[Prologue](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r5w122/the_organization_prologue_mf/)
Hi all. This is the first chapter of a story I’ve been writing. I’m pretty new to this so any feedback is appreciated. There’s not too much hot in this one but we’ll get there soon. It’s more a function of introducing a lot of the characters. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 1.
Later that month I was instructed to report to Annex Room 309 for orientation after classes were completed. After wrapping up a particularly draining history class with Ms. Willows, a lovely African American woman, I gathered my things and stumbled out of there. I had never had reason to go to room 309 which was located in an ancillary building next to the main hall. It was actually the original building when this area of Virginia was first being built up. Now of course there were some 2000 students and sparkling new facilities as we were close enough to the DC bubble to reap the rewards of lobbyist parents and kids kicked out of private schools.
I was already on the near side of the building and so the first one to arrive. The room was a pretty standard classroom. Projector, white boards, a couple of inoffensive motivational posters. The floor was covered in the classically scuffed linoleum presumably present in every school in the nation. The only unique aspect was the lack of individual desks, instead there were rather low tables screwed into the floor surrounded by chairs. I sat down about halfway back on the right side of the room where I could see people enter and pulled out the scintillating tome comprising “Calculus” by the eminent Gilbert Strang to at least fill the time before others showed up.
A few minutes later the usual suspects started to trickle in. It seems like school operated public service was a popular plea deal in the area. The first to arrive were two of the football players. John Tyler, who I assumed was named after the president, and Alex Carson. John was one of those all American, corn husk looking, Midwestern fellows that’s just about as gosh darn nice as he looks. He was also one of the top tight ends in the State and rumored to be heavily courted to play college. Alex was about as far from that as you could imagine. He was a black, 5’ 6” ball of muscles and rage who would fight you as soon as look at you. Those two had been tight as thieves since middle school. Word down the grapevine was that Alex had started chirping at some gals at an away game, some of the locals wanted to fight about it and John put them all down. Howver, it went, they ended up here.
“Sup Thor, sup Rabbit”
“Go fuck yourself Niko” Alex threw back at me. We had all known each other since we were in elementary school. Never friends but always friendly. I was a bit too much of a stoner/nerd for them though Alex also played on the soccer squad.
“You all know how this works?” I asked.
“Nah dude, figure they’ll just assign whatever odd jobs they need done and send us on our way”
The next to enter were the sisters Squeel. Ashley, Monica, and Cheryl Squeel were triplets of two professors at the university. When they were young they were mostly notable for their pitch when screaming over each other. Most thought they were an odd bunch but it never bothered them, they lived in their own little world. The real truth was that they were all incredibly intelligent. Even money says they tie for valedictorian. All three were around 5’ 4”, slim, with mild curves. They were all pale white with light, auburn hair originally. Though now each one seemed to be trying their hardest to distinguish themselves from the other. Ashley had dyed her long, lightly curled hair strawberry blond, which was actually quite striking with the dark hair of her eyebrows. She tended to dress pretty classically feminine with a penchant for pink. Monica in contrast had dyed her hair black and gone in for the emo look. I’ll be honest, it was pretty hot. Cheryl had kept a more natural look and usually wore her hair up in a variety of fancy buns and hairstyles. Honestly, she wore the princess Leia buns more that is tasteful but whatever, it seems to make her happy. I heard the three of them got pinched printing pretty solid fake IDs.
“Hey Girls”
“Hey Niko, how’s the Calc homework look?”
“It’s fucking gross”
The three giggled and sat at the table in front of me while Alex and John started a game of paper football. Cheryl turned over her shoulder and saw me looking at her. She made a small squeak and then grabbed her Calculus text as well to catch up with her sisters. I had been crushing on her for years but the three of them travelled in a pack and the moment never seemed right. She also had an unfortunate habit of finding me checking her out. Either way, I’d had my share of other girlfriends anyways.
Two guys I didn’t know entered and bee lined to the back. They had something of the Mexican gang look, not that we had gangs here but guys still tried to act hard. They were followed by a few girls who clearly knew them. Two were about relatively tall, long legged, Hispanic beauties. I had seen them around, well I had stared at them from afar, but they were dressed in short jean shorts and dark tops which left little to the imagination. The third member of their group was short, maybe five feet tall but curvy. She had an absolute ass and I swear, John nearly fell out of his seat watching her walk by.
Next in was Katie Peters. She was something of a rebel artist. She was only a few inches shorter than me, rail thin with eyes that pierced your soul. She wore a tights and skirt combination with converse shoes and a jeans jacket over a T-shirt. She immediately joined the group in the back and everything fell into place. I know she had gotten in trouble for graffiti though her art was hardly comparable to the garbage around town. She had covered a wall filled with curse words and crude penises with a mural. I heard she enlisted help but they were still caught with about 30 spray paint cans.
Next was Josh Reynolds. He kept to himself and I honestly didn’t know him except by name. Rumor was he had pulled a knife on a teacher.
Allie Cosgrove came in next. We had grown up as neighbors since her family moved in shortly after we turned 5. Our parents got along really well and so we were constantly sent to play together. Every day for years we were turned out and told to be back before sun down. She was my first kiss, my first date, the person I lost my virginity to. We had probably gone to 70% of school dances together by default. I think our parents thought we’d end up married. Shit we might have thought it too. But alas, life happens. Two years ago her parents were in a car crash. Her mom was able to walk away but her dad suffered some pretty serious injuries. In short he’s got chronic pain, a short temper, and is just a mean bastard now. We had never officially been going out, even at the highest point our relationship was open. But she got sucked in, started working insane hours, and we kinda drifted apart. I don’t even know that we ever had a breakup, just a dissolution. Either way, she saw me and a brief smile flitted across her mouth. I smiled back but she took a seat by the door and put her head down for whatever sleep she could snag.
Luckily the marijuana brigade followed shortly behind. They were the ones I had been caught with on the roof of the school. Jackson Swain was one of those friendly stoner type dudes that everyone loves. He was just easy with a joke and a laugh. Colleen and Camille were also with him. Colleen was about 5’5’’, blonde with blue eyes, and a smile to die for. She was that sort of mildly athletic curvy that made every man’s heart beat faster. She played soccer and stayed in shape with thick thighs and nice ass but still slim overall. Camille was only 5’ 1’’ and just tiny. I think everyone just loved how cute she was, and believe me she was. She and Jackson had been dating for a year at this point. Honestly I loved both of them. I was over at one of their places pretty regularly smoking and playing video games. Colleen had only recently started coming around but she was a great addition though she was the worst at video games. Believe me though, no one could whip up some special brownies like hers. I’m also mildly sure she’s been flirting with me which is kinda awesome. The three of them came and sat down with me. Colleen swooped in for a hug which I returned and she smiled at me while blushing. Jackson and Camille both just slumped into their seats with heavy sighs. It was around then that 3 pm struck but no teacher yet.
A couple more people rushed in and took their seats as the room filled up. I didn’t know most of them except by sight and a few by reputation. A few were in various sports uniforms and some cheerleaders entered and sat with Alex and John. As time ticked by, the chatter slowly rose and eventually I put away my books. Jackson and Camille looked as though they might fall out of their seats considering how high they were. Colleen sat in between Jackson and I looking at her phone.
“Yo Jax.”
“Yooooo”
“Man, when is this supposed to start, you think we’re getting credit hours for this?”
“Duuude”, he responded while Colleen and I looked at him expecting more. At this point Camille started giggling which set Jackson off too. Colleen just turned to me and rolled her eyes.
“I don’t think you’ll be getting an answer”
“Not the first time home girl” I said with a smirk and she laughed.
Finally, the door flew open as though kicked and relatively young teacher, maybe 30, entered while yelling, “Y’all shut up now”
Pulling out a clipboard he attached some sort of sign in sheet and a bunch of packets.
“Here’s the deal, sign your names, fill out the packet with your name on it, and most importantly, shut up. The packets include questionnaires to figure out where we can use you and whether you have valuable skills. Don’t be surprised though if you end up just cleaning Ms. Peter’s paint all year.”
I pulled out a pencil and dutifully started on the weirdest questionnaire of my life. *Why do they need to know my body dimensions?*
“Sir?” a redheaded girl I didn’t know asked, her face looking puzzled and a little flushed. The teacher grunted and nodded.
“Can you tell us who you are, and why does the school need to know our sexual history?”
“Ah, yes. My name is Dr. Hogan. That’s Doctor, not mister.” My distaste grew. “I am administering a new program where instead of incarcerating young adult citizens, we try to redirect their energies into more useful avenues. To do this we need to get to know you as well as we can, your experiences, your skills, and your proclivities. Now, all of you, back to work”
I leaned back over and continued the survey.
*Why do they need to know how many partners I had or how young we were?* I glanced over at Allie and noted that she also looked a little flushed. These questions are getting weird, “*Am I attracted to older women? Am I attracted to men? Would I consider intercourse with a couple? If so, would you consent to contact with the male*? I had never really considered many of these questions. Most of my experiences had been relatively vanilla and I really didn’t know the answers to most of the above questions. Some of them were hard yeses, but many were ultimately confusing to answer. As I continued working through the questions, they became increasingly uncomfortable.
*Are you a submissive little bitch? What sort of question is that?* *Have you ever fantasized about a position of authority like a teacher? Would you allow someone to watch you have intercourse?* I was honestly starting to become aroused while I looked at these questions. Looking around others were definitely uncomfortable too. I decided to rush through the rest and get out of here before someone noticed me repositioning my pants too often. I glanced over at Colleen and saw just how red in the face she was and it made me harder. I honestly was becoming concerned about the integrity of my pants and whether someone would see it. As I wrapped up, I noticed just how silent the room was except for breathing heavier than is usual for a simple questionnaire.
To avoid standing, I just yelled out “what would you like us to do when finished?”
“Return them and you may leave. We will analyze the results and inform you of your assignments tomorrow when we meet here at the same time.”
I quickly gathered my things and held the packet in front of me before giving the packet to Dr. Hogan. I’m pretty sure I saw him leer and look at my still straining erection before dismissing me. I booked it out of there before anyone noticed and took a moment outside the door before peeking back through the window. *Fuck that was weird. Also, a weird grouping of people. Nearly everyone in there is surprisingly attractive. What is going on here?*
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