Lose control

Her breath quickened, nerves overwhelming her.

Oh god, she was topless, so many strangers either had seen her tits or likely were about to. Even if she could get outside she had no clue where she was, and she doubted she had the money for a cab.

She couldn't run through the streets topless, she just couldn't. Caitlin swallowed, whimpering-

And felt her hands suddenly cool, the icy cold pressing against her tits. She whimpered-

And the world went grey.

Killer Frost again. Too much panic and she always came out; well, at least she could deal with her own mess this time. It was one of the few times Caitlin submitted in relief.

And came to somewhere else. Somewhere... softer. She blinked a few times, only seeing darkness. Still, the smell was... a car? A cab maybe? No, that was probably too much to hope for.

She shifted, and immediately whimpered. Whatever car seat she was on, she could feel it far more clearly than she could have if she was clothed. Plainly she hadn't got her top back.

She shifted- and her eyes widened further. Oh god, it had gotten worse, she could feel her bare ass against the same material.

She jerked upright, not sure whether she was relieved to see that the car was parked. Blushing, Caitlin crossed her arms over her chest again, hoping no one would look through the car window.

Ok, clothes, clothes...

She was in the back seat of a car; her feet poked around in the darkness of the floor. Ah! She hooked onto a scrap of fabric-

To find a torn thong. Probably 'hers,' she'd woken up on other nights all dressed up, giving her a fair idea of Killer Frost's taste. Cheap and tacky, emphasis on cheap. They tore far too easily, like that one, rendering it unwearable.

Jeans, could she at least have jeans-

She reached sideways, and stiffened to realise there was a stranger next to her. Oh god don't think about that.

It answered the question of why Killer Frost was naked in someone's car at least. Oh god, yuck. He was snoring. Caitlin nervously draw her arm back.

Just like Killer Frost leave Caitlin to deal with the consequences of her actions. She was naked and, looking out at the street, didn't have any idea of where she was.

At least it was dark. Maybe she could sneak somewhere. Or just run and hope she got somewhere more private.

Or she could ask the sleeping stranger next to her, though she shuddered at the prospect.

She crossed her legs, awkwardly trying to hide.