Just another day in the store…
Chapter 2 Jack was upstairs at home in his bedroom, doing his normal porn watching sat at his laptop. His standard after work routine with his work uniform shirt and tie half hanging off. His mum was down stairs cooking the dinner, singing along to the radio. Jack was dreading whatever it was for dinner. He hated his mum’s cooking. Probably something boiled with potatoes and peas. Over cooked as usual. Jack was watching some muscled bound lad jerking off, in a gym changing room with other guys looking on Jack was consumed by the porn as he usually was. Would the other guys join in? Or what? Would it be some sort of solo or maybe a group jerk session. Jack’s wishing that his body looked like that, it was a mix of admiration and lust towards the extremely muscled bodybuilder type with very defined six pack, broad shoulders and arms that would be like double the size of any regular guys arms. His tan was also amazing. Jack quickly shot his jizz and did not last long. Mopping up the mess with his dirty sweaty work shirt. Getting dressed quickly and covering his tracks quickly before he was called for dinner. Sad really a twenty five your old, single and jerking alone at home. Jack thought, he can’t even find some bottom to use on Grindr. He wished anything would do a bj, or even a wank. A sweet peachy arse would be amazing Jack thought depressingly. However his lot was to be chubby, overweight, hairy and struggling to get fun. His ten minutes peace and quite in front of his computer while his mum was distracted was the best he could get. Jack thought to himself. Jack was five foot nothing, stocky with a large belly over hang which was caused by eating too many carbs. Jack never cared for exercise or a strict diet. Jack considered his best asset to be his beard and jet black short neatly groomed hair and was always immaculately kept. Jack also very conscious he was small down below and he also thought what a disappointment that he must be to any guy he was lucky enough to play with. Jack knew his place and if he ever forgot it, there was always a helpful reminder every time he logged onto Grindr and saw a message ‘your not my type, sorry’ or that a guy he had been speaking with had all of sudden blocked him. Jack also had to listen to almost nightly comments from his dear old mum ‘when you going to bring a nice boy home for me to meet’. Jack loved him mum, but it was all getting too much and adding to his low mood, which hung over him like a fog. Jack wasn’t overtly masculine or feminine, like many men of his persuasion he was trapped in the middle in a third gender like way. The next day at work, the time was passing fairly quickly. They had a big delivery so Jack being the only male member of staff was always roped into helping with all the heavy boxes. Unpacking product and arranging it on the shelving as needed. Jack enjoyed this as it meant he was out on the shop floor and mingling with the customers. He took the opportunity for some interesting people watching. He noticed Ms James, one of the regulars out of the corner of his eye. Nearly every time she had a different man with her having his credit card used and no doubt abused by her. The gentleman caught Jacks attention, he was older then Ms James normal gentleman friends. But still of a good age probably mid thirties, her usual gentleman friends were early twenties so this time it was more of a daddy type rather then the skinny guy in his twenties. Which Jack thought they looked liked drug dealers. He had a presence about him, he looked like he was someone. Jack clocked that his body was too die for! He was six foot, muscular frame with arm muscles which were huge. Barely covered by a t shirt which was so tightly fitted it looked as if it would burst any minute. His jeans were so tightly fitting you could see an outline of everything, including his well endowed asset. He had blonde hair which was perfectly styles and gelled, as if a single hair could not possibly be out of place. He was pale and Nordic or even Viking in appearance. He also had a natural arrogance in his demeanour, you could just see it in his hand gestures. Which just oozed confidence. Which gave him a highly attractive personality. This guy also looked like he had money, he was dressed head to toe in designer gear and was able to make a t shirt and jeans look up market and seriously smart. Jack moved his trolley of stock discreetly closer to the couple browsing. He could see they were laughing, joking and playing around with the clothes taking items off the rails and gesturing, to try them on. The guy, was much more serious then Ms James. But obviously the one with the money, clearly offering to treat Ms James and wanting to splash some cash. Jack edged ever closer to the couple but always being careful to appear busy moving and rearranging stock as he went. That’s the great thing about a shop, there’s always excuses to move anywhere in the store with a stock trolley. Jack brushed past behind the couple with his trolley, as he did the man dropped a bra which he was checking out onto the floor just in front of Jack’s trolley. Jack had to stop the trolley suddenly. Ms James blushed, and started to bend down to pick up the misplaced bra. The man interrupted loudly ‘don’t do that hun, that’s what there here for’. Clearly implying it was Jack’s job to pick up said bra. Jack turned a shade of blossom, and hurried to pick up the bra looking so embarrassed. By now his supervisor was looking over and Jack clearly felt like he had been caught out. Everyone could see Jack was suddenly flustered by this mystery man and the man was used to the attention and going out of his way to embarrass Jack. Ms James, has four or five dresses, on her arm. Itching to try on, The mystery muscle man gets the hint and mutters ‘let’s find a changing room…Hey there were’s the changing rooms?’ He asks Jack. ‘Hey, you carry these dresses over for my girl’ he demands. ‘Thanks, Phil, hun’ Jack suddenly was able to put a name to the face. That sexy man, who he had only just met. But instantly felt compelled to do as Phil instructed. Jack noticed Phil, walking over to the other corner of the store and picking up a few more dresses. He must have seen a few he wanted to see his girl in Jack assumed. ‘Oh dear…straight men and there fantasies’ Jack thinks to himself. It’s like with a few comments and looks, this guy had full control of the store. Jack notices Kim one of the other girls also grabbing items. This Phil, also sent Jack away to collect numerous items as well. ‘Jesus! This girl was going to have half a wardrobe shortly Jack imagined. The next thirty minutes passed, in a flash. This girl would be ready for New York or Paris shortly. Jack was working away, packing the approved clothes. Wrapping them in tissue paper, bubble wrap and the brightest pink paper bags with those little white string handles. Phil, Ms James new man was bringing each dress to me with a simple yes or no. As to whether it met his approval or not. He was a man of few words, the situation was stinted and aqurkard. Jack felt himself hang on every word this man was saying while trying not to stare, but he could tell Phil, knew he was staring, surely. He couldn’t help it, he kept it to a glance every now and then. Once the process was complete, Jack had packed all the shopping and rung it through the till. The bill came to over five thousand pounds for a handful of dresses, Phil did not blink an eye inserting his credit card into the chip and pin machine and entering his pin. The process was quickly completed. As the couple moved away, Jack could sense Phil now looking him over, as then there eyes met for a split second and Phil winked and smiled at Jack. Then turned and exited the store with Ms James on his arms.
