Walk there, it's right around the corner!

You shut your door behind you and look out along the road. The excitement of the coffee shop simply grows the boner you've had all morning. Not only is the morning a busy time full of customers, but today should be Felicity's shift, and she's training that new CN3 girl, whatever her name was. Honestly you wouldn't mind inspecting either of them!

You're so caught up in your dreams of the rest of the morning that you don't even notice the jogger in front of you. She practically slams into you, "excuse me!" she says, whipping you in the shoulder with her ponytail as she brushes past.

"No, excuse me!" You call after her, and she stops her jog. She's a fit, slender woman with a long, black ponytail. You see her IDTag is attached to her jogging shirt at the waist. She's already a few feet away, so you can't read it from here, but your Scanner can. You level the scanner at her tag and read the output:

Name Misaki Arthurs
CitizenNumber 7
SocialJob Confiscator

Figures that she's your same CN; your neighborhood is pretty much CN6 through 8s. "Hey Misaki, come here." You call out, beckoning with your finger. "I need to Inspect you... " You reference the Job Duties list. "... briefly!" You can't help but snicker at this last bit, and send notice of the Inspection to her scanner. This sweaty jogger's handful titties won't compare to Felicity's milky, CN6 C cups waiting for you in the café, but there's no reason you can't start squeezin' right away!

Misaki the jogger jogs a few paces back to you and as she reads the Body Inspection notice on her scanner, she frowns. "Alright, go ahead, but be brief."

"Then take that sweaty top off quick, Citizen!" She sighs and lifts the hem of her running shirt up over her head. She's got a tight sports bra on underneath."That one too!" You snap your fingers at her chest.

"Ugh," she groans though she complies, perky little B cups plopping out of her sports bra. "Is that what you're looking f..." she stops short at the feeling of your fingers grabbing her little tits and squeezing them as hard as you can! "Aaaaiiiiiii!" She shrieks so loud, you wonder if the customers in line at the coffee shop could hear it. She pulls away but your grip is tight!

"Hang on a sec Misaki, I'm not quite done..." You clench your right hand even harder, "...with my Brief..." you slide your hand down her torso, around her back, and into her pants "...Inspection!" you finish your sentence, gripping her butt cheek with your left hand. You squeeze back and forth, titty, ass, titty, ass, titty, each one as hard as you can. Each one sparking a new little grimace on the CN7's pink-cheeked face. "Hmmm, I see." You say to yourself, as if your Brief Inspection requires some kind of introspection.

"Butt's nice, but I like the tit better." You announce, and turn on your heels towards the coffee shop.

Misaki is left standing topless and sweaty on the sidewalk in front of your house. Her left tit is especially red.