Gemma herself!

The bottle spun to a stop in pointing at the one who had gotten it going-- Gemma. She scowled when it did. For the moment, there would be no opportunity to embarass her social inferiors. She sat back on her heels. "Unlike you losers, I'm not a fucking pussy. I pick dare, obviously."

The other girls looked around the circle. None of them spoke up at first. This wasn't supposed to happen. No one knew who was supposed to give Gemma the dare now. Matilda jumped on the opportunity to torment her rival as soon as it became clear that no one else was going to seize the moment. She leaned forward on her hands and knees.

"Alright bitch," she said. No one hated like Matilda did. She held a grudge, even though no one-- not even Abby!-- knew what had gone on between them way back when at the start of first year. "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is? Take off your top and your bra."

Gemma scoffed. "You fucking pervert," she said. She was still wearing her school uniform, like she almost always did, even long after school hours. She reached down into her skirt and untucked her white shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. The polite part of Abigail told her to look away, but it was overpowered by a strange urge to keep watching. She fidgeted in place as Gemma discarded her dress shirt and pulled her bra over her head. Her tits were amazing, perfectly shaped with perfect, perky nipples nearly the same colour of her lips. All the girls cheered. Except Abigail. Abigail just stared.

Gemma cupped her breasts in her hands. "You wish you had tits like these, don't you, Matty? Fucking flat bitch." She spun the bottle for her second time, and it pointed toward...