''... is MASTURBATING by her desk...''

Looking at the sentence generated and considering the options he could think of, he decided to change something that would be obvious, if he had selected the correct person, there was no way he'd miss the change. It was something totally un subtle

He glanced up again, quickly looking away as he realised that Melody was looking directly at him, then he confirmed the change

''The peppy shop assistant is MASTURBATING by her desk, waiting for more customers who she can help''[CONFIRMED]

***

Melody had just noticed that the guy from earlier, the one with the broken phone, was hanging around the back of the shop, pretending to browse through DVDs and flicking back over the exact same ones enough times in a row to leave no doubt that he wasn't actually interested in picking up a movie.

However, she was distracted from her observation of his suspicious behaviour by a twinge in her stomach, her belly clenching and releasing like she was getting ready to cum or something, only now, the heat and arousal seemed to be coming after the clenching, instead of the other way around. And she felt the building need she couldn't deny.

She slipped behind the counter, letting one hand snake it's way under the waistband of her pants, pushing it's way into her panties and coming to rest palming her pussy lips, she pushed her middle finger inwards slightly, pressing it right in between as she dragged her hand back and forth, letting her eyes close for just a moment as she let herself lean forwards onto the counter for support

A customer closing the lid on a laptop across the store was enough to snap her attention back to reality, standing up straighter even as she kept her hand planted firmly beneath her waistband, her hips rocking gently and starting to get a rhythm going.

She slowly let her posture slacken once again, slouching forwards onto the counter as she leaned her elbow down and let her face rest on her hand, eyes going half lidded and almost giving the impression she was falling asleep, the blush spreading on her face however, was a good first sign that sleeping was the last thing she was thinking of.

Though, actually, she wasn't thinking of much, just this sudden need that had hit her, igniting her pussy and demanding that her hand set to work, if her attention wasn't so split between getting lost in the sensations and then occasionally darting her eyes around to check if anyone was close-by, she might have stopped to consider just how strange the sudden urge really was

***

John was glued to watching her. He thought he saw her squirm a bit when it first kicked in, but then she hid herself behind the counter. What he hadn't expected was that going behind the counter would just be the start of the show as she soon started getting pretty obvious, between the faces she was making and the way her entire body seemed to occasionally fall into a rhythmic back and forth motion in time with her leaning further forwards on the counter, there was very little doubt what she was doing

John pulled up his phone, eagerly hitting ''Generate Statement'' once again.

''Melodie is trying to discreetly masturbate as her hand teases her wet pussy under her panties. She can't concentrate on her professional duties currently''