No.

"Oh, did I now?" Scarlett asked, her tone playful, almost sounding rhetorical. She shook her head. "I don't think so." Scarlett once again held out the book to Kevin, her tone still playful, but a touch more dismissive than before.

Kevin was baffled. This was a clear example of S3X7 in action. He gestured to his bulging crotch. "How do you explain this, then?"

Scarlett flung the book lightly into Kevin's chest, taking advantage of his natural reaction to grab it. "That," she said, voice dripping with malice, "is all you." Kevin was devastated.

Scarlett returned to stacking the books from the trolley back in the shelves, occasionally glancing over her shoulder at Kevin.

Kevin ran through the scenario in his mind. Was she teasing him on purpose, or did she really not believe him? He didn't really want to reveal his hidden camera as proof. It wasn't illegal, but it was pretty creepy, and he'd tried to make a good impression up until now.

He looked at the book in his hands, and then back to Scarlett. This was an easy test.

"Actually, I don't think I need this book after all." He announced as he placed the book on the end of the trolley. He didn't have to wait long before Scarlett picked it up, and walked back over to where she had gotten it from.

As he watched intently, she turned and winked, before again bending at the waist, and revealing the neatly trimmed pussy hiding beneath her dress. This time, instead of keeping her legs together, she bent them a little and slid one leg out to the side. This exposed her lips even more as she made an opening and wedged the book back into the shelf. Once again her hips swayed back and forth, the motion more exaggerated than before. Kevin was almost sure he saw some moisture run down her leg.

With such sights to see, it was a moment before Kevin realised Scarlett's face, not focused on what she was doing, but instead looking directly back at him, defiantly. When he noticed, he immediately made movements to his crotch, but she simply shook her head. This was a show, not an invitation.

Soon, Scarlett had finished, and had returned to stacking the shelves. Kevin's crotch now painfully near bursting, he made one last attempt by approaching her calmly.

"How about finishing what you started?" He proposed.

Scarlett barely reacted. "What do you mean?"

The immediate innocence of her voice struck Kevin with surprise, featuring none of the seductive intent, or even the playfulness, of only a moment ago. Kevin wondered how long she'd been manipulating people to get exactly what she wanted.

"You practically gave me a lap dance! You deliberately exposed yourself." Kevin was getting frustrated, and Scarlett's calm attitude wasn't helping.

"That doesn't sound like me. Are you sure you're not thinking of someone else?"

Kevin finally saw the whole scenario. She'd been toying with him. There were no witnesses, no evidence and she was more convincing than he was. Of course, she didn't realise that he had been recording the whole exchange.

He decided to give her one last chance. "So you're not going to help me get relief?" he asked, cautious yet hopeful.

Scarlett turned and raised her hand, pointing. "Bathroom's that way. Good luck."

That was all Kevin needed. He made his way towards the exit, picking up his camera on the way out. This footage would be more useful than he thought.