Gas Station Stop

Humming to my radio, I look at my dashboard and see that my tank is almost empty. I've been driving for 6 hours, and I need to rest for a bit. To my surprise, I see a gas station up ahead and pull into it. I park my car and turn it off, and get out, stretching. I'm wearing sandals and a pair of shorts that go just below my crotch and a thin spaghetti strap midriff shirt with no bra, but I'm already sweating due to the 110 plus degree temperature in Arizona. The shirt is starting to stick to me, and I regret not wearing a bra.

Walking inside the store, I'm disappointed to find out that the a/c is not working. I look around and see that no one else is inside, just the cashier, a young skinny guy who I notice is checking me out. I smile at him and walk to the coolers in the back to get a drink.

I grab a bottle of water and start to walk to the cashier. Suddenly, a man comes through the door wearing a ski mask and pulls out a gun, aiming it at the cashier. He starts to say something, but stops when he sees me.

"Well, hello sexy. Damn, you're fine girl," he says.

Gasping, I scowl at him. "Please, I don't want any trouble."

"There won't be any trouble, not if you do something for me. I came here to rob this guy, but now I think I want to do something else," he says, checking me out.

"Uh, what do you want to do?"

"You, of course."

"Um, what?"

"If you get naked and let me fuck you in front of this guy, I won't rob the place nor hurt anyone. Sounds good?"

I look at the cashier, hoping for some help.