Yep

Sophie and I decided to get something to drink before Nikki hit center stage.

“God I know it’s for the homeless, but did they really have to invite that filth,” I heard a bitchy voice exclaim. Sure enough I saw Charlotte pointing in the direction of two individuals. Both looked to be in rough shape, as it was clear they were homeless. One was an old white man with a long scraggly beard and a few teeth absent from his uneasy smile. The other was an overweight black women whom it was obvious had missed a couple showers. The two were pushed back in the corner of the gala, as the rich socialites mostly pretended they didn’t exist.

“It’s all for show honey. You know parade them around like some trained...” Lilian started before being interrupted.

“Monkeys,” Charlotte laughed. “That fat one actually looks like a dirty monkey. Such ugly black filth, although couldn’t they clean them up a bit,” the bitchy sorority president asked.

“Well then how would anyone know they were homeless,” Lillian responded with an air of superiority.

“Umm just look at them. They obviously don’t belong,” Charlotte said.

My blood started to boil at the pure cruelty. I was about to stop time for some **** before music stared playing indicating the start of the show.

Sophie and I saw an assortment of different models walk in between two extravagant fountains and down the runway. We watched for a while before a voice started, “And now for California’s pride and joy. The stunning, the beautiful, the future Miss America; Nikki Brock.”

We watched Nikki walk down the runway. She looked perfect as all hell, and it was clear she knew it. She hit the end of the runway with a smug smirk, thrusting out her chest to show off the Miss California sash. She turned around, and walked purposefully advertising her tight ass.

At that moment I stopped time, while holding Sophie’s hand. She quickly ran up to her step sister in excitement. “Time for your downfall bitch,” Sophie smiled, as she gave Nikki a hard spank. Reached underneath the tight red dress, Sophie pulled down Miss California’s hot pink thong to her ankles. After giving a little chuckle at the small piss stain on the skimpy undergarment she produced a knife and cut a slit up the back of Nikki’s dress.

“Ok I’m ready,” Sophie said.

“Alright,” I said as we returned to our spots.

When time restarted the excitement was almost immediate. Nikki tripped over her thong, and was sent stumbling forward. Her head and upper body were propelled into one of the fountains, while her lower half was pointing directly at the crowd. Her tight red dress completely split displaying Nikki’s pale white ass. The wiggling allowed everybody to get a nice view of Miss California’s wrinkled brown anus and pink pussy.

Nikki spurted out water, as she struggled to exit the fountain. Although in her frantic efforts the dress ripped off, and she was sent sprawling backwards.

Nikki stood up and looked at the crowd too stunned to move. A wet blonde wig and two rubber falsies joined the red dress on the runway behind her, as she was now completely naked except for the glittered Miss California sash. Her fried hair was still pinned to her head, while her face now showed the consequences of the green dye. A pair of erect nipples topped off her smaller than advertised chest, and a brown landing strip betrayed her blonde locks.

The crowd burst into laughter at the stuck up bitch, who took so much pride in her appearance, being completely exposed. The laughter must’ve brought Nikki back to reality because she instantly released a loud pitch scream, and ran back stage giving everyone one last view of her pale white ass which completely contrasted her tan body.

Sophie and I smiled at each other, as she nodded in Charlotte and Lillian’s direction, “One down two to go.”