Jessica fills the tank

Jessica swallowed, leaning back in her chair. Anything to keep Trish clothed and out of the cameras' view. She steeled herself, then reached for the car door.

"Jessica-"

"Be right back," she said, leaving the door open.

She stumbled as much as ran, patting the trunk of the car a few times before she figured out how to get it open. And there, a can of gas.

Nervously she glanced over her shoulder, confirming that, yes, she'd just bared her ass to the oncoming crowd. Swallowing a whimper, Jessica slammed the trunk down and hurried to the side of the car to start refilling the tank.

She squirmed on the spot. She hated being still, but it wasn't like she could rush, this, she just had to hold it and wait; ok, she didn't need to fill the tank, she just needed enough, but it was still agonising seconds stood out in the street.

Her arms shook with the strain of not covering herself, her sister's face against the back mirror to make sure she followed the rules. Jessica flushed further; Trish getting an unobstructed view of her pussy was something she could have done without.

And in the same vein, half the papers and trashy websites in the city no doubt going to be sent pictures of her ass was something else she wished wouldn't happen. Jessica pulled the can out early, sprinting back around the car just as the photographers started to get close.

She left the can on the seat by the driver's, and slammed her door shut, stalling the car a couple of times while her hand shook.

And then they were moving again! Jessica couldn't manage much more than a gasp; how was she meant to be relieved when she was still naked?

Idly she glanced at the car's clock; still over eleven hours of this left. Shit.

She doubted the car could go that far without another humiliating refill.

"Thank you," Trish said, voice small, from the back seat.

Jessica couldn't meet her eyes.

And then someone jumped into the middle of the road. Instinctively Jessica slammed the breaks; then she saw him pull up his camera, taking in the view over the dashboard of the naked Jessica at the window.

Flushing, she hastily covered her tits with one arms, then glowered.

"You want to play chicken, asshole?" she said, then started the car again.

She moved slowly, edging forwards, but beginning to get faster; the photographer took a couple of nervous steps back, then hastily darted off to the side as Jessica kept going.

Not that he hadn't seen enough. Jessica's cheeks burned. Fuck.

"Jessica!" Trish squeaked again.

Jessica quickly glanced back, eyes widening to see her sister topless; oh god, she hoped he hadn't caught that on his camera. Quickly, Jessica lowered her arm.

"I'm not covered," she said quickly. "Look, I'm not, you can get dressed!"

Jessica tried to look at the road, but kept glancing back at Trish, until she was sure her sister was dressed again. Fuck, now she was asking Trish to look at her tits. Today just kept getting worse.

"Sorry," Jessica said eventually. "Slipped my mind. I- got kinda panicked."

"I- I get it," Trish said, voice no less nervous.