Bathroom Visitor

Unfortunately, Jake's little cacophony of moans and whimpers seemed to draw the attention of a freshly angered store clerk. The clerk knocks on his bathroom stall door and utters "Please no demonstrating devices in the restroom, sir."

"Why here? Why now?" Jake thinks to himself, "Pull yourself together. This can be sorted out." Jake takes a deep breath before grimacing once more at the sight of the nub between his thighs.

With a voice crack, Jake replies "I, uh, accidentally pressed some buttons. Can you help me?". The increasingly annoyed clerk is heard sighing on the other side, "Sir, we do not offer product support for stolen goods. Please come out here and return the item, or I'll have to contact authorities."

Shit. He couldn't go to jail, especially not like this. The thoughts of inmates looking at his hairless body, supple behind and nigh non-existent cock fills him with pure dread, and fills his microdick with just enough blood to start throbbing once more.

"No!" Jake thought to himself, "I'm not a thief and I'm not going to get arrested. I'll just go pay for it."

The clerk's foot is tapping; a decision must be made.