No. He draws Heather.

Everyone in the room held their breath as the bottle spun on the floor. While the boys all hoped it wouldn’t land on them, the girls were split on the outcome. Chloe and Taylor kept their fingers crossed, praying for a miracle that they’d be spared the horror of having Zack take off their clothes. Hannah looked at her best friend and grinned praying for it to land on her, if only just to see Taylor’s reaction as her brother took off the blonde’s clothing. Save for her cousin Kurt, Heather didn’t care whose spin landed on her, just as long as she got naked. Victoria, Ashley, Madison, and Lisa didn’t mind stripping, just as long as they weren’t the only ones.

As the bottle went around and around, the group inched closer to see who it would fall on. They got so close together that Zack couldn’t see who it was pointing to when it finally stopped. He had to push a few of his friends back. The grouped resettled into their original seats and everyone looked towards the person Zack would be removing an article of clothing from.

“Okay Ravers: On your feet!” Zack commanded.

The buxom brunette smirked and did as she was told. Heather initially raised her foot, figuring the boy would want to remove her heels. But she was sorely mistaken. She grinned as Zack walked behind her and ran his fingers around her waist, playing with the hem of her blouse.

“So, Zacky, you want to see some cleavage then? Don’t want to be the only person missing their shirt?” Heather taunted the boy.

Just as Zack’s fingers were about to start tugging on her blouse, he changed his mind and had them run up to the snap of the bra Heather was wearing.

“Oh, I GOTTA see how your brother manages this one, Tay!” Hannah teased her best friend as the unmistakable sound of a bra being unhooked filled the room.

“ZACK? How are you gonna take my bra off while my blouse is still on? Remember, you can only pick one article of clothing!” Heather stated in disbelief.

As all of his friends stared at him in awe, Zack pushed the left sleeve of Heather’s blouse up to her shoulder to expose the strap of her bra. This allowed him to slide it down the cheerleader’s arm. When he got it to her elbow, he gently bent her arm and slid it off the rest of the way. Stepping to her right arm, Zack repeated the process. Heather went white as a ghost as she stood there with a bra strap poking out of each of her sleeves. The large group of teens and college students cheered him on as he pulled Heather’s bra out through the opening of her sleeve.

“SONUVABITCH!” Taylor shouted as her brother held up the garment he had just removed from Heather.

“I TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DO THAT!” Lisa patted herself on the back.

Zack’s accomplishment was soon forgotten when Heather let out with a scream when she realized why Zack had chosen to remover her bra first. Everyone quickly refocused their attention on her to see what was wrong. They were greeted with an eyeful. In her desire to wear something sexy, Heather had worn a semi-transparent blouse over top of the black bra Zack had just taken off of her. Her rather large breasts were now clearly visible through the thin material, and her hardened nipples threatened to tear right through the fabric.

“NICE ONE, ZACK!” Brandon shouted.

“You’re welcome, boys!” Zack applauded himself as Heather stood there in a state of shock.