Yes (Male Clerk)

Bryan entered the liquor store with such **** and passion that the sound of his voice barking orders nearly made me orgasm. I did stumble a bit and have to brave myself against the door to keep from falling down.

"Empty the register into a bag, now," he told the clerk, motioning with his gun but not quite pointing it at him.

The clerk, a thirty-something man who was a little on the heavy side but not all that bad looking, nodded and hit the no sale button that caused the register to ring open. He stared at Bryan as he emptied the contents into a plastic bag with "Thank You" printed across the front.

"Here man!" he said when he was done, holding the bag out.

"Don't forget the floor safe," Bryan said, walking around the counter to stand next to him.

"Cool," the guy said, dropping to his knees in front of Bryan. I thought I noticed his eyes linger on his crotch just a little too long. "It's not locked anyway."

"Hurry up," Bryant ordered as he lifted the top off of the floor safe.

Seeing Bryan like this was fucking turning me on, so I slid my hand down the front of my jean shorts and started rubbing my clit. He might claim to be a "good guy", but the man standing there now with a gun in his hand was a complete and total badass. He was the type of mother fucker who took whatever he wanted, and for now, at least, what he wanted was me.

He noticed me moving and glanced over to see me playing with myself. Bryan smiled approvingly, causing me to moan softly on pleasure.

The clerk dug several money bags out of the safe, depositing them in the same "Thank You" bag, which he held out to Bryan. His eyes once again seemed drawn to his crotch.