No time for a retest: you've got coeds to inspect!

You briefly considered giving Denise her chance to impress you, but you weren't entirely sure if she even could given her lack of experience or desire for men.

...Okay, so it was really mostly because you wanted to start fucking college chicks as soon as possible, but it would have been a tough sell regardless. So you keep writing, telling the older woman, "Sorry, don't have time for one now. I've got a busy day ahead of me."

"Oh," Denise says with a defeated sigh, "Yeah, I get it. I wouldn't want to keep you from doing your job. Maybe some other time?"

"Maybe," you say neutrally. You aren't even sure if you will see her again, but if you did a more thorough examination might be in order. For now though, you have more urgent matters to attend to. Quickly finishing her evaluation sheet, you take it off the clipboard, then tuck your clipboard under your arm and open the car door, holding the form out to her with your other hand, "Here's your results. Have a good day."

Name: Denise Age: 32

Attractiveness: 5/10

Breasts: 5/10

Mouth: __/10 - Oral Proficiency: __/10

Vagina: __/10 - Vaginal Proficiency: __/10

Ass: __/10 - Anal Proficiency: __/10

Handjob Proficiency: 3/10

Vocalization: __/10

________________: __/10

________________: __/10

________________: __/10

________________: __/10

Additional Notes: ______________________________________________________________________________

Inspector's Signature: John Doe

Denise reads over your sheet as you step out of the car and shut the door. Like you expected, she didn't seem very happy with the results. You would be lying if you said you didn't feel a twinge of guilt about this, but you figured it was best to be honest, at least for your first inspection. And as she said, Denise really didn't do much to impress you. At least her tits felt nice.

You see Denise sigh, then pull down her sports bra back down and button up her blouse before pulling away and driving off. Satisfied, you turn and head into the community college. Given that it was a Saturday, it was rather bare, but from what Caitlin told you about her time here, the school did offer weekend classes, as well as on-site housing, a rarity for a community college.

As you walk through the campus, you are stopped by a security guard, a man who looks to be in his thirties. He walks up to you, and looking you over suspiciously asks, "Can I help you, sir?"

You have a brief moment of panic before remembering your new position. Flashing the clipboard so he can see the forms on it, you tell him with your best authoritarian voice, "I'm the new Female Body Inspector. I'm here to perform evaluations on some of the students here. Is that a problem?"

Almost instantly the security guard's demeanor changes, and he says, "Oh, well of course not! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you from so far away. I thought you were a trespasser. Carry on."

"No harm done," you tell him with a grin. Who knows what other places your new position could get you into? Private boardrooms, mansions, government buildings...

You have to fight to stop yourself from daydreaming about the possibilities right this second. You tell yourself that you need to focus, start small, then maybe work your way up as you get a better handle of things. Or just keep fucking college girls until the day you either die or lose this job. Whatever floats your boat.

Speaking of which, you realize that you have no idea where anything is at this school. Knowing a simple solution when you see it, you say to the security guard, "Actually, there is something you can help me with. Where can I find..."