Julie sat in The Society Director's antechamber nervously drumming her fingers on a file folder almost an inch thick. She glanced at her watch. 2:59. She wouldn't have much longer to wait. She had heard about The Society from an old boyfriend. He had been a member before he met her, but he lost his job and couldn't afford the dues anymore. He told her stories she could hardly believe.
The Society was, the way he told it, the ultimate sexual match-making service. They would set members up for blind one-night stands, but with the pairings designed to perfectly compliment the desires of the people involved. He had told her that he had the best sex of his life while he was a member. As she looked back, she realized that in a way, that's why their relationship didn't last. He had had a taste of perfection, and nothing else would quite ever measure up. For her, that was as good a recommendation as she could think of. She had to experience it for herself. After she had broken up with him, they remained friends, and she approached him asking about how to join. He said he would refer her. That was a year and a half ago.
A moment later, as if on cue, the light on the door changed from red to green and a muted chime sounded. Julie took a deep breath. This was it. She had waited for this moment for over a year. Had prepared for weeks. It had to be perfect. She stood up. She was dressed in a conservative business suit and skirt, her long red hair pulled up into a bun on top of her head. She had white stockings on and a pair of white 3 inch heels. She put on an air of confidence and strode towards the door and opened it.
The Director was a middle aged, bald, slightly German looking man. He was seated behind a large oak desk. In front of it was a padded arm chair. He gestured Julie towards it. She shut the door and took her seat.
The Director spoke, his voice was slightly high pitched, and had a European accent Julie couldn't quite identify.
"Good afternoon, miss Julie."
She cleared her throat and answered nervously, "Good afternoon."
"At this point in the application process, it goes without saying that you are familiar with The Society, its purpose, and its rules. And yet, I feel the need to stress the importance of them. The Society is an organization dedicated to serving our members' needs. In order to do so safely and effectively, we must insist on a certain openness on behalf of our members and applicants. In order to function, we must know you better than you know yourself. You have had a hint of this in the meticulousness of the application you are holding now." Julie glanced down at the folder in her hand.
"Knowing our members as well as we do imposes on us a burden to jealously safeguard our members' privacy. No one outside this office will know anything of you beyond your first name. At the same time, you must not seek to invade the privacy of any other Society member. Our members are like you. They have lives outside of The Society as you do. Those lives are none of your concern any more than your life is any of theirs."
"Safety is, of course, paramount. You've undergone medical screening. It is imperative that you do not invalidate that screening through inappropriate contact with those outside of The Society. If you self-report any incidents, you will be suspended for an appropriate quarantine period and re-screened before being able to resume any activities. Failure to self-report any incidents, or indeed violation of any of the rules of The Society will result in immediate expulsion. There will be no appeal. Rest assured all the rules and restrictions of The Society apply equally to every member, regardless of race, gender, orientation or any other factor."
"You will be contacted via electronic mail with assignments. You are expected to be punctual. There is a phone number to call in emergencies. After, you are invited, but not required, to share any feedback you have, also via electronic mail. You will have no other contact with anyone in this office. I will be the first, and last, Society representative you will ever meet."
"Your first annual dues of $9250 have already been electronically debited from your savings account. Please do not be alarmed." Julie's eyes grew as big as saucers when she heard this. Her financial details were in the bundle of paper she had in her hands. How did they know? "It is April, please be prepared for your dues to be collected again next April 1st. We will send you a reminder in March."
"Before you turn in your application for review, please take a moment to think and, if necessary, revise any of your answers."
The Director fell silent and leaned back in his chair. Julie looked down at the folder in her hands. Everything about her was written down. Her complete history - medical, educational, financial, sexual, occupational... There were free-form response sections detailing every proclivity she had, sexual and mundane. She had been more open about herself in the papers in the folder than she had ever been with anyone in her life. It was a complete dossier. It was Julie, in paper form. She could not think of anything that was in there that was incorrect or incomplete.
She cleared her throat and spoke, trying to make her voice as determined as she could. "No, Sir. I don't believe there's anything I need to change."
"Very well. Please leave your application on the desk on your way out. You will be contacted on its disposition when it is processed. Good day."
She stood and walked over to the desk. She was about to turn everything about herself over to a man she had never met, who represented an organization so secret that it even had no real name, and yet had a membership waiting list that took her longer than a year to wait through. She hesitated a moment in front of the desk before her trembling hands placed the folder on the corner. She looked once more at the man behind the desk. He showed no reaction at all. She turned around and walked to the door and left.
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Two weeks went by. Julie buried herself in her work and tried not to think about The Society. The weekends were hardest. She watched TV and went to the gym between checking her e-mail.
Finally, Friday evening she checked her e-mail and discovered a new one. The subject was simply "Society activity: Saturday Evening." She quickly opened it and read it, her heart beating quickly. It was dry and perfunctory. It simply said she was to go to a particular address at 7:00 pm. She could dress how she liked - she would be changing into appropriate attire when she arrived. Further instructions would await her upon her arrival. She quickly looked up the address on the Internet. It was in an industrial section of town. It would take her 20 minutes to get there, but she decided she would leave at 6:00. She didn't want to be late for her first... activity? What would it be? The e-mail said nothing other than when and where. She fixed herself a frozen dinner and sat down in front of the TV. She watched, but her mind wouldn't allow her to pay attention to anything beyond her upcoming appointment. The suspense was killing her. Finally, she turned off the TV and went to bed. Her last thoughts as she drifted off to sleep were that if they knew her as well as they did, then her deepest fantasy might very well be played out tomorrow night. She thought this and her pussy started to feel warmer.
She spent Saturday cleaning her apartment to try and keep busy while she waited. She set an alarm for 5:00 to remind her to get ready, but by 11:00, she realized how unnecessary that was going to be. The day crawled by as she busied herself. Finally, at 5:00, she turned her energies to getting herself ready. She took a long shower and spent a long time brushing her hair. She decided to leave it down and wear just jeans and a plain T-shirt. After all, the note - which she had re-read at least a dozen times - had said that she would be changing anyway.
At 6:00, she got in her car and drove to the address in the e-mail. The neighborhood was almost deserted. She had no trouble finding parking on the street nearby. It was 6:30. Should she go early? She decided to wait in the car, but after 20 minutes, she couldn't wait any longer. She got out, locked the car, and walked over to the front door of the building.