No way. Casey is yours now.

"You what? You're saving yourself for marriage? You're a good girl?"

Her playful attitude is gone, replaced with a fearful, pitiful look. She says, "yeah, actually."

You simply laugh. The scores you give out should be affecting the world, but apparently the scores you've given Jasmine and the others in 'enthusiasm' haven't been skewed enough to sway this wannabe prude. She's still standing there with the scissors held delicately against her only button, though she's slumped a bit from her initially proud, chest-thrusting stance, and is frowning at you.

So you reach out and slap her hand, and the blades of the salon scissors come together, the little plastic button drops off her chest, and her makeshift tube top falls away, her perky teen titties flopping out for your enjoyment, and for your judgment.

"Oh wow, Mister FBI please, I am all about looking good and having fun but this..."

You don't care what she has to say anymore. When you met her, she was dressed like a dork and acted like a slut, and now she's dressed like a slut but acting like a dork. It's not about her anymore, though. It's about how her scores will influence the next hotties you meet while Inspecting. "7 out of 10 on tits, Codi. I'm still trying to decide about her attitude."

"Casey, you had this in the bag girl," says Codi, shaking her head as she puts the score down on paper. "Why tank it now?"

"I bet I know why," you say, still not letting Casey get a word in. "She's got some kind of awful condition, for sure." You reach out and tweak her tit, twisting the soft flesh of her pink areola, and she grimaces.

"Lemme guess," says Codi, who seems to be learning your ways while acting as your secretary and accomplice. "Casey has cummm....ummmmm...minsidtis."

You and Casey both look at Codi, incredulous, though for quite opposite reasons. You don't wanna jump the gun, but Codi might be a protégé-in-training.

"Yeah, cumminsidtis," you say, kinda thrilled that Codi's helping, "wherein a girl acts like a bitch inversely relative to how much cum she has inside her."

"Oh, dude, please, mister, no. That can't be right. Are you even a real effin' doctor?"

Without warning, you pull the half-naked little cutie up to you, and slide your boner up under her miniskirt. "Nooooooooo!" She yelps and wriggles on your dick and you feel her tight, virgin pussy squeeze your throbbing meat like a vice, no matter how badly she thinks she wants you out of there.

"Mmmmm, yeah, give her a 9 in pussy tightness, Codi. She's not totally lacking in good qualities, despite being a closeted prude." You rip her skirt off and fuck her harder. "Actually, Codi, give her a 9 in 'outfit'. That'll do it for the good scores though. What other categories are left Codi?"

Casey is crying, moaning, groaning, and slowly moving her fingers down to her vulva while you pound her pussy. "Unnnngggggg dude it feels sooooo fucking good. This was supposed to happen so much later, maybe 20, 21, with a good, Christian husband, and with..."

"Give this bitch a 0 in 'talking dirty', Codi. Fuck." You hold the little teen by her cute little waist while you pound her some more. The rest of the salon and Nadia's friends all just watch, equal parts wide-eyed surprise and studious squinting.

Codi puts her hand on your shoulder and says, "she did try real hard on her look for you, man. Maybe cum inside her so she quits acting like such an ice cube? It would be a kindness, you know, and maybe help balance out the the rest of her scores."

As you spurt loads of sticky gunk into the cute, **** teen in front of you, you are thinking just as much about about how tight Casey's stolen virginity feels on your dick as you are about Codi and her wierdly predatory help.

"Oh God, thank God it's over. I hope you liked it, though, sir. My sanctity was very important to..."

"It's definitely not over," you say, flipping her around and slipping your cock into her virgin ass.

"Ahhhhhiiiiiiiiii??! whyyyyiiiiiiiiiiii?!" she screeches, clawing at the leather chair in front of her.

"Haha, she obviously still needs more cum inside her to counteract the severe Cumminsidtis," says Codi. "Is a 7 in vaginal sex good sir?"

"Give her an 8 in tightness and a 3 in sex, actually, Codi." You won't last long in her ass, but she doesn't deserve any points there either. You're doing all the work.

When you cum inside her again, she turns around, looks over her shoulder, and says, "thank you, mister FBI. I'm glad you liked my outfit, but I'm sorry for being such a prude. Now that I've had my fill of your dick, I think I'll..."

"Damn you're annoying, Casey. Give her a 0 in whatever you want, Codi. Girls should dress like this bitch, but nothing else."

Codi goes to work on the scores, muttering things like, "obedience," or "cock-worship" as she jots down a bunch of low scores for her poor friend Casey. Meanwhile, Casey's whiny self-reflection goes unfinished, as you slam your dick into the next hole, her cute little lip-glossed mouth.

Your cock is nasty at this point, and you know that because you can see it in Casey's eyes as your still raging boner slams in and out of her wet little throat. She gags with every thrust, and at some point Codi simply says, "0 in oral, right?"

"Weird that a hottie saving herself for marriage isn't also the world's best cock-sucker by age 19," you say, shrugging. It almost feels like someone is out there scoring this bitch oppositely and encouraging this kind of bullshit.

You pull out, smack her face with your sticky, smelly dick, and put it back in.

Casey's gagging gets worse, and you're getting tired of still having to do all the work, but then you feel a couple huge soft mounds of flesh press against your back, and Tova's arms reach around in front of you. The busty girl has come up behind you and she takes Casey's pretty little head and pulls it in hard, practically suffocating the poor girl on your crotch.

"Hell yeah," you say, climaxing and dumping a third hot load in the cutie Casey.

Her cuminsidtis-induced attitude should be lessened greatly now, with the tons of cum you've dumped inside her.

Casey steps back from your cock, licking her lips to get the cum dribbles off. She wipes her mouth with her finger and straightens up, standing as tall as a shorty like her can, and she says, "thanks for showing me what I've been missing, Inspector."

"Give this bitch a zero in consistency," you say. Codi shrugs and submits the scores.

As soon as the scoring is complete, Casey frowns, dejected, and says, "I thought a makeover would be enough to get a good score, sir. I didn't really understand, even after seeing Jasmine's cummagnetism. I guess I have some work to do, on myself, not just my clothes. I hope you'll inspect me again some day." She looks genuinely contrite.

You look around the salon, feeling like your work there is done.