What Are The Odds?

The bottle spins and spins and spins. Then, miraculously, it stops pointing directly at Nicole for the third time in a row. "No way!" You gasp.

Tom whoops and yells out "Strip bitch!"

Slack-jawed Nicole rips the blindfold off and stares at the bottle in shock and horror. "Are you guys cheating?" She questions. When everyone shakes their head and you give her an apologetic shrug she sighs and says, "Fine. But I think this stupid bottle is weighted or something."

"You chose the game, dude." Miranda points out.

"I know." Nicole whines, "I'll follow the rules." She reaches down and pulls her t-shirt over her head. She's wearing a pink frilly bra that nicely lifts her small but perky breasts. You find that you can't look away from your innocent friend's body as she stands up and slowly unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down and stepping out of them. Her pink panties match her bra, cute rather than sexy, which only contributes to her irresistible innocent vibe. Everything is silent for several seconds as every eye is running up and down the blonde's partially exposed body. Finally, she clears her throat awkwardly and says, "I guess I should spin again."