You had the house to yourself for the long weekend and without many plans it was a long and fairly boring weekend. Scrolling through social media as you did on the Sunday evening, it’s also full of either posts of those with more exciting weekends or just boring content. At least it wasn’t too much longer

Then you scroll past an advert for a trade warehouse type place. Free breakfast on Monday morning without seemingly any obligation to buy anything or require a membership to “prove” you should be there. You thought for a moment it could be amusing and you could always go for a spot of people watching. Worst comes to it, you could go elsewhere.

The morning rolls around and you drive up to the warehouse place and park up. Your small car almost felt out of place with a selection of vans, a couple pickups and generally larger vehicles for storing supplies. You had decided to wear the hi vis you had in your cupboard, just to blend in a bit more. You thought you could pull this off, heck you even put your contact lenses in so you didn’t have glasses for this occasion.

When you stepped through the automatic doors, the warehouse had that smell of various chemicals that had possibly leaked on the floor. Most of the flooring was just poured concrete, with a basic set of shelves. All stocked with an array of building materials you didn’t really understand. It wasn’t quite your world. And following the rough queue, you made your way to the hastily put together cafe area in the corner of the building. All it took was just looking, and trying not to stare too much, at the others in workwear. Some of it orange hi vis, others in darker colours designed to hide the amount of dirt they had accumulated.

You could tell the cost cutting where it was simply a plastic tray sliding down a counter and some tired cafe worker used to the same jokes almost mindless loading up the plate. You get called up and you realise you need to compress your throat to sound more gruff than you were, “everything love” you badly imitate everyone else you heard.

You probably sounded really out of place. In fact the hi vis hadn’t really seen actual daylight before now, but you hoped you had pulled it off. Your plate got loaded up, and you managed to get a black coffee in a cheap disposable cup. This was going to be an experience.

Then you realise you can’t just sit on your own. The tables were all laid out with what was presumably rejects from the picnic bench furniture.

Luckily a group seemed to pick up you were looking for somewhere.

“Mate, you wanna sit with us?” One of them yelled at you. He was young, and clearly been here before, and also seemingly not a thought behind his empty eyes. His hi vis hadn’t been washed in… forever maybe.

You sit down on the corner and are squished in with his mates who all start to dig in. You copy them using just the fork. No knife work needed here to cut through cheap sausages and fried egg. The toast enough to scoop everything up.

The coffee was bitter and you could tell it was just instant coffee. Cheap, and easy to make. It was free.

You keep having to remember to eat and pretend to fit in. They joke about the football and how they’re gonna win tonight. You find yourself oddly excited, and drawn in to their conversation. That or it was the fumes of cheap fried food, and whatever was emitting from their worm in hi vis.

You get up, almost in a daze and head towards the toilets. At least there were a giant sign.

You enter and walk up to a urinal, and allow the coffee to work through you. It always hit like this, but you had to put up with it. Then when you were almost done, you felt another hand on your penis.

Almost alarmed you turn around to see the lad who invited you to his table.

“Thought you’d need a hand mate” he spoke in his crude voice. He give your penis a stroke, getting hard almost straight away.

You try to turn but come face first into his hi-vis hoodie pit. The smell was strong. You felt your mind thought just stop.

“That’s it. Good lad. Let me think for you. I know you want this. To be one of us” he speaks into your ear.

You catch a glimpse in the small mirror above the urinal shows two workies. Your eyes are almost empty. Glazed over. You try to fight in a way before.

You felt something put around your neck. A chain of some thoughts. Thoughts. Yeah.

He’s stroking still until you feel your mind so empty. And your dick so hard.

“Cum” he commands. And you do. Following his order.

Then wiping it all over your hi vis, he’s happy.

“Jack. You ready lad? Gonna get to the site on time”

“But I’m not” you start to reply

He pushes you back into his pit and then it fits. Yeah you’re Jack. You have a job. Yeah a job, bricklayer. With your best mates.

You smile a dumb grin. Your mate Mason always fooled around with you. And he always loved doing this.

You were filthy most of the time. But that’s the only way you’d have it.