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Mike and I saw the poster at the same time.
It read: 'Welcome to the World of Work. Come and join us if you like: Hard Work, Dirty Work, Muddy Work and Men.'
We decided there and then that we would sign up. This was simply a matter of sending a text message with your location _embed_ded.Within the hour they came for us.
They were dressed in black rubber coveralls, black waders, black rubber gauntlets and black hard hats.They asked us to join them. We stepped forward and got into the transporter. We sat bolt upright in our seats as the transporter slowly filled up with other young lads. When the last seats were filled we were taken to what was to be our new home.
The area was dimly lit by a grey dawn as we pulled into a parking bay. We were on a very large scale industrial complex stretching as far as the eye could see. Mike followed me off the transporter and we were told to move to the door in front.
The robotic voice said, "Welcome to the World of Work. You are Unit 654321. Leave this area and enter the test zone.
You will now be tested to see what work you can do. Sit at the console and take the test."
I sat at the console and did my best as a multitude of questions, problems and logic tests came at me.
The voice said, "You have been tested and found to be a low grade work unit. You will be assigned to a carboniferous fuel extraction team.
Leave this area and proceed to the prep zone."
I moved forward through the open door.
The voice said, "Take off all of your clothing and enter the shower area. You will now be washed, smoothed and oiled."
The water came at me with a great force, the soap got everywhere, followed by a warm rinse. A bright light shone and i was blown dry.
All of my body hair was blown away. I was smooth as a baby's bottom. A fine mistr of oil completed the job.
The voice said, "Leave this area and enter the gear zone".
I moved through the open door, where a giant _frame_ stood.
The voice said, "Enter the scanner where you will be measured for your PPE."
I moved into the _frame_ and I was scanned by laser. The machine whirred and clicked around me.
The voice said, "Now pick up your PPE in cubicle D."
I moved into cubicle D where a pile of black clothing seemed to await me.
The voice said, "Put on the rubber waders." I put them on.
The voice said, "Put on the coveralls." I put them on.
The voice said, "Put on the long rubber gloves." I put them on.
The voice said, "Put on the heavy duty outer rubber coverall." I put them on.
The voice said, "Put on the hard hat." I put it on.
The voice said, "Leave this area you are now ready for work. The work is muddy, dirty, greasy, filthy and wet;
but you will be protected by your PPE. Look after it and you will gain credits. Now you are ready to join your team.
They are waiting for you through door number 7."
I moved excitedly, making loud squeaking noises, towards door number 7. My dick swelling up inside my waders.
I passed through and was met by a glorious sight. dozens of young lads all in the same gear squeaking at every move as they chatted to one another. i moved forward to talk o the nearest lad. He turned at my approach and i saw that it was Mike. We were in the same gear and we were in the same work team. My dick swelled up inside my waders.
We hugged and shouted in harmony, "Welcome to the World of Work."
Then a large open transporter came up. We all got on. It was filthy inside - a sign of things to come. the floor was covered with a thick _layer_ of mucky, greasy gunge, as were the black seats. My dick throbbed inside my waders. As we sat down we stuck to them, as we moved off we slid over them. At one point we went sharply around a corner and we ended up on the greasy floor. By the time we stopped we were a dirty, oily, greasy, mucky sight. My dick felt like it was about to explode but i managed to hold back.
We got off the transporter and we moved through the open door in front. It was our dorm area. We were met by our team leader and told where we were each to bunk down. The area was filthy once again. It was covered by the same _layer_ of dirty, greasy muck as the transporter. Mike and I looked at each other and we smiled. I noticed the swelling at the front of his rubber suit and he noticed the welling at the front of mine. We were in heaven.
Our leader then took us to the mess hall. iI was wall-to-wall black rubber-suited, wader-wearing, rubber-gloved, hard-hatted greasy, dirty, muddy filthy men. What a place. Mike and I looked sheepishly ahead, not daring to stare. We plated up, found seats and began to eat our meal.
We had been noticed. Shortly after we had finished we got up and left. A group of men followed us out of mess.
They said, "Welcome to the World of Work."
They took us into the nearest workshop and tied us down on the bench. They smoothed a _layer_ of grease slowly over our rubber-suit covered bodies and then squirted lube oil into our suits, as they chanted, "Welcome to the World of Work."
They massaged our crotches with their gloved hands, my dick grew and grew and eventually I shot a load of hot spunk all over the inside of my waders. I was shortly followed by Mike as he groaned in ecstasy. They untied and left us. Mike and I came together and as we hugged we hoped that there would be many more nights like this.
We said, "Welcome to the World of Wank."
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