"Taxi!"

Sabrina waved down the cab, which pulled to a stop in front of her. This was the quickest way to get home, she was sure, and once she got there she could get the money from indoors.

"Given up on running?" the latina woman driving the cab asked.

"Something like that." Sabrina replied, as she opened the door and slid onto the seat.

RRRRIIIPPP!!!

"What was that?" the driver asked.

"Nothing!" Sabrina's hand inspected the seat of the lycra pants, which was no more.

"Did you just rip my seat covers? Cos you'll have to pay for them."

"No, I... I split my pants."

"Hah!" the driver laughed briefly, "Not your day, honey. Now, where can I take you?"

Sabrina gave the address, then sat back in the seat and looked out of the window. Not her day? That was an understatement. She sighed heavily.

With an audible pop, her bra top slid up and let both her bare breasts out.

"Oops!" Sabrina exclaimed, seeing the driver watching her in the mirror, "Shoddy foreign clothing. Always buy American!"

She tugged the top back down, but as she did the shoulder straps let go and the top kept going, ending up around her waist. Now she was topless as well as her trousers falling apart.

"You okay back there?" the driver asked.

"Yes, I'm starting to get used to this sort of thing." Sabrina shifted awkwardly in her seat, and wasn't that surprised to find her trousers starting to open along the seams. She started to hope that it wasn't going to be a long drive, as it looked like she would be spending it naked.

"So," the cab driver looked at Sabrina in the mirror, "I can't help noticing you don't have a purse with you."

"No, I forgot it."

"No pockets, either."

"Not in this outfit... Which I'm not quite wearing any more."

"So how were you planning to pay for this trip?"

"Oh, when we get there I was hoping I could just run in and get some cash."

"You don't come to the city often, do you, girl?"

"Not much."

"That's not how it works. If you don't have the money, then you don't ride my cab."

"But what can I do? I'm nearly naked!"

"That's more your problem than mine." the driver started to pull up at the kerb, where a female police officer was standing.