which one looks better” he looked at them and frowned a little before turning back to me as I stood there thinking a bin bag would probably look good on him!
“Honestly, I would go with the classic white and then whichever suit you pick will match and a white shirt is a piece you can keep in your wardrobe and get loads of use out of” I nodded and smiled, wondering how I had suddenly managed to find my voice. “Do you know what size you need?”
He went on to tell me that he had lost a bit of weight recently so he wasn’t sure what collar size would be best and asked if I could measure for him
“Ok hang on, I’ll get my measuring tape and I’ll be right back” I rushed off and within seconds I was back. I showed him to the fitting room and reached up so that I could place the tape round his neck, my fingers lightly brushed the back of his neck, sending a shiver right through me and causing me to pause for a second. Something clicked and my senses returned allowing me to finish measuring. The scent of his aftershave caught in my breath and made my heart flutter. He had picked out a suit and I had got him the shirt sizes he needed and I showed him to a fitting room
“If you need anymore help then give me a shout, I’ll be just outside”
“Oh I will” he grinned as I closed the curtain over and stepped outside
“Hey you coming for your break?” Debbie shouted
“Sorry hun, I’m dealing with a customer, I’ll need to wait and take double later”
“Ok” she smiled and carried on walking, while I was still in shock about the fact that Jason Orange was in my fitting rooms and probably half naked by now. My cheeks flushed at the thought and my mind started to race. I stepped inside a little, noticing that the curtain had a slight gap in it at this end and my eyes automatically went to look. It was so unprofessional and if my manager caught me I would be in major bother, but this was never going to happen again…I glanced through the gap and could see his fingers undoing the buttons of the shirt he had been trying on, each button being undone letting me see a little more of his rock hard chest. He was right, he had lost weight but he looked good for it and his six pack looked better than it ever had. The shirt slipped off his smooth shoulders and he placed it back onto the hanger before removing his trousers. I could hear the chink of the metal belt buckle as he undid it and slipped them off, revealing his white Calvin Klein’s and what looked like a very impressive package within them. I imagined my hands slipping inside them and taking hold as he kissed me and made love to me, his large hands running all over my body…the curtain opened and he stepped outside making me jump
“Those trousers were a bit short, you don’t have them in a longer length do ya?” he was right they were too short, as I had witnessed and the mere mention on length had me blushing again
“Erm…let me check for you” I smiled and went to have a look “I’m sorry we don’t have them in stock here…you said you needed them for tonight didn’t you?” I frowned
“Yeah”
“Right, I could check and see if any of our other stores have them but you would need to pick them up”
“I don’t have transport, I need to meet my brother in half an hour and he’s dropping me at my mates and then going out somewhere. Bloody hell, what a nightmare, it’s a nice suit that too”
“Not what you’re used to I’m sure” I giggled
“Nowt wrong with clothes from the High Street” he answered back with a nod
“That’s true, there’s an M&S along the way, don’t you guys have a discount card for there?” I laughed and then blushed at what I’d said
“Yeah but then would the service I get there be as top notch as the service I’m getting here?”
“I doubt it but it’s up to you whether you want to find out, although I have plenty of service skills left that I can offer” while the conversation had been going on I had been tapping away and saw that there was another store not to far from ours who would have them.
“I can get you those trousers from another store, I’ll go and pick them up myself when I finish work at 4 but you’d need to come back in and pick them up, around half 5ish”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t mind, you’d be helping me out big time”
“No problem, we like to go the extra mile for customers and it’s not every day I get to serve a hot man band member”
“You’re a lifesaver! I dunno how I’ll get back later but I’ll find a way or get a taxi if I need to”
“Ok then well like I say come back at half five and they should be here for you”
“Brilliant and who do I ask for incase I don’t see you when I come in?”
“Sorry, I’m Karen, if you need to ask for me. I’ll be here somewhere”
“Fantastic! Thanks Karen” he winked, leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek before turning to walk off. The way he walked, he had the hard man swagger going on and with each step, the combats took another small trip south, eventually revealing the waist band of his white CK’s that had had me mesmerised only minutes ago. Four o clock came quickly and I was on my way to pick up Jason Orange’s trousers!
I had managed to get the trousers and back to my own store at bang on half five and as I entered the men’s department I saw Jason sitting waiting humming along to the music and looking at some ties.
“You’re early” I smiled, he looked up and a big grin covered his face as I approached him
“Yeah, Howard’s the one that’s always late and Mark too” he said rolling his eyes and then looking directly at me as I handed him the trousers
“Can I try these on just to make sure they’re alright?”
“Yeah of course but it’s a bit late if they’re not” I rolled my eyes and showed him into the fitting room, telling Tracey who was covering them that I would deal with Jason even though I was finished.
“I bet you will” she muttered under her breath and then walked away with a scowl on her face that would have penetrated an iceberg.
After a few minutes Jason pulled back the curtain
“Do these look a bit loose to you?”
“Erm…no they look fine, I mean they look great on you! Not just on you…oh you know what I mean” I was starting to get agitated and the more I went on the more Jason laughed
“If you backtrack any quicker you’ll fall on your arse!” he laughed
“As I was saying I think they look fine, maybe a belt would make the fit that little bit better”
“They definitely feel looser than the last pair” he mused
“Unless you’ve lost more weight in the last hour they can’t be, they’re the same size! Turn round and I’ll double check”
“And what exactly will you be checking?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow
“The label which is attached to the back of the trousers” I rolled my eyes as he turned around and my mind wandered to other thoughts that did not include what size was on the label. I had my hand inside Jason’s trousers and his bum was so near to my grasp, surely a quick squeeze wouldn’t hurt and I doubt he would mind I thought, my chance had passed when I was brought back to the present by Jason’s voice
“You getting a good enough look or you want me to wiggle it about a bit?” he asked, making me blush again, causing my heart to race
“Indeed I do not!” I protested whilst trying to regain some dignity “And yes they are the same size” I said tucking the label back inside, my hand lightly brushing the top of his boxers
The next thing I knew he had pulled me inside the cubicle and closed the curtain again.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as his hand went round my waist and pulled me in close to him
“I’m letting you in so you can have a closer inspection” his voice had lowered and he was whispering in my ear, causing a shiver to surge right through my body
“I…but…”
My mind no longer needed to think of words to say as his lips covered mine and his kiss sent my body into oblivion. His long tongue that had so many times made an appearance in pictures was working perfectly well alongside mine as his hands ran through my hair and mine rested at the base of his back. He pulled back and ran his tongue sensuously and teasingly slowly along his bottom lip before it dipped back inside. He had me pinned against the wall, my arms above my head and his hands ran teasingly down the length of my arms making every hair on my body stand on end
“How long have we got until this place shuts?” he asked, his lips so close to mine I could feel the movement as he spoke
“About 20 minutes” I uttered as I stared at him wide eyed
“Best get a move on then eh?” he almost growled as his hand went to the button on my trousers and started to undo them
“Jason Orange! It‘s Easter Sunday, if we do this in here today we‘ll get sent to hell” I mocked
“I’m going to hell anyway! I want you now babe, I don’t think this can wait” he said moving my hand down to the sizeable bulge that was like a caged lion waiting to get out
“Come on, there’s somewhere else and it has a door that locks” I grabbed his hand and dragged him the few feet to the cupboard that was at the end of the fitting rooms, it was a storage cupboard with shelves of men’s shoes and accessories, it was only a small room and quite dingy but at least the door locked and that was going to be key for what would be happening next.
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