Not even a little

John glances around the store, and his eyes widen in shock. Every woman in the vicinity seems to be transfixed by the scene unfolding at the checkout. One of them, dressed in skin-tight workout gear, is casually rubbing her breasts. Other customers pretend to be busy, but their glances keep darting back to John, their smirks and smiles giving away their true interest.

John thinks to himself, "I'm not sure if this is working as well as Nadia thinks it is."

Nadia leans in to whisper to John again, her breath warm against his ear. "Good news," she says with a grin, "I have an idea of where the tag might be." She makes a big exaggerated stroke up and down on John's cock over the material of the g-string, her eyes locked onto his. "It's right here."

John's body jolts at her touch, and before he can respond, she gives the waistband of the g-string a firm tug. The fabric slides down, and his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach with a smack. The sound echoes through the store, and the chatter of the other customers goes silent.

"What are you doing?!" John hisses, his eyes wide with horror.

Nadia giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm just trying to help," she says, her voice sweet and innocent. "I think the tag is stuck right next to your...you know."

John's cock twitches at the thought of her touching him again, and he can feel the eyes of every woman in the store on him. "But...but..everyone is watching!"

"Don't worry," Nadia says, her voice low and soothing, "I'll scan the tag and put your cock right back inside for you."

John feels his cheeks burn as he nods, his cock bobbing slightly as it's exposed to the cool air. Nadia's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the full length and girth of him, a hint of surprise on her face that she quickly covers with a professional smile. She carefully picks up the tag, which is hanging right next to John's cock, her fingers brushing against his shaft, making him jump. She holds it up to the scanner, her eyes flicking to the line of women watching them. The scanner beeps, but the price doesn't register.

"Looks like it's not scanning," she says, her voice light. "It might be a little...wet."

John feels a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him. "Let me just...dry it off a bit," she says, her voice a gentle coax. Her thumb moves to swipe at the precum that's coating his head.

The sensation is too much, and John's body jerks involuntarily. "Careful," he whispers, his eyes darting to the other customers.

"I know, I know," Nadia murmurs, her eyes never leaving his. She brings the tag closer to the scanner again, her thumb still moving gently on his cock. The scanner beeps again, but the price still doesn't register.

"It's not working," she says, pouting. "It's probably because of the moisture."

John's mind is racing. He can feel his orgasm building, and he's sure that if she keeps this up, he's going to cum all over the counter. "I...I can't," he stammers.

Her thumb moves in a slow, deliberate circle, and John feels his body tense. He tries to focus on anything else, the hum of the air conditioning, the smell of new fabric, the sound of his own racing heart. But all he can feel is her hand on his cock, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Just...just hurry up," he says, his voice strained.

Nadia giggles. "I'm trying," she says, her hand moving faster. "It's a little...sticky."

John's hips jerk, and he feels a bead of precum form at the tip of his cock. "Please...," he says, his voice tight.

"Don't worry," Nadia says, her hand moving in a firm, steady rhythm. "I'll get it to scan."

John's eyes dart to the line of women watching, their expressions ranging from shock to amusement. He wants to die of embarrassment, but at the same time, he can't deny the thrill of having them all stare at him like this.

"Come on," he whispers, his voice ****. "Scan it already."

Nadia's eyes gleam with mischief as she takes the tag and places it directly on John's cock, the cold plastic sticking to his skin. She runs the scanner up and down his shaft, her eyes never leaving his face as she watches his reaction. The sound of the scanner's beeps fills the air, but John's mind is elsewhere, lost in the sensation of her touch and the humiliation of his exposure.

To his left, he sees a young woman in a business suit, her eyes are glued to his cock, her cheeks flushed as she bites her lip. Her body swaying slightly to the unheard beat of her own desire. The woman's eyes meet John's for a brief moment, and he sees a spark of excitement in them before she looks away, a blush staining her neck.

Across the aisle, an older woman with curly hair is holding a pair of lacy panties in her hands, as she pretends to be examining the panties. She is clearly just staring at John.

And peeking around the corner of an aisle, a young woman with a pierced lip and a tight tank top has her phone out, her thumb moving rapidly over the screen. Her eyes are glued to John, and he can see her nipples hardening against the thin fabric as she watches his cock bob with every movement of the scanner. She's not even trying to hide the fact that she is capturing this moment with her phone.

The store feels like it's spinning around him, the pressure building in his cock with every beep of the scanner. He can feel the eyes of every woman on him, their desire a palpable **** that's making it even harder to resist. He tries to look away, to focus on anything but the pleasure, but it's no use. His eyes are drawn back to the women, their open lust a mirror of his own.