Zack goes for her jeans

Mackenzie was trying to find a way to comprehend what had just happened. Somehow the jerk behind her had ripped her panties clean off her body! And, to her dismay, her shirt was even shorter now! It barely covered the top half of her bra. A bra which was still completely unhooked and only barely managing to keep her breasts covered. Mackenzie wasn't glancing around, but if she was she'd have noticed that she was now attracting more than a few stares. It was obvious to anyone in the room that her shirt was little more than a collar and sleeves, and her skin-tone bra was on full display.

An idea popped into Zack's mind for his next target. Slipping his shoes off, he slouched as far down in his chair as he could. This let him extend his legs much farther forward and he positioned them near the pockets of Mackenzie's jeans.

Mackenzie, meanwhile, was taking advantage of the seemingly calm moment and trying to refasten her bra. She moved her arms behind her back and grabbed each side of the clasp, ready to hook them together. That's when Zack struck.

He pushed his feet as far forward as they'd go, hoping to try and slide Mackenzie's jeans a few inches down her legs. But, to Zack's good fortune, Mackenzie's jeans were still unbuttoned from her attempts to relieve her earlier wedgie. So when Zack pushed his feet farther forward, the jeans slid off Mackenzie's hips easily. They slid out from under her slender legs, pooling around her knees.

This time, Mackenzie was unable to stifle her shocked gasp. This only served to draw more attention towards her, and now almost everyone in the room realized that Mackenzie was taking her midterm in just a bra! The embarrassed redhead reached down to try and grab the pants, but gravity was already taking effect. They slid down her shins and pooled in a large pile around her ankles. There was no way Mackenzie could easily pull them back up now without attracting undue attention from the professor. At the very least, her desk and chair served to cover the bottom half of her body fairly well.

And without missing a beat, Zack resumed unraveling the meager remains of Mackenzie's shirt. This made Mackenzie adjust her plan. Instead of attempting to defend her wardrobe, she elected to try and finish the test as quickly as possible. She was already over halfway done, and would much rather hand it in and get away from her tormentor. Mackenzie began bubbling in random answers on the scantron, not caring about her grade. Once she answered them all she was getting the hell out of that room.

Okay, stay calm. she thought to herself. I'm stuck in class and I'm next to naked. But it's okay. I still have my bra and my pants. As long as I have those I can walk out of here. As long as I have those I'll be alright.