Posted Fri Jul 17, 2015 | 175 Words | Tagged story chav

The new costume shop looked really useful. The guy behind the counter was incredibly hot, to me at least. He was a lean, short hair with shaved sides, chav. To actually get him to speak, I picked up a necklace that I thought looked reasonably nice and went over to pay,

“That’ll be 4 pounds mate” he spoke in what could be a dreamy voice.

I paid for the item, and then walked towards the mirror in the corner of the shop to put it on. I might as well,

“Well mate, looks like it doesn’t suit you yet” he spoke behind me almost causing me to jump but something stopped me from reacting.

He blew out cigarette smoke into my face, enveloping it in a fog.

“You wanna be a fuckin chav, you know it’s what you want”

My mind felt sleepy and before I knew it I must have fell asleep.

Fuck yeah mate, love workin the shop and all tha with me best mate Paul. He propa loves playing with me cock