First day at Society High

It was a few weeks later that Jim found himself back in Switzerland.

The weeks in between had been fairly dull. The only exciting thing was the letter from the Society that he was accepted as a member, and should arrive at Society High on this very date.

The letter had also told him what to bring, or rather not to bring. It simply stated that he was allowed to bring clothes for three days of traveling and personal items that could fit within two shoeboxes. Nothing else was allowed and would be taken from him when he arrived.

Now he stood in front of a giant, but unmarked, X-shaped building on the main street of a middle-sized Swiss town. It was a few minutes to nine o'clock and he had to be there at nine — and as usual no concrete instructions were given, just the street address of the building.

He looked around and saw around an additional 100 young males walking towards the building. "Great," he thought, "no females."

As Jim came closer to the glass doors, they slid silently open. He noticed that the doors were about 10 cm thick. A few steps later the door closed behind him and a tough looking guard looked at him and said, "Welcome, Mr. Johnson. How many pieces of luggage do you have?"

Jim answered that he had one bag. He was handed a metallic tag and told to put it on his luggage and leave it to the right where a lot of luggage was standing.

The guard looked at him again, and Jim could not stop himself saying, "Those doors don't really look like regular glass doors".

The guard smiled and said, "Well, they are not, son. You have to enter your data in room N01-15. That is North wing first floor, eighth door on your right. North wing is to your right."

Jim thanked the guard and left to find the room.

A few moments later he had found it and entered. As he entered, a man sitting at a desk looked at his display and said, "Welcome, Mr. Johnson. Please take console 19".

With that he waved Jim further into the room. It was filled with computers with clear numeric markings.

Jim quickly found number nineteen and was met with a questionnaire. It asked him about what he liked within a broad set of topics such as food, leisure-time activities, books and the like.

After 30 minutes, the computer beeped and a message on the screen told him to go meet his handler, Linda, in S07-27. It further told him that it was a room on the seventh floor in the south wing - the fourteenth door from the centre on his left side. At last it said that the elevators were in the centre of the building.

Jim found the elevator and went to the appointed room. Naturally his handler Linda was the same Linda he had met during his audition.

She opened the door and let him in. She was dressed in some sort of cover-alls. He was in a small hall/kitchen combo; obviously this was Linda's dorm room.

As he gave her a quick peck on her chin, she whispered in mock anger, "Well, that wasn't a friendly welcome to an old acquaintance."

Before Jim could react, she hugged him tightly and French kissed him. Needless to say, Jim was pleasantly surprised.

"Now," she continued, "that was an appropriate greeting!"

Jim could only nod, blushingly.

Linda said that she was wearing the coveralls because she had just arrived in her room from some mechanic lessons and told him that there was an envelope for him at the kitchen table.

Jim turned to find the envelope, and as he turned back he dropped the envelope on the floor. Before him Linda walked towards one of the rooms in the back unembarrassed over being naked, as her coverall lay on the floor behind her.

As she heard the noise, she turned and noticed his glance (and probably also the bulge in his pants).

She smirked, "Well, if you are really nice, you might be able to talk yourself into a piece of this."

And with that she made the typical product presentation wave towards her own body.

Jim was speechless, but his blushing cheeks told Linda that she had his attention.