I guess you could call it helping

"Can you just scan the tag from here?" John asks hopefully.

Nadia pretends to think for a moment before shaking her head, holding up the scanner. "I'm sorry," she says with a pout, "but the scanner's cord is too short." She looks at the line of women behind him, all watching with varying degrees of amusement. "I'm really sorry, but I have to scan it. It's store policy. I can't make exceptions."

John's heart sinks. He looks down at his suit, barely concealing his cock which is harder than he has ever been. "Is there anything else I could do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nadia's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Well," she says, leaning closer so her breasts are almost touching the counter. "There is one other option. If you sit on the counter," she whispers, "I can try to scan it without you having to remove it."

John nods, his cheeks red as he hops onto the counter. His cock is tenting the g-string out obscenely, clearly in view of all the customers since he is now elevated. The customers in line are now openly staring, some with amusement, others with something darker.

Nadia pretends to search the area around his ass, her eyes dancing with delight as she takes in John's almost nude form. "Hmm, I don't see a tag," she says, pouting. "Let me just check..." Her hand brushes against John's ass, the coolness of her palm against his skin making him jump. She squeezes gently, and John feels a shiver run through him.

Nadia then moves her hands to the front of his suit. "Is this it?" she asks, her fingers wrapping around his shaft.

The contact is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through John. He tries to keep his voice steady. "Uh...no, that's not it," he says, his voice strained.

Nadia's hand moves away, and John feels a moment of relief, only for her to replace it with another squeeze. This time, her grip is tighter, and she strokes him up and down, her thumb tracing the vein that runs along the underside of his cock. "It's definitely in here somewhere," she says, her voice teasing.

John's mind is racing. He's so turned on he can't think straight, but he doesn't want to cum now. Not here, not like this. He squeaks out a protest, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing heart. "That's...that's not...it's not...it's not the tag..."

Nadia's eyes widen in feigned surprise, her hand still moving on his cock. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she says, her voice sugary sweet. "Let me try again." She leans in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "But maybe if we talk like we're just having a normal conversation, it'll help make this seem like a normal checkout? Make it less conspicuous."

John nods, his eyes squeezed shut. He tries to focus on the sound of her voice, the mundane exchange that is supposed to be happening right now. "How...how was your weekend?" he asks, his voice strained.

Nadia giggles. "It was good," she says, her hand still moving. "Went to the beach, got a bit of a tan." Her thumb circles the head of his cock, and John bites his lip to keep from moaning. "How about you?"

"It...it was okay," John manages to say. "Did some...some yard work." He tries to ignore the way her hand is moving, the way her fingers are now playing with his balls. "How...how's the weather been?"

"Hot," Nadia says, her voice a little breathless. "But not as hot as you are right now." Her hand moves faster, her grip tighter.

John's hips buck involuntarily. "Do...do you have any...any seen any new movies?" he asks, his voice shaking.

Nadia's laugh is low. "The usual superhero flicks," she says, her nails lightly scratching his shaft. "But I heard there's a good rom-com coming out next week."

John tried hard to focus on Nadia's face, not the line of customers watching him. "Rom-coms aren't...aren't my thing," he says, his voice strained as Nadia continues to "search" for the tag.

"Really?" Nadia asks, her hand slowing down. "What do you like?"

John swallows hard. "I...I don't know." It is getting harder and harder to think. "Whatever's playing."

"Well," Nadia says, her hand moving again. "I can recommend a few movies that I love if you want."

John nods, his eyes squeezed shut again. "That would be...that would be great."

Nadia's hand moves faster, her fingers sliding over the slick fabric of the g-string. "How about 'Pretty Woman'?" she asks.

"I've seen it," John says, his voice tight. "It's...it's good."

"Yeah," Nadia says, her hand now a blur. "But have you seen the director's cut?"

John nods, his body tensing. "Yeah," he says, his voice strangled. "It's...it's better."

"I agree," Nadia murmurs, her other hand reaching out to cup his balls. "I like that it's a little longer."

John's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, as he tries to keep the conversation going while Nadia is teasing his cock in front of the other customers. "How...how about 'When Harry Met Sally'? Have you seen it?"

"Classic," Nadia says, her hand slowing down. "But I bet you're more of a '50 Shades' kind of guy."

John's face flushes even more, and he shakes his head. "N-no," he stammers. "I'm...I'm not into that."

"Oh, come on," Nadia says, her grip tightening. "You can tell me. You don't have to be embarrassed."

"I...I just never got into it," John says, his voice a strangled whisper.

Nadia laughs again, her hand moving faster. "But you're definitely a fan of a movie with a happy ending, right?"

John nods, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah," he says, his voice shaking. "Definitely." John's mind is in chaos. He tries to focus on the conversation, to keep it casual, but all he can think about is the way she's touching him.

Nadia leans in and whispers, "This is working! Everyone thinks we are just chatting!"