Inspect Nadia's mall rat friends, Codi first, then Jasmine

"Codi, Jasmine, stand up." You fill in the names at the top of both sheets.

Codi mutters some more. "Fuck, I prolly have Made-up Condition too or something awful..."

Nadia sniffles and steps aside, but Casey just sits on the couch watching excitedly.

Jasmine stands up, but slowly, still distracted with her phone game. You just wait, no need to put her in her place now. She'll pay for making you wait when you factor it in to her inspection scores. She probably knows it, too.

"Hey, sorry John, it's just, I'm close to the high score for the morning harvest."

"Understood, you have your priorities. We'll just pause your inspection and move along with Codi. Codi, your clothes are really awful."

"Wow, fuck." Codi doesn't know what to say, but slips off her oversized t-shirt and high-wasted shorts. Wearing only her thong underwear, she's looking much better. She cups her little breasts in her hands and shrugs disappointedly. "Wish I had big old tits like that chick." She frowns at Tova and her floppy apron sideboob. "Or even just less tiny tits, like Nadia's."

Just like the job offer said, your scores are affecting not just the women you assign them to, but the whole world's view of attractiveness. You wouldn't say you haven't been taking this seriously, but you might admit you hadn't considered the extent of your power. It really just means you're gonna have to be honest with your scores. You honestly rate Tova's big floppy tits higher than Codi's little chest bumps.

"Yeah, bummer Codi. Maybe you could make up for it somehow though." Codi is obviously heartbroken. You can see from her quivering lip. She keeps a steady scowl on her face though and just bounces on her tiptoes, jiggling her little titties up and down.

"Make up for it like this, mister FBI Inspector sir?" She raises her voice and exaggerates the jiggle bounces. Jasmine just keeps playing her phone game.

"You a virgin, Codi?" You ask, hooking your finger into the wasteband of her underwear and pulling her towards you.

"Mostly." You're kinda scared to ask a brooding girl like Codi exactly what that means.

"K, well get ready." You bend Codi over the waiting area magazine table and pull her undies to her ankles. You slowly slide the tip of your dick into her tight little slit, and the both of you shudder at the feeling. Once the head pushes all the way in, you can't hold back, and you pump her with your cock while you pull her hips towards you with your hands.

"Aiii!! Aiii!! Aiii!!" She shrieks little yelps of delight as you pound away and she squeezes you tight with her thighs and her warm, sticky pussy. You might give Codi a decent score after all. She's going to bring you to orgasm soon.

You get closer and closer, ramming her harder and slower, and with every thrust she shrieks out a little. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhmm! MMhh! MMmh! ... Wait, wait."

You can't believe it, moments from coming this idiot bitch interrupts you, for what?

"Hang on try this." She climbs up onto you, wrapping her head and arms around your shoulders and clenching your waist with her thighs. She pulls up on your shoulders for just a second, her hard little nipples tracing lines up your chest. Then she settles down onto your very hard cock, and bounces there while you almost fall over. "ooo! eeee! ooo! ahhhh JOoooooooooohhhnnnnn....." and after a few more bounces on your dick, you both gush your juices at once.

As you spill over onto the couch, Katia shakes her head in mock disapproval. "Mostly a virgin?"

You sprawl out your naked body under Codi's and over Casey's lap. You start filling in Codi's scores. Jasmine, now done swiping, puts her phone down and waits.

Name: Codi Kichnir Age: 20

Attractiveness: 6/10

Breasts: 4/10

Mouth: 6/10 - Oral Proficiency: __/10

Vagina: 10/10 - Vaginal Proficiency: 9/10

Ass: 6/10 - Anal Proficiency: __/10

Handjob Proficiency: __/10

Vocalization: 9/10

You don't have anything special to add in the way of notes, so you hand it to her. She simply nods as she reads down the page. Casey points at the 10/10 and says "Wow girl you got the model vaj!" She looks more excited about it than Codi, but Codi seems satisfied with herself, not a normal look on her usually sullen face.

Now Jasmine looks impatient, reaching for her phone in her pocket, looking around the mall at the shoppers. She seems to want you to inspect her but to not have to spend any time or attention on it. You wrote her name at the top of the page earlier, so you do need to finish it up.

"Jasmine, are you a virgin?" It's not on the paperwork but if you ask it, they answer you.

Jasmine looks at the ground and coyly around in a circle before landing her deep brown eyes somewhere on your chest and saying "nooo, but you get that Codi wasn't either, right?"

"I'll be inspecting every last part of you, Jasmine, so where would you like to start?"

"Every part? Like, no butt stuff though, right?"

"And we'll do it out there in the mall breezeway so everyone can see better."

"Seriously, John, you don't mean every hole, right?"

You put your arm around her shoulder and walk her out the door into the mall corridor. The various people walking by don't seem to mind your state of undress and sticky dripping, though many of them do recognize you as the FBI. Jasmine looks good in her stylized tennis outfit, the short skirt showing off her smooth, tan legs, but you remember you've already begun the inspection, so you yank it off and reveal her pink cotton panties.

"Come on John, I want a good score but is this really what you want from me?"

Now that you have her full attention, you answer her as condescendingly and sarcastically as possible. "Yeah Jasmine, I was really hoping that after you ignored your inspection to get a high score on the 'morning harvest' you would at least be clothed and complaining for as long as possible."

"Oh. Gotcha. Fuck." Now she gets it.