Inspect the CN8 manager, Tiffany

"Don't worry, Ms O, it'll be 'brief'." You tell her as she steps over the chocolate-skinned, chocolate syrup-covered, CN2 teen mess on the rug in front of you.

You rise to your feet and indicate the coffee table in front of you. Tiffany Oliphander steps up onto the table, bringing her lovely D cups to your eye level. Once you start inspecting, the timer is ticking, so you act fast. Your grab each side of her button-down with each hand, and rip it apart as hard as you can. The buttons all come undone as you hoped, one flying off to land somewhere in a corner. Underneath is her lacy, underwire bra, though, and you're pretty sure you can't rip that one in half.

"Take off the rest so I can complete this Inspection." She removes the blazer, the already half-removed shirt, and her bra, and waits patiently. While she was busy, you refreshed yourself on the Log's criteria:

Size Rating: 0---5---11
Shape Rating: 0---5---11
Firmness Rating: 0---5---11
Jiggle Rating: 0---5---11
Attire Choice: 0---5---11
Compliance: 0---5---11
Additional Comments: [____]

What? 0-11? Is this yet another result of your feedback?

You squeeze, heft, and massage Tiffany's wonderful titties, and they respond like a dream. They jiggle and bounce as big titties ought to and for a moment it feels like everything is right in the world. That moment gets even better when you shove your face in the center of Tiffany's welcoming bosom and press each of her pillow tits against your head. You stay right there until the Inspection is over, and file the Log. Nines on everything to do with this woman's breasts. You pause on the attire, looking for anything to appreciate at all about her cheap, boring suit. It's the fact that at least you can see some legs that keeps from putting a 0, but as you're tapping in the 1, you remember, this is about her attire where her tits are concerned. So that's a 0. You finish the Log and send it in.

You're wondering what you wanna do to complete the second of the two Brief Inspections of a CN8 or lower's tits (it feels like a waste to use it on a 7 or lower who you can Inspect infinitely due to basic rules anyway.) The wrecked and dominated T'Kimberly at your feet reminds you, your RJDs are powerful, but very limited compared to the core tenets of the Social Job. You're wrested from this daydreaming by Tiffany muttering to herself. She's looking at her scanner, reading something.

"Alright, this means I'll knock out another RJD too," she says apparently to herself. She's just finished restoring her suit, save the one missing button. "Confiscate low-Inspector-rated attire from anyone your CN or lower, last one." You can't believe your eyes as she then proceeds to remove her shoddy, grey blazer. You're aware she's in a term as Confiscator but this is still unexpected. She unbuttons, untucks and removes her shirt, and finally, gloriously, unhooks her bra, discarding all of this on the floor next to T'Kimberly. She fluffs her long blonde hair playfully, perhaps feeling satisfied at the freedom of it, at completing her RJD, you can't be sure, but you don't care either. Your wonderful job is having a ripple effect on your surroundings. You've never seen RJDs be the focus of so many peoples' time to this degree before. Then again, you've never been so enthused to complete yours either.

T'Kimberly seems to be attempting a recovery, and rises to her feet, steadying her weary body on the armchair next to her. You see blue on her scanner screen, and so does she. After she reads it, she looks up at you and bites her tongue, swallowing hard. "I think." Whatever it is, she's having trouble saying it. You twiddle her nipple and lick the syrup off your fingers while she stutters through it. "I think I'ma Adjust you, sir."

You blink. This can't be right. You've been faithfully doing your Social Job. Why should she adjust you? You think back on all your actions, wondering where you might have slipped. Or was this one of those rare and infamously unlucky moments where you fit the bill perfectly for someone else's particularly rude or powerful RJD?

She continues, sniffling awkwardly, "I'm adjusting you, someone with a higher CN than mine, up one CN for reporting an Obstruction of Social Job Duties. That's my last RJD on the list for now."

Hah! The power you have found in this new SJ is enough to fuel yet another massive boner all by itself. You continue playing with T'Kimberly's tits and watch your IDTag change. CN8. Just as 7 had been until now, 8 is the highest CN you've ever had.

The door to the café swings open, little bell dangling in the otherwise quiet room. Sara de la Nuit strides in. An hour ago, you thought CN 12 was a miracle or a hoax of some kind, but now, seeing the Adjustor General come through so soon after your own Adjustment, it suddenly seems like a reasonable, near-term goal for you. You're still honking T'Kimberly's boob, waiting for Sara to walk up and adjust you up another CN, when she walks right past you and shoves your arm aside, ending your hold on the little boobies you'd been enjoying.

"Congratulations, Adjustor." She's addressing T'Kimberly. "I'm Adjusting you up for successfully completing your RJDs." T'Kimberly wipes a tear from her eye. And some chocolate. Probably a drop or two of your jizz too. The CN on her IDTag goes from 2 to 3, and she smiles.

You smile too, but you're smiling because you're busy tapping out a couple of Obstruction Reports. You've always been able to file these, but really never have. It's just that you've never experienced much obstruction...no it's not that. There were plenty of people who acted like they didn't hear you when you tried to Claim their Spot on a train, or at a restaurant. When you were a Traffic Coordinator, almost everyone tried to ignore you! You realize you've never filed these before because you've never known you could benefit in so many ways from doing it.

The first report you file is on CN12 Sara de la Nuit, for obstructing your ongoing Inspection of T'Kimberly Tanner by physically interjecting.

The next report you file is on Alexandra Mendez, for obstructing your ability to complete your Rotating Job Duty by lying about the size of her little titties.

While your scanner's out, you decide to submit T'Kimberly's Inspection Log, giving her pretty high marks on most stuff, especially oral performance. This qualifies as one of the five standard Inspections you're supposed to do for one of your RJDs. You can finish the other one now, though.

You crack your knuckles and survey the room. Since you've become a CN8, the RJD that had once seemed so useful was now just another box to check. Your quick stop at the coffee shop has lasted all morning, but you also like the idea of possibly getting really any new RJD to help you decide your next destination for the day. The RJD you are looking to complete says The BI will Briefly Inspect any Citizen's Breasts where the Inspectee's CN is 8 or lower. (1/2)