Ashley caught a moment to study himself in the mirror, pulling the hem of his dress down self-consciously.
His coworkers had departed shortly before, leaving him to run the diner on his own. In his few months working there they had never let him in on the bizarre tradition between the male staff that Ashley now had to be a part of. First time running the diner himself, he would have to wear a women's uniform for the entire shift, with no underwear on at that.
He sighed. 'Make it through today, and I'll be trusted to run things myself, I'll be one of the guys.', he said to himself, taking in a deep breath before exiting the kitchen and turning the sign on the front door to signal their opening. The first few hours went by without incident, in fact Ashley appreciated the comfort of his new uniform, and began to relish in the lingering gaze of the male customers as he turned to walk to the kitchen.
In the quiet couple of hours just after lunch time, Ashley was wiping the tables when he was alerted by the roaring of motorbikes outside. The sound stopped abruptly, and he noticed 4 or 5 muscular leather-clad men seemingly walking towards the diner. They swung open the door, causing Ashley to take a few steps back in surprise. 'Uh..j-just take a table anywhere, we're not busy. I will come and serve you shortly.' He forced a timid smile.
The gang members smirked at him, side-stepping away from the door to open a path for someone else to enter. "I think you'll be serving us now, if you know what's good for you." The feminine voice surprised him, but the authority could not be mistaken. She walked in slowly, each heavy step demanding silence from her thralls, and from Ashley. She stood in front of him, hands on her hips as she looked him up and down, before surveying the diner.
"Are you all alone? That makes this easy. Jim, turn the sign, we won't want to be disturbed." It was then that it clicked what was going on. "N-no! Please, don't rob us, it's my first time running it alone..we don't have much in the register now anyway, i-i-it's been quiet. Please, I'll do anything!" He pulls at the dress nervously, backing towards the kitchen, hoping to make it in time to press the alarm. "Not another step, sweet thing." The woman smirked. "Grab her."
Two strong hands grasped his arms, pulling them behind his back. She made her way towards him again, getting inches away before she spoke again. "Anything, you say?" Ashley struggled lightly, averting his eyes from her piercing gaze. She took his chin between her thumb and forefinger, turning him towards her. "You have 2 choices: you can please us, in any manner which you deem acceptable, or we can take everything of value from this place. So, what will it be?" He looked at her, squirming under the unwanted attention, and made his decision:
A. GIVE THEM A STRIPTEASE.
B. BLOW THE MALE GANG MEMBERS.
C. EAT OUT THE FEMALE GANG LEADER.
