Well duhhh.... Of course!

Bria let out a small shriek as a taxi swerved to the curb in front of her, narrowly missing her feet. The phone slipped from her hands, landing on the thong between her legs. The cell phone's weight was enough to make the panties sink beneath the grates of a sewer and into the darkness below.

"Hey!" she cried out, then yelped as the door flung open right at her face.

Only by throwing herself backwards and splaying her legs did she avoid being struck, and even then the door just barely cleared the top of her, grazing her sucked in midsection and tearing a rip in her clothes from hip-bone up to just below her breasts.

A man got out, their eyes locking in mutual startlement before his lips quirked and he clicked a picture with his phone. She opened her mouth to protest with what little air her sucked in tummy allowed, but the protest turned to a yelp as he bent, yanked the fabric of her torn dress to partially expose a breast, and took another picture as he squeezed it hard.

Without another look he left the taxi door open, her breast exposed, and the taxi driver yelling something at him in a foreign language.

Swearing in a mix of languages the driver of the taxi got out, the rocking of the cab gouging her a little.

"H... Hi..." She said to the grumpy-looking arabic driver. "C... could you please help me?"

The driver stared at her, taking in her weak smile, her exposed breast, torn dress, and the bald pussy that her splayed legs now revealed.