Back to the lodge, then to dinner

As you emerge, blinking at the sun setting over the mountains, you quickly check your planner. Seems they'll be serving the evening meal for at least a couple of hours yet, so you have time to head back to your new home and see what amenities the university has provided for you.

You take the winding path back the way you came, and swipe your ID card to get back into Lodge 69. You were barely allowed to take anything with you on the helicopter flight - only a shoe-box of family portraits, precious items, jewellery, that sort of thing. As a result, you're rather keen to know what articles the lodge has waiting for you. The kitchenette is pretty well-stocked with pots, pans, cooking utensils, cutlery and crockery - but no food, other than milk, tea and coffee, which are neatly arranged on the table. You noticed a couple of food shops on the map - looks like you'll have to go shopping if you want to do any of your own cooking. In terms of cooking equipment, you have an induction hob, oven and grill, microwave, dishwasher... a surprising amount packed into a small space, all in all.

You move on into the bedroom, heading straight for the wardrobe engraved with your initials. This is the whole reason you bothered to come all the way back here. When you open the doors, you're slightly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clothes you find inside. Of course, you have the necessary nightwear and underwear, and several more sets of your everyday outfit. However, there's also a large stack of different kinds of sports clothing. You pick up the top item - a running shirt, by the looks of it, with IUS broadly emblazoned across the chest. You run the material between your fingers, appreciating the high-tech material - lightweight and breathable, yet comfortable to the touch. If the university can supply you with a wardrobe this size, they really must have some pretty wealthy donors, you realize. You step back to double-check if you've missed anything significant, and spot a handwritten post-it note on the inside of the door.

// Hey Felix - hope you like the outfits. They should all be a perfect fit - we've got your measurements. If you want to go to a party - formal or informal - stop by the tailor's, they'll get you whatever you want. ~Zara. \\

A tailor's! Make that very wealthy donors. After closing the wardrobe, you pop your head into the bathroom - very swish, but nothing remarkable. Finally, you try the only door you haven't been through. A gentle gust of wind hits you, as you learn it leads to a pleasant balcony overlooking the river as it meanders between the evergreens. To complete the picture, there's outdoor dining furniture, a barbecue, and... a jacuzzi hot tub. You'll definitely have to try that out at some point. But right now, your stomach is growling, and your dinner is calling to you.

The servery turns out to be quite a lovely building, nestled amongst a thick grove of trees. It's a mild evening, and most of the walls have been retracted, leaving the room open to the forest on three sides. On the far side of the building is a long serving area, where kitchen staff are busy dispensing meals onto hungry students' plates. You quickly join the queue, anxious to get your fill.

"Hey, Felix Samson, right?"

You turn at the voice behind you, to find it's the other guy from your class this afternoon. He's handsome and quite muscular - naturally - but has a friendly demeanour, and a carefree smile.

"Yeah, must be weird having everyone know who you are," the man chuckles, "but word spreads fast about someone like you. I'm Ben, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you." You shake his hand, instantly at ease with him.

"You were pretty impressive today," Ben comments, as you step forward in the queue. "I would be jealous, but it's not like we're short on girls round here."

"Yeah," you reply. "How are your roommates?"

"Hot," laughs Ben. "Pretty nice to talk to, but a bit... wild? Unpredictable?"

"I know what you mean," you nod with a smile.

"Yeah, I've got a Chinese girl who spends more time fucking than talking, an Aussie girl who can't stop talking, and one from Madagascar who's easily the most down-to-earth of the four of us."

The conversation continues easily, as you recount for Ben your wake-up on the helicopter and compare your opinions of the university so far. Obviously it's a dream come true for you both, but whereas Ben is looking forward to partying the nights away, you're curious what clubs, sports, and other activities might be on offer. You learn Ben takes Penetration and Orgasm alongside Masturbation and Fellatio, and he hopes to be a super-elite pornstar one day. However, as he describes a particular erotic scene he'd like to recreate, your eyes are distracted by a gorgeous woman, sitting alone at a table. Her thick golden hair cascades around a heavenly face, with luscious lips and striking blue eyes. Her large, perky tits are beautifully in proportion to her taut midriff and her ample butt, such that you can't tear your eyes away from her amazing figure. Her body is only the beginning, though: it's her grace that is unlike anything you've seen. Her every motion is smooth and sensual, such that just eating looks like an entire erotic art form when she does it.

"Who's she?" you murmur to your new friend.

"Ahhhh," grins Ben. "That's Gabrielle. The only person they're talking about more than you, is her. Not only is she sexy as fuck, she's the daughter of THE Krystal Skye."

He looks at you excitedly, as if awaiting a huge reaction, but you just shrug your shoulders cluelessly.

"Oh, come on!" exclaims Ben, shaking his head amazedly. "You're in the elite sex world now, surely you've heard of her!"

"Hey, it's only my first day here," you protest.

Ben sighs. "Krystal Skye is the most successful woman in the sex business, of all time. She's the only multi-billionaire you can't find on google."

"No way she's that rich," you squint.

"Oh, believe me, when you see her work - the name's a pseudonym, by the way - you'll see why. I was super-lucky and managed to get a two-minute video of one of her pornos - they usually cost at least a grand a minute," he explains. "But I'll show you it sometime. Anyway, when Krystal was Gabrielle's age, she was just as hot - maybe more so - definitely the most beautiful woman on the planet. And from the springboard of her pornos, she went into fucking kings and sultans, and you can see how she could easily get so rich. But obviously, the money and power is kind of secondary - it's how unbelievably sexy she is that's why everyone's interested in Gabrielle."

You've finally reached the front of the queue, and rip your eyes from Gabrielle's curves to choose from the options.

"What's in this?" you ask, as you're served a steaming curry, more colourful than any you've ever seen.

"Oh, lots of stuff," laughs the server, a cute Hispanic girl in her mid-twenties. "Everything here's optimised to make your cum taste 'totes amazeballs', as they say. And the food doesn't taste bad, either." She winks at you, as you move off, and scan the room for people you know. You spot your three hot roommates on the other side of the room, and not far from them Zara is sitting with some other third-years - but you notice Gabrielle hasn't left yet, either. As Ben goes to join his roommates, you ponder who to join.