Follow him to his office

"Unit 34B, that's me," George called out as Rebecca approached hesitantly across the nearly empty corner of the mall parking lot.

He'd chosen this spot carefully—far enough from the main entrances to avoid heavy foot traffic, but not so isolated that it would trigger immediate alarm bells. The "mobile screening office" was nothing more than his dented 2008 Honda Odyssey minivan with tinted windows and a magnetic sign he'd had custom-made: "Infidelity Inspection Services - Confidential Screenings."

Rebecca squinted at the van, clutching her purse a little tighter. "This is... your office?"

"Mobile unit," George corrected smoothly, patting the side of the van with pride. "We find clients are more comfortable in a private setting away from prying eyes. Discretion is our top priority." He opened the side door with a flourish. "Please, have a seat. I just need to get some preliminary information before we begin."

Inside, George had transformed the back of the van into what resembled a makeshift examination room. He'd removed the back seats and installed a padded examination table covered with a clean white sheet. A small desk with a laptop sat in the corner, alongside what appeared to be medical equipment—blood pressure cuffs, stethoscopes, and various devices that had no actual purpose but looked official.

Rebecca hesitated at the threshold, peering inside with obvious apprehension.

"Is this... standard procedure?" she asked, her voice betraying her unease.

"Absolutely," George assured her, his tone professional despite the throbbing in his pants. "The Department of Marital Integrity has strict protocols for these screenings. I can show you my credentials if that would make you more comfortable."

He produced a laminated ID card with the made-up department logo—a simple design he'd created and printed at Kinko's last week. Rebecca's eyes scanned it briefly before nodding, her inhibitions partially subdued by George's persuasive abilities.

"All right," she conceded, climbing awkwardly into the van.

"Excellent. Please, have a seat on the examination table while I prepare the paperwork," George instructed, closing the van door behind her with a satisfying click.

As Rebecca perched uncertainly on the edge of the padded table, George took a moment to appreciate his catch. She was wearing a simple blouse and jeans that did little to hide her curvy figure. Her face was pretty in an understated way—the kind of woman who didn't turn heads when entering a room but revealed her beauty up close. Her wedding ring glinted under the van's interior lights.

"So, Rebecca," George began, sitting at his small desk and opening his laptop with an air of professionalism, "how long have you been married?"

"Six years," she replied, watching as he appeared to type her response into some kind of form.

"And would you describe your marriage as satisfying? Sexually, emotionally, financially?"

Rebecca shifted uncomfortably. "I mean... yes? Normal, I guess. We have our ups and downs like anyone."

George nodded gravely, typing nothing but making it appear as though her answers were being cataloged in some official database. "And how often do you engage in sexual intercourse with your husband?"

"I—" Rebecca's cheeks flushed. "Is that really necessary information?"

"I'm afraid so," George replied, his expression serious. "Sexual satisfaction is the primary indicator of potential infidelity risk. The more detailed you can be, the more accurate our assessment."

Rebecca swallowed hard. "Maybe once a week? Sometimes less if work is stressful."

"I see," George said, nodding as though this confirmed some scientific hypothesis. "And do you achieve orgasm during these encounters?"

"That's very personal," Rebecca protested weakly.

"All our questions are scientifically validated indicators," George explained patiently. "I understand they may seem invasive, but they're essential to an accurate assessment. Everything remains strictly confidential."

Rebecca sighed, her resistance wearing down under the perceived legitimacy of the procedure. "Not always. Maybe... half the time?"

"And do you masturbate to compensate for this deficit?"

Rebecca's blush deepened. "I really don't see—"

"The body has needs, Rebecca," George interrupted smoothly. "When those needs aren't met within the confines of marriage, the risk factors for infidelity increase exponentially. These questions help us establish your baseline sexual function."

After a long pause, Rebecca mumbled, "Sometimes."

"Excellent, thank you for your honesty," George said, feeling his cock straining against his pants. "Now, we'll need to move on to the physical examination portion. This allows us to measure your physiological responses to various stimuli, which helps determine your susceptibility to extramarital temptation."

Rebecca's eyes widened. "Physical examination? You didn't mention that before."

"It's standard procedure," George assured her. "Nothing invasive—just monitoring your vital signs and autonomic responses. I'll need you to change into this examination gown." He produced a thin paper gown from a drawer, similar to those used in doctor's offices but significantly shorter and more revealing.

"Change? Here?" Rebecca looked around the confined space of the van.

"I can step outside if you prefer," George offered, knowing she would likely decline given they were in a parking lot. "Or I can turn around. The assessment requires proper access to monitoring points on your body, I'm afraid. The gown is designed specifically for this procedure."