Just keep moving

Doing her best to ignore the people they were passing, Jessica kept driving. So long as they didn't stop the photographers wouldn't catch up again; she'd be happy if there was as few pictures as possible of her body out there. She was sure Trish felt the same.

Still, it was hard to not cover her chest any time she had to slow; sometimes she even needed a yelp from Trish to remind her.

No, she wasn't going to expose her sister. Even if it meant...

Jessica swallowed. Don't think about that.

"Let me at least give you your top back," Trish said. It's not fair, you being..."

"You know I can't wear it," Jessica said reluctantly.

"B-but I'm back here," Trish said. "I can hide, at least, even if I have to be n-naked again. And you can hide your- what people will see through the windows."

Jessica glanced back for a moment to see her sister's nervous expression. After a couple of seconds, Trish's expression set, even if there was still embarrassment in her eyes.

"I'm doing it," Trish said. "You might as well put it on."

Waiting until they were moving, Trish hurried stripped off, throwing her top into the front of the car. Jessica quickly caught it.

Uncertain she looked back; Trish was curled up on the floor, face down in an effort to hide even that. Of all things, Jessica's jeans lay over her ass; she couldn't wear them, but she was at least trying to hide her behind.

Though a sudden shudder through the cab made them slip. Trish squeaked, blindly feeling back to pull them up.

Only her back was consistently visible, and even that would be hard to see through the windows unless the paparazzi got up close. It wasn't a terrible plan, Jessica conceded.

"You're sure?" Jessica said. She still held the shirt over her tits as she waited for an answer.

"You can't be the only one to face up to it," Trish said.

After a hesitant second, Jessica hastily pulled her top back on, then swiftly returned her hands to the wheel.

Ok. Now she was 'just' bottomless, though there was no way she'd take her jeans from Trish.

Somehow it didn't feel all that better. Ok, less could be seen through the windows, but if anything happened it seemed like it was just going to draw more attention to her ass. Jessica squirmed.

She'd just have to make sure nothing happened.