“Ditch the uniform”

"So, what’s the challenge?" Jake asked eagerly, handing Adrian the signature.

"The Ditch the Uniform challenge! We get someone good-looking like you to strip down and deliver pizzas in just your cap!" Adrian said with a grin. The rest of the employees chuckled.

"What...?" Jake mumbled, his face turning red.

"Yep, today’s your first challenge day, and for the rest of the summer, in fact! And don’t worry, customers can choose whether they want the 'ditch the uniform' delivery or not!" Adrian said, his excitement growing as he imagined how this would skyrocket the company’s popularity.

The rest of the employees stood up and walked away before Jake could say anything. He knew he needed to tell Adrian he couldn’t do it...

Jake took a deep breath before anxiously jogging over to Adrian’s office. But before he could reach it, he was intercepted by Mike, a stocky guy with a somewhat intimidating presence, though he spoke little. Standing next to him was Ashleigh, a nerdy blonde who had gone to Jake’s high school before dropping out. She was intimidating in her own right, especially at work, as she was a major suck-up to Adrian. If he asked her to do something, she'd comply without hesitation.

"There you are!" Ashleigh called, halting him in his tracks.

"Hey, guys? Where’s Adrian? I need to—" Jake began, but his words faltered as his eyes dropped to meet Ashleigh's.

"He told us," Ashleigh said, a smug smile forming on her lips. "We’re here to help you get ready."

Mike, silent as ever, stepped closer, his grip firm as he suddenly seized both of Jake’s arms and pinned them behind his back. Jake gasped in surprise, trying to pull away.

"What the hell?! Guys?! What are you—" he began, but Ashleigh cut him off with a sharp glare.

"Jake, I’m sorry if this is gonna embarrass you, but the boss says if we make sure you strip, we’ll get a promotion. I can be kitchen manager!" she said, her grin growing wider.

Jake's face turned even redder as he stammered, "W-wait—what?!"

Ashleigh’s smile faded slightly when she saw the horror on his face. "Tough crowd," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she reached for the buttons on Jake’s shirt.

"ASHLEIGH?! No—wait!" Jake shouted, his voice trembling. But it was too late. Before he knew it, his shirt was pulled over his head, exposing his bare chest.

Ashleigh, still smirking, grabbed a damp sanitizing wipe from the counter.

Jake flinched as the cold cloth touched his skin, a shiver running down his spine. "Ashleigh! Stop!" he gasped, squirming against Mike's grip as she slowly wiped his chest. The motion left an odd, almost... seductive sheen to his skin.

"You signed the contract," she said, her voice lower and breathy as she ran the wipe over his torso. "Don’t judge me for doing my job, boy."

Jake’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing?"

Ashleigh gave a soft blow to his chest, and his breath hitched. "Just... don’t make this harder," she whispered, before looking up at Mike with a satisfied smirk.

Mike glanced down at her with a confused expression. "This is weird, but at least it'll get Adrian off our backs," he said, his smirk growing.

"Yeah... No! Adrian is a great manager!" Ashleigh shot back, rolling her eyes before wandering off.

Mike shook his head. "Oh, shut up. Be grateful he's taking the bullet for us."

Jake’s cheeks flushed even more as he finally managed to pull himself free from Mike’s grip, his entire body trembling with embarrassment. "I can't believe this is happening," he muttered, trying to regain some sense of composure.

Mike only shrugged. "What can I say? You’re the star of the show now."