Lindsay refuses to leave.

Breaking your grip, a mischievous smile spreads across Lindsay’s face. She looks at the group of rowdy, horny boys surrounding her, and then turns back to you. Winona shakes her head vigorously. Her dark hair tosses in the air until her movements stop, letting it fall in a disheveled condition back upon her shoulders. Having been rejected in your attempt to rescue her, you return to your chairs with Winona, where Donna awaits you.

“She’s going to give them quite a show, I think.” The slim brunette smirks.

“You guys just want to see my tits, don’t you?” Lindsay boldly says, regarding the group surrounding her. The few people previously not paying attention to the slightly drunk girl on the counter are now turned, looking in her direction, with varying degrees of arousal, disgust, and amusement.

“I want to see a whole lot more than that.” Says an intoxicated boy in a leather jacket. Being drunk, his statement is heard by all. His friend standing next to him snickers loudly. The squat jock that had been moments before stroking her leg reaches over and pulls her blouse at the waist, untucking it.

“Take off your shirt, girl. Show us your fine titties.” He rudely says, continuing to pull. She makes no effort to stop him, looking only mildly irritated when his tugs become too vigorous. Slapping his hands away, she finishes pulling her shirt free. She unbuttons it slowly, starting with the bottom button and working her way up.

There are immediate hoots of delight and approval when the mob realizes that she is removing her blouse. Drawn by the enthusiasm of the group around Lindsay, more people enter the kitchen to see what’s happening. The girls sitting next to you and Winona snort with contempt.

“God, what a slut!” The Indian girl says, commenting on the situation before her. “She’s drunk!” Her friend replies, stating the obvious to those around her.

Winona looks at you, then at Donna, and then to Lindsay, repeating the process several times over. She sighs, shaking her head.

“She does this all the time. She really shouldn’t drink.” Winona explains. As if to prove the validity of the statement, Lindsay pulls her shirt off, dropping it on the counter beside her. The boys roar with their approval. She sits before the small crowd, her silky midnight blue bra sharp in contrast to her light complexion. She shakes her shoulders, and her large, round breasts gracefully jiggle. Lindsay takes no notice as one in the assembled group takes her blouse.

Laughing, Lindsay brings her hands up to her chest, placing her hands under her soft tits. She bounces them in her hands, running her hands over them, squeezing them, pinching the nipples until they were hard and erect, and straining against her bra. Lindsay obviously loves the attention. It seems as if it makes her feel good, in knowing that she has power over those around her. The stocky jock grips her leg and pulls off her boot. The senior next to him removes the other. Lindsay watches as they do so, uninterested.

“Let’s see your panties.” You hear a voice loudly shout.

“To hell with that, let’s see your tits!” Another eagerly yells.

As if on command, Lindsay stands up on the counter, and sways slightly to the music blasting from the living room. She pushes the cups, paper plates, and plastic utensils to the floor. You move to get up, but Winona pulls you back into your chair.

“Let’s watch,” she quietly instructs. You look over at Donna. She appears entranced by the half-clothed, dancing girl. As you watch, Lindsay moves her hands between her breasts, unclasping her bra. Her milky white breasts spring free, jiggling ever so slightly. Her nipples are large and pink, with areolas the size of silver dollars. Cheers howl throughout the room, as Lindsay shakes and gyrates to the music. When she drops her bra, a member of the audience immediately takes it away as a prize.

Hearing several of the jocks panting with excitement, they bet with each other over whether the stripping girl was wearing pantyhose, or stockings. All agreed that they would soon see her naked. One thought she’d end up in a gangbang with them. Seconds later, Lindsay’s skirt falls to her feet. She stands before them on the counter, wearing nothing but silky blue panties, which matched her bra and thigh-high nylon stockings.