No. She's the professional after all.

But Rachel had other ideas. "I'm not so sure, let's try one more thing," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. She took a step back, her hand reaching for something on the counter behind her. When she turned back to him, she had a small bottle of lube in her hand. "I don't want you to get irritated, and this will help to make sure you are fully erect," she said, her voice a seductive whisper.

John's heart was racing, his cock standing at full attention. Rachel squirted a dollop of lube onto her palm and rubbed her hands together, the sound echoing through the empty store. Then she stepped back to him, her hands sliding around his waist.

"Now," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Let's see if this makes a difference." She took his cock in her hands again, the coolness of the lube a stark contrast to the heat of her touch. She began to stroke him once more, her movements deliberate and slow.

John couldn't believe this was happening. Rachel's hands on him, her breasts exposed, the risk of discovery...it was all too much. And yet, he still didn't cum. Rachel made sure to just keep him on the edge.

As Rachel's continued to stroke John frustratingly slow, John felt the familiar tightness in his balls. He knew he was going to cum soon. He had to warn her. "Rachel," he choked out, his voice strained. "I'm...I'm going to..."

Rachel's strokes didn't slow down. "I know, John," she murmured, her eyes locked on his. "I've got you." But instead of pushing him over the edge, she abruptly stopped, her hands retreating. John felt the beginnings of his climax retreat, leaving him on the precipice. Rachel tucked his cock back into the g-string with a smile, as if she did this every day.

The material hugged his erection tightly, the lube making it slick against his skin. Rachel stepped back, her eyes running over him again. "Much better," she said, her voice still that infuriating mix of innocence and arousal.

John's eyes drooped a little in disappointment as Rachel released him, his body still trembling from the sudden loss of contact. He watched in the mirror as Rachel pulled her shirt back down, her breasts disappearing from view. The way she did it was so casual, as if it was nothing.

"You're all set," Rachel said, her voice chipper. "It looks like the suit fits perfectly now."

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "It does seem to be containing me now." Rachel winked at him before turning away.

John stepped back into the changing room, his mind racing. What the hell had just happened? Rachel had practically jerked him off in the middle of the store. But she had done it in a way that made it seem like it was all part of the fitting. He was so confused.

"Yeah," John mumbled to himself, "I probably imagined the whole thing."