A few more questions that lead to... Deeper plans

“Sounds reasonable,” I nodded. “And what of Linda? What does she like?”

“Well… Linda – she likes – licking me,” the brunette said slowly, her cheeks pink.

“Does she?” I asked. “Linda told you that.”

“Well… No, not really,” the young woman shook her head, gazing down at the tiled floor of the cinema. “I just – guessed.”

“You guessed,” I looked the brunette over gravely. “Huh. And does she use the strap-on?”

“Ah – No, Mr. Kent, she – she doesn’t,” she swallowed nervously.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“I – ah – I don’t w-want to be – uh – penetrated, s-sir, ever,” the young woman said, twisting uncomfortably in front of her friends.

“Oh, my,” I shook my head. “That’s – not good. Not good at all.”

“Wha-what’s wrong, sir?” she looked up, her light green eyes wide.

“We need to take this somewhere – private,” I looked around, searching, my gaze falling on the ticket attendant bent over and scooping up some popcorn for another customer, the open buttons of her white blouse giving me a good look down her shirt and noticeable lack of a bra.

“Excuse me,” I walked up to the redhead as she passed over the bag of freshly popped and salted popcorn to a teenaged young man, the five girls following me, Farah licking her lips nervously. “I’m an officially licensed sex inspector and I need a private space to continue my interview with these ladies. Do you have an office or storeroom I could use?”

“Certainly, sir,” she smiled. “Follow me.”

Stepping out from behind the counter, the redhead led me and the five young woman towards a door marked ‘Staff Only,’ my eyes on her tight ass beneath her black uniform skirt.

“Here you are, sir,” she beamed, opening the door. “This is our break room, but we hardly ever use it, being as busy as we are.”

“Very nice,” I nodded looking around, the room lined with file cabinets and dominated with a table with six folding chairs about it. There was even a small fridge humming in the corner.

“Always glad to be of service to the Home Office,” the redhead said, stepping aside as the young women filed in behind me, their gazes flickering over the room.

“Thank you, Melanie,” I smiled, reading her name tag. “Although – I will need you to stay as well.”

“Sir?” her smile faltered.

“You heard me young lady,” I said.

“I – Yes, sir. Of course, sir,” the redhead nodded, closing the door and joining the five young women by the table.

“Now,” I began, smiling pleasantly the lovely women gathered before me, “As per the Sexual Offences Act of 2014 and the regulating Investigation and Processing Code, I have complete discretion to search all of you for any transgressions of the law and administer the applicable sanction for any I find – No matter how much you may object. Ignorance of the law is no excuse. For instance, Farah here is already in over her head as is Melanie, in case none of you noticed her lack of brassiere.” The redhead’s cheeks paled, her light brown eyes widening. “Any questions? Or shall we get started?”