No, she strikes a deal

Jordan shook her head. She couldn't, she couldn't be bottomless for the rest of the party.

"Cmon, stop stalling." Emily shot daggers at Jordan. She was getting mad. Jordan had to do something again... soon.

"Uhhh.... uhhh" Jordan went wide eyed, hoping someone would save her from the predicament she was in. No one was on her side, the hungry eyes of everyone staring was all she could see around her.

"Give me your panties." Emily said again, vibrating with more authority than before.

"How about we make a deal?" Jordan blurted out still cupping her hands to try and block any view of her in her underwear.

"We're Listening... We're." Emily stared into Jordans soul. Jordan was afraid

Jordan really didn't know what to say. She just said that to buy time, she had to come up with something good.

"What if I just take off my shirt?"

Emily marched forward to Jordan. Jordan was hunched over, still covering what she could. This made her close to eye level with the otherwise shorter Emily.

"Put your arms up, and I'll take the shirt off you, and we'll be square."

Jordan gulped but followed along, she lifted her arms from covering her bottom half to revealing the red lacy underwear to all the on lookers. Emily grabbed the bottom of the Jordans shirt and tugged upward, taking it clean off her. Jordan stood there in the room full of people, in just her red underwear. Her pale body shined through the red making a stark contrast between the two. The room cheered as she tried her best to cover herself.

When the room settled, Jordan went to look for her clothes assuming the torment was over. Jordan bent down to pick up what she thought was her shorts. Just as she did she felt stainless steel glide up her back to her bra strap. Emily was behind her with scissors.

"You're not getting redressed tonight. whore." Jordan froze in place from Emily's words.

"Okay...okay" Jordan slowly got up, leaving the garment on the floor. The crowd had died down and went to continue partying. Leaving only a few perverts to stick around. Jordan breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the metal dip away from her skin. Just to be met with a harsh snipping sound. She looked down. Her panties were still there, her bra didn't fall. She turned around in shock as she saw Emily with a chunk of her hair.

"what!? you cut my hair?!" Jordan took a step to Emily, looking down at her small frame. Emily's confidence did not waver as she waved around the cut hair. Jordan was surprised and took a step away.

"If you misbehave again, I'll cut more." Emily said snapping the scissors in Jordans face.

Jordan whimpered, there was nothing she could do. She was blackmailed and now stripped to her underwear. She had no dignity left.

"Now, go an enjoy the party!" Emily turned the exposed Jordan to the door and gave her ass a hard thwack to get her to start moving.