He does what he's told

With no other choice, John made his way to the front of the store, his heart hammering in his chest. He tried to ignore the stares of the other customers as he approached the cashier, his cock bobbing with each step. The cashier, a busty redhead whose name-tag read, "Nadia" was working the register. She raised an eyebrow when she saw him, a smirk playing on her lips.

As John approached, his cheeks burned with embarrassment. He couldn't quite tell, but Nadia didn't seem angry exactly. She almost looked determined, but for what John didn't know.

"Oh my," Nadia said, her voice dripping overly sweet concern. "It seems like you've must have quite a story, sir."

"Yeah," John mutters, "someone stole my clothes."

Nadia's eyes light up with amusement. "Oh, really?" she says, her tone unconvinced. "Someone just stole them and all you have to wear is that? Well, what do you need, then?"

John's cheeks are a deep shade of red as he gestures to the g-string he's wearing.. John's voice is barely above a whisper, "This. I need to checkout and buy this swimsuit..."

Nadia laughs, a rich, throaty sound that echoes through the store. "You're buying that?" she says, her voice filled with mock surprise. "But it's already...on you." She winks at him, her smile widening.

John feels his face get hotter. "Yeah, I know," he says, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "But it's the only thing I have because all my other clothes were stolen."

"Oh, I see," she says, her eyes traveling up and down his body. "Well, let's get you checked out, then." She beckons him closer with a flick of her finger, her eyes never leaving his cock.

John slowly shuffles up to her, trying not to get any more unwanted attention by being difficult.

"You know," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's store policy to scan each item. Even if it's...already in use."

John's eyes go wide with horror as understanding dawns on him. "You can't be serious," he squeaks.

Nadia's smile widens. "Oh, but I am," she says, her eyes gleaming. "It's to prevent theft. So please remove it so that I can scan it."

John's mind is racing, trying to come up with a way out of this. He glances around the store, hoping for some kind of rescue, but all he sees are the smirks and amused looks of the other customers. He knows he's going to have to go through with it.

With trembling hands, John reaches down and pulls the g-string away from his body. The fabric clings to his cock, making it difficult to remove. John glances behind him and the line behind him seems to have grown, the customers eagerly watching his every move. He can see their smirks and the glint in their eyes, and he feels like he's on display. His heart is racing, and he's sure he's going to pass out from the humiliation.

John tells himself that he can't be angry with Nadia. She's just doing her job. No, he can't blame her for that. After all, Nadia doesn't make store policy.

John decides that Nadia seems nice, and maybe she will be willing to help him out.