Yes, she takes them off

Jordan gasps, "But- but I" She looks down at herself in shame. She fell right for Emily's game. She reaches behind her back, her fingers slipping on the soaking white t shirt glued to her thin frame. She unlatches her bra and with some resistance takes it off. Her pink nipples stuck out behind the wet fabric. Jordan blushed that they were hardening.

"Can I please keep my underwear on-" Jordan tried to speak but Emily cut her off.

"No. Off now whore" Emily reached down grabbing the red bra off the floor. Jordan let out a soft whine, clenched her eyes shut, reached up her shirt and yanked her red panties down to her ankles. She kicked them off towards Emily. Her face was beat red as she stood there, white t-shirt glued to her frame showing off her fair skin underneath it. She had a shirt on but it barely felt like it.

Jordan looked at Emily and gasped as she saw her snipping up her underwear, "Hey wait-"

"Shut it. Now go back and enjoy the party, I'll be out in a minute."

Jordan was speechless, she just did as she was told. She exited the garage and back into the house. The muddled music could be heard behind the walls leading to where the party was happening. The garage door hidden by the hallways of the house wasn't a popular spot. Jordan could feel the music get louder as she made her way back to the party. She was dripping wet, leaving a trail of droplets of water wherever she walked. The white t-shirt clung to her skinny frame. Her pale legs almost the same color as the wet shirt itself[.

As she crept closer to the living room where for sure the first group of people would be, the music and lights grew. Jordan broke into the party once again. She made her way through the party trying to get to the front door. Beer run is all she knew and she didn't want to anger Emily. It didn't take long before she garnered a trail of eyes watching her move through the crowd. She was wearing after all a soaking wet, see through t-shirt.

Jordan's breathe spiked as a hand was ran through her short slick backed, black hair. It was Emily.

"HEY EVERYBODY!" Emily yelled. Everyone stopped to look. All there eyes eventually ending up on Jordan. Then eventually the nipples you could see through her shirt. Jordan face blushed, staring at the ground.

"Jordan's trying to go on the beer run!" Emily looked around, until someone from the crowd yelled back "They just left!"

Upon hearing that, Emily grabbed the scissored collar of her white shirt and dragged her across the room to the front door. Jordan could sense the tear from before expanding. By the time Jordan could gain her composure and follow Emily Correctly it had reached her belly button. The two reached outside and saw 2 guys getting into a red sedan. Emily put something in Jordan's hand and shoved her to the car. She walked to the driver and knocked on the window. He rolled down the window revealing that he was the man Jordan bumped into on the stairs before...

"Hello?" He said,

Jordan stuttered "Can I c-come with?" Jordan shuffled around the car, not waiting for his response. She opened up the right side car door. In she saw there were two more boys in the back of the car. Only the middle seat was open between them. Jordan blushed. She froze for a moment not knowing what to say next.

Emily yelled from the door, "She'll take the middle!"