Bria's plan exposed?

Representative Green turned towards the young beauty, walking slowly across the office. "So, who sent you here, Bria?" he asked casually, looking her up and down.

"Nobody sent me, Mr. Green," she replied perkily, folding her fingers behind her back and thrusting her chest out proudly. "As Miss Teen Minnesota, I just love our state! And what better service can a young woman offer than to help an elected representative like you!"

Andrew smiled broadly through Bria's response, standing inches from her and studying her face carefully. Then he leaned into her, whispering in her ear. "That's bullshit," he told her, glancing down the front of her dress at her ample exposed cleavage. "Into my office walks an teenage beauty queen with big tits, blonde hair and no panties, looking to serve a mid-level state representative. A girl like you ought to be blowing athletes and celebrities, not volunteering for black politicians with a highly publicized history of fucking white women and whose very existence threatens the status quo."

Bria was bewildered, blinking her big blue eyes. "What... I don't..."

Andrew seized her roughly by the arms. "You are too young and too pretty to make an enemy like me, Bria..." he hissed at her. "Now where is the camera?"

The hapless teenager shook with fear, tears in her eyes, as she glanced over at his bookshelf. "Over there..." she confessed in a quivering voice. He grabbed her by the elbow and led her over to the shelf where she located the recorder. "I didn't mean to anger you..." she sniffled miserably.

He furrowed his brow as he examined the instrument. "Do you know what white slavery is, Bria?" he asked her. "Perfectly normal middle-class girls, like you, who just disappear one night? Some of them end up living short lives of sexual servitude. Some say they're the lucky ones."

"Please forgive me..." Bria pleaded. "I'll do anything..."