Her fancy gown

"Nice dress!" the man with the garment bag whistled, as he pulled out the elegant evening gown Bria was supposed to wear to the trade show event that evening. It was a strapless, form-fitting, sheer and sparkling little number. "You one rich white girl!"

"It is an expensive dress, but it's loaned, I don't own it," Bria admitted.

"Here's the room where the meeting is going to be," she was told as they brought her to a doorway and handed her the dress. "Put this on and we'll come in for you soon."

"Uh, sure," Bria replied reluctantly. She surveyed the room as they closed the door behind her: it was a dreary meeting room with a variety of plastic chairs forming a circle and a sofa against the wall. "Making Connections, Breaking Barriers" was scrawled on a whiteboard mounted on the wall.

Unsure how long she had to change, Bria removed all of her clothes within a few seconds (including her panties, which could be visible through the thin fabric of the dress) and paused as she was about to step into her casing. 'Here I am, a sexy young blonde beauty queen who lives in a mansion, standing buck naked in some run-down building in the ghetto, about to strut my assets for a gang of leering, middle-aged, welfare-dependent, ex-con negroes... What if they came in and I was still naked? What would they do to my pretty little dancer body? How many thick black cocks would they manage to cram into me?'

The busty teen wanted nothing more than to sit down completely naked on that filthy sofa, spread her legs and masturbate until those blacks came back and gave her what she deserved. But when a shadow appeared in front of the frosted window in the door, she panicked, stepped into the dress and quickly pulled it up her lean athletic frame.

"You ready, Miss Teen?" a voice called from the other side, as Bria quietly cursed. She had forgotten about the zipper on the back.

"Almost..." she replied, walking over and twisting the doorknob with one hand while she supported the strapless dress against her breasts with the other. She smiled as the door opened to the men. "Just needed somebody to zip me up in the back."

"You look hot!" the man with the camera exclaimed as he got filming while a second man got behind Bria. Bria now used both hands to hold the fabric tight against her big breasts while her assistant hooked a clasp at the top of the dress and set to work tugging at the zipper. "Those titties real?" Bria nodded, smiling until she heard a metallic snap from behind her.

"Piece of shit broke," her assistant observed, holding up the little zipper pull between two fingers.

"Oh," Bria was clearly disappointed, "Well, at least the dress is staying up. Let's get started." What Bria didn't know was that he had pulled it off while the zipper was still completely open, and that a little metal hook perched unstably on the edge of its loop was all that was keeping the beauty queen from being glamorously dressed and being stark naked with a dress pooled at her feet. He gave a quick wink to the cameraman, communicating to keep filming the hapless girl and anticipate quite a show...