Yes, she minds

"I'd rather you didn't" Angelina says.

"Look, lady, I'm just doing my job" I reply, as I **** my way into the Jolie mansion. My back rubs up against her as I cross to the hall and my cock stirs in my pants. As I explore I figure out that she was right, there's no threat, and my hand slips from my sidearm to the growing bulge in my pants. I adjust it a bit, but only get more turned on thinking about how I'm wandering around the house of a hot, famous movie star.

I return to the foyer and see her standing there, looking pissed.

"My kids are upstairs asleep, this isn't our primary residence and I set off the alarm on accident. I want you to leave this instant. You can see we're in no danger."

God, what a fucking bitch. I guess this is a bad time to ask for an autograph. I'm about to risk it anyway when she screams,

"What is that?"

She's looking at my crotch. My dick is tenting my uniform pants. Oops.

"Uh...that's my cock." I respond.

"Is there a reason you're still here?" she says, pointing to the door.