Bria disqualified?

A couple of days after her triumph in the regional competition, Jerry Ross saw Bria Jeurgen jogging through a quiet residential neighborhood in the town of Norville. The teen was wearing a simple sports bra which did not completely eliminate the jiggle of her considerable breasts, as well as short neon pink shorts and running shoes. Her long honey-blonde hair was collected in a messy ponytail, bobbing along behind her head.

Jerry watched the busty beauty with interest, and as he was in his vehicle, he started to follow her. He would slowly pursue her, watching her butt as she ran, and then when passing her he could see the inspiring outline of her breasts, reminding him of the little peepshow she had given him when they met. Of course, she hadn't been far from his mind since.

At one point, Bria stopped at an intersection, putting her hands on her hips as she threw her head back and inhaled deeply. Jerry didn't think she had noticed him; from her expression it looked like she was just tired, or possibly lost. He decided now was the time to reestablish contact.

He pulled his car up in front of the teen. "Hey, need a ride?" he called, lowering the window.

"I'm not a hooker!" The blonde snapped in reply without bothering to look over, glancing down the road one way and then the other.

"No, Bria, it's Jerry Ross," he attempted to clarify. The beauty locked her blue eyes on him once she heard her name, but there was no recognition there. "From the beauty pageant...?" he continued as she approached the vehicle, hands still on her hips as she bent down and peered in the window. "I was one of the judges!"

A moment later, she had climbed in next to him, grateful for the offered lift. "I ran further than I wanted," Bria explained. "I felt like I was being chased! But I have plans tonight, and I was worried I wouldn't get home in time."

Jerry wondered what the soon-to-be-glamourous girl had planned for tonight. A hot date, maybe? He wished he could be there to watch, but was pleased that he had the opportunity to insert himself into her little world...

"Well, I'm glad I saw you when I did, because I have terrible news," Jerry said, sighing sadly. "It seems the state authority wants to disqualify you from the Miss Teen Minnesota pageant."

"What?" Bria gasped, her hand raising to her heart. "Why?"

"It's the interview portion," Jerry advised, glancing over at her. "Frankly, they found some of the opinions you expressed to be troubling, not sufficiently politically correct, and in some cases, downright offensive!"

"You carried out the interview!" Bria protested, fighting back tears. "And I was just agreeing with what you were saying!"

"Well, you were right to," he assured her, patting her knee. "Unfortunately, the big shots in Minneapolis are damn liberals, and they're worried that you might not be what they're looking for philosophically." And now, her face red with despair, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But we can prove them wrong, Bria."

"We can?" the blonde asked hopefully, tears shimmering in her blue eyes as she looked up at him.

"We just need to know that you can be a good girl who does what she's told," Jerry explained, running a hand through her blonde hair. "If you can prove that you can obey, then we have a chance. Of course, I'm going to need to be able to confirm it, document it even."

For Bria, whose precious dreams had passed before her eyes, she eagerly grabbed the chance to save them from ****. "Whatever they want, I'll do," she declared softly.