A Political Mishap

It was the year of a senate election, and today was the final debate before the ballots were cast.

One of the candidates in this election was Mandy Millar, a woman as crooked as a house on a slope. An excessive liar, she had told so many untruths that one might question if her real name was really Mandy. She was also the clear front-runner, using her quick wit and confidence to tear through her opponents. Of course, the millions of dollars worth of donations to her campaign from various super PACs didn’t hurt her chances much either.

Walking through the front doors of the Convention Center, she was greeted by large crowds funneling through the building's grand halls. An array of red, white, and blue decorations were plastered everywhere, with American flags hanging from the ceiling, walls, and even tiny flags stuck out of potted plants.

Mandy took little time to admire the decorations. She saw this event as little more than a ceremony before receiving what was rightfully hers. The sooner it was done, the better.

However, before she through the front door, Mandy felt a slight pull along her dress as it snagged to the handle.

RIIIIP!

Before she could even react, the door had shut behind her, completely tearing her dress from her body! At that moment, she regretted not wearing underwear, as she was standing in the middle of the busy convention center in only her high heels.

Frantically reaching behind herself, she took hold of the fabric caught on the door but was remiss to see that it was completely unusable now.

Her veins began to run cold as she came to terms with her situation. The front runner of this race was now standing naked in a room where everyone knew her face. If anyone saw her, her career would be-

“Ms. Millar? Is that you?”

Her ears perked up at the sound of her name. Slapping a hand over her chest and crotch, she sheepishly turned the direction of the voice to see a hoard of reporters rushing her way. Her mind was spinning, but she let no fear show. As bad as it was to be seen naked by the camera-toting reporters, being seen as weak was a **** sentence for her career. Subtly, she reached out and plucked one of the tiny decorative American flags from a nearby plant pot and covered her crotch. She had an idea of how she was going to get out of this, but it was going to take a bit of political manipulation.

Within moments, the reporters surrounded Mandy, their cameras flashing and dozens of questions being flung in her direction at her.

“Ms. Millar, Washington News, why are you naked? Is this some kind of political stunt?”

“Ms. Millar, The Political Review, do you believe this is appropriate attire for a debate?”

“Ms. Millar, Whitehouse News, is this an attempt to appeal to the younger male demographic?”

Mandy stood there stewing in their comments and questions while flashing her bright smile for the cameras. She redoubled her grip along her breasts and prayed that nothing was slipping out. The overwhelming presence of the media was something she was used to by this point, but being naked in front of them made her feel like it was her first time. Still, she worked up the nerve to speak.

“Well, as to my outfit, or rather lack thereof,” she paused a moment, allowing her audience to laugh, “I’ve come to realize that too many politicians hide their true selves from their constituencies. So I wanted to make it clear to my voters that I won’t hide anything from you!”

Even she was impressed with how quickly she had come up with that explanation, though she did have plenty of experience lying to cameras by this point. Still, she wasn’t sure how successful she was at convincing the reporters as they glanced between each other skeptically.

“Some of our viewers may have trouble believing that,” one of the reports said.

“What other explanation could there be?” Mandy sneered, “That my dress got ripped off? No, I’m standing here in the buff for America because I’d do anything for this country!”

In an act of pure adrenaline, she raised her hand holding the flag above her head, and waved it proudly. The reporters were stunned at the abrupt reveal of her pussy and its neatly trimmed landing strip.

Quickly, she returned the flag down to her waist. It took everything in Mandy to continue smiling for the cameras as if she hadn’t just flashed a crowd of strangers. No doubt she’d be tomorrow's top story, however, that wasn’t her main concern for the moment.

She looked between the faces of the reporters, checking for any sign that they had started believing her. Was she finally in the clear?