Kat, your neighbor across the hall.

Your neighbor directly across the hall seems like the most likely bet, just by proximity. Thankfully, your erection has subsided, so you just look schlubby, not perverted. Part of you thinks you probably could walk around with a boner given what the papers said about how people will react to your new title, but you don't really want to test that on your neighbor right now.

Tossing your phone, both phones actually, into your pocket, you step out into the hall and knock on Kat's door. After a minute, it opens just enough for a narrow, youthful face with shoulder-length, wavy auburn hair to appear in the gap.

"I wondered if it might be the man of the hour!" Kat greets you with a warm smile. The two of you have never been friends, exactly -- you don't hang out together -- but you've always gotten on well when you see each other in the hallway. "Congratulations on the new gig! Does this mean I'm the very first inspection?!"

Suddenly, an image of Kat comes to your mind unbidden, fresh from her morning run. Her shorts hug her thighs and ass, accentuating them while showing off her toned calves. Her sports bra presses holds her tits almost flat against her chest, but you can tell they yearn to break free. Of course you've masturbated to that image several times and wondered what she looks like minutes later, when she gets in her apartment and strips down to shower. She could be the first inspection. You could see her naked form for yourself right now.

Trying to focus on why you came out here, you stammer, "Oh... uh... No I... I was just wondering if you saw anyone at my door in the past few minutes?"

"No, sorry," she responds, shaking her head with a thoughtful frown. The movement bounces her hair around a little. "I've been puttering around my apartment all morning, though. Does this have something to do with the new job?"

"Yeah, someone dropped off some paperwork and stuff, but I didn't see who it was or get to talk to them or anything. It's all just a little... mysterious."

"Strange. You're sure you're not thinking about inspecting me?" she asks, glancing pointedly at your crotch.

Suddenly you realize that that mental image earlier brought your erection back with a vengeance. You shift instinctively to try to hide it, but there's not much you can do.

Thankfully, Kat doesn't seem bothered by it in the slightest. If anything, she seems amused, though you're not sure that's much better. With a small smirk she comments, "Sweatpants don't lie."