Exasperated, I finished all the crap on my cart and made my way back to the work-room. This was the heart of a part-timer's workflow. Carts were broug...ht back here and we took them out to the stacks. More blue carpet and the whiteness of the fluorescent lights. This was a rectangular room with desks and tables strewn around the central area that had a fleet of carts.Most part-timers used the desks in the back corner which suited me fine. Only one full-timer worked for our department on. Her fingers found her cunt, it was as slippery as soap, her clit as rigid as a coathook. Two fingers of her left hand inside and spread, stroking the inner walls. Two fingers of her right hand finding a frantic rhythmic to rub on her clit."Oh, fuck," she whimpered. As if everyone in the room had been waiting for her, she heard the masturbators get serious about their business. Skin slid over frenzied skin. Growls and grunts and a long low cry behind her as someone came. It was answered by. I just had to get some kind of job. I didn’t want to sponge off my parents forever that’s for sure. So while in the local news agents I got hold of one of those free papers that are full of adverts. That night I took it home and started scouring the jobs vacant ads. At first nothing really appealed until I saw a very small classified ad at the very bottom of the page.It read.Young man wanted for sporting event.Applicants must be strong and very fit.Good remuneration for the right person.Please. "McAllister, I can reach the shore, but I would crash through the gunwale. Please have them construct me a ramp, using the gangway, and lash it in place."McAllister nodded, and asked 'why' after he gave the order."Because you may not be aware of it, but I am some twenty tons," came the answer. "I have a limited ability to firm the footing I stand on, and spread the load without visible means, though on water, its speed I need to push my weight against the water's own resistance to.