He goes after her shirt

"Good. Good" Brady said evenly. "Now give me your shirt." Alice paled at the thought. "My... my shirt? she said uncertainly. To this, Brady frowned and slowly began to crumple another card. "WAIT WAit wait." Alice hushedly and desperately exclaimed. "I'll do it. Please don't do that." Brady relaxed his hand and set the card back in the deck, as it were. With shaky hands, Alice undid the buttons on her shirt, taking it off and, after a moments look to the left to make sure the bus driver wasn't watching, she handed it to Brady's waiting hand. He took the shirt and placed it in the pile with her panties and socks.

Alice crossed her hands over her breasts. One of the reasons Alice felt especially **** is that she wasn't wearing a bra today. She generally didn't wear one. She had heard that it was healthier for women's breasts, and so after a month she just kinda got in the habit. More comfortable this way, she would think to herself. Alice was firmly reconsidering the notion with this added exposure. She knew that this could only get worse, as she thought about what kind of rumors she had heard about Brady. She struggled to think of a plan. He had her note cards AND her clothes now. Well, at least I have my "-irt" she heard, as though it was at the end of a sentence. She realized she hadn't being paying attention and Brady was talking to her. "w-what?" she stuttered uncertainly.

"You heard me. Your pants too. You're this undressed you may as well finish. Now hurry up, unless you want to be failing naked today." Brady said impatiently. Alice knew she had no other choice. She took a shaky breath and, closing her eyes, set about undoing the clasp of her pants and pulling down the zipper and when it came loose, she dragged them down her legs. They came off easily without catching on her shoes, seeing as they were already off. She gulped nervously with a pleading look before handing it to Brady. Alice had rendered herself naked. She let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding in, and crossed her arms, covering each breast with a hand, and crossing her legs to hide her crotch. Brady was carefully folding her pants, looking with an almost taunting smirk as he had the pants join the pile of clothes.