Attempting to fix the "accident".

Reluctantly, Charlie grabbed a nearby rag and crouched down to start mopping up the oil. But the more she wiped, the more it seemed to spread, mocking her efforts. She felt a sense of defeat wash over her.

That's when one of her coworkers, unable to resist his mischievous nature any longer, chimed in with a devious suggestion. "Hey, Charlie, I've got an idea. Why don't you just take off your clothes and use the pressure washer to clean up? It's the quickest way to get rid of that pesky oil!"

Charlie's eyes widened in disbelief, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Are you kidding me?" she retorted, her voice filled with equal parts indignation and vulnerability. "You can't be serious!"

But her coworkers egged her on, laughing at their own audacity lying to her saying it would be the quickest way to get clean. The combination of peer pressure and the unbearable heat began to cloud Charlie's judgment. With a defeated sigh, she reluctantly agreed, thinking it would be a swift and efficient solution to her oil-soaked predicament and besides it was a slow day anyway so the chances of a customer walking in on her brief moment of nudity were very slim.

Little did she know, her coworkers had orchestrated this situation precisely to get to see the new mechanic they had been ogling completely naked. They moved that shelf behind her and placed the open container of oil there since they knew she likes to take a few large steps back after she is done working on an engine. They eagerly anticipated the moment when she would strip off her clothes, revealing her nakedness to the garage.

As Charlie undressed, the heat of the garage seemed to intensify, adding to her discomfort. She shivered as a mix of nerves and embarrassment coursed through her veins. With each piece of clothing she removed, the atmosphere in the garage shifted, becoming a blend of laughter, anticipation, but not an ounce of guilt from the coworkers who were tricking her.