Lunch, of course

"I'll be with you in a minute, I'll just need to get cleaned up", Janine says and points at the mess of cum you left on her cleavage. "Grab some soda from the fountain while you wait. You lost a lot of fluid here", she grins. "Lunch is free on the house for you, just pick whatever you want and I'll bring it to you in a minute"

You grab your soda and sit at a table. You begin to think about your role as a Female Body Inspector. How the hell are you supposed to be able to go through with all of these proficiency tests? You fish out the introductory letter from your bag and reread it. "Oh, it said 'feel free to leave any unnecessary or irrelevant scores blank', so I don't really have to do anything more than I want to! I've been such an idiot", you muse to yourself.

Meanwhile, Janine emerges from the back, takes off the closed sign from the door and comes to take your order. It's already prime lunchtime, so some other customers start to slowly fill up the store. Janine brings you your lunch and you notice two men in the next table stare at her and murmur to each other. You hear one of them say "...see, that's the ugly teenage girl with the K-cups that gives amazing tittyfucks...". So that is the way it really works, you think. Everyone is somehow aware of everything you put in your inspection forms.

You scan the letter for any mention of a form of payment. This is a job, after all. You don't find any mention of salary, and it occurs to you that this position is a reward in itself. Still, you wonder, if there could be a way to monetize this for something more than free lunches...