She needs help

That… was way too many people. She couldn’t help everyone, not like she was much of a helper in the first place. But hopefully together someone would know how to get dressed.

Downside to not having friends, who the hell was she supposed to call when something like this happened?! Not like she could leave the apartment.

Plus a guy probably wouldn’t exactly make people comfortable. She dialled quickly, then impatiently waited for it to dial, glowering at the back of Malcolm’s head.

“Jeri, what are you wearing?” Jessica said abruptly.

“…Are you drunk?” Hogarth said.

“God, I wish,” Jessica said. She gave a hollow laugh. “Not been online today?”

“What?” Hogarth said. “What are you talking abou- oh.”

“Look it up?”

“Mm.”

“See?”

“…Alright,” Hogarth said slowly. “You’ve got my attention. Are you…”

Jessica swallowed. Ok, this definitely counted as a conversation she didn’t want to have. She blushed deeper, nervously glancing up to ensure Malcolm was still facing away. Had he peeked?

No, don’t think about that. She hunched forwards, tits still in one arm, phone held to her ear by the other.

“Yes,” Jessica said quickly. “And moving right the hell on, how do you feel like doing a bit of PR work for your firm and helping out?”

There weren’t many people she knew that she could ask for help, and she really didn’t want to complete her thought; that Hogarth might have motives beyond the selfless to want to help a bunch of stuck-naked women.

“Help how?” Jeri said slowly.

“Drive around, pick a few up,” Jessica said. “I know a couple of them, should be able to help sort this out if they…”

“You have friends?” Jeri said.

“Not in the mood right now!” Jessica said, wincing at how high her voice got. “So will you help or not?”

There was a pause. Jessica squirmed in her chair, a nervous, needy squeak escaping her lips.

“Ok,” Jeri said. “Tell me who and where.”

---

Colleen was whimpering, crouched low behind a parked car. Had they gone? She hoped she’d lost them. The last thing she’d ever wanted was for her clothes to just somehow vanish from existence, especially when she was meant to be confronting would-be thieves.

Good news, she’d probably distracted them from breaking in. Bad news, they’d been distracted by trying to take the best picture they could of her tits.

She’d immediately turned and ran. These weren’t the stakes she’d expected from being a hero! Her tightly braided hair had rattled against her bare back, and she’d vaulted over a car as quickly as she could to get her firm ass out of view.

When they’d followed, she’d had to run further. At least the fact they’d been trying to rob a place meant the street was quiet, not that it helped her feel much better about her situation.

Eventually she’d ducked around a corner, and vaulted another car, cheeks getting far too hot at the feel of the air in places it should never go.

She’d crouched down, ducking behind the window of the car and lower still, back to the door and ass brushing the pavement. She hugged her bare legs to her chest, eyes wide and breathless.

There was a clatter of footsteps as they rushed down the street, presumably still following her. Colleen took a deep breath.

Oh god. She was still out in the street, still-

She glanced down at herself, and her cheeks suddenly got even hotter.

“Colleen Wing!”

Wait, whose voice was that? Sounded like a woman, which was… probably good. Not that she particularly wanted to see anyone just then. Might have been a stranger or just someone she hadn’t met all that much.

“Colleen Wing! Jessica sent me. You’d better be here.”

Jessica? Why would she of all people reach out, especially now? Unless- wait, had she been-

Colleen shifted, turning around. She stayed crouched, legs bent, just peering up high enough to look through the inside of the car. Her ass lifted off the pavement.

A rather impressive looking car was driving down the street; this really wasn’t its neighbourhood.

Tentatively Colleen stood, peeking her head over the top of the car. She crossed her arms over her bare tits, katana still awkwardly held in one hand. She didn’t want to lose it.

The car came to a stop.

“I can take you somewhere more private,” Jeri said, rolling down her window. “Get in.”

Like this?! Colleen took a deep breath-

And squeaked, Hogarth’s shouting having drawn the youths back onto this street. Hurrying, Colleen headed around the back of the parked car, then sprinted as best she could to Jeri’s vehicle, ducking inside immediately, cheeks burning.

“Do you have a blanket or anything?” Colleen said, breathless.

“I understand that wouldn’t help you much,” Hogarth said. “I’d rather not lose one for nothing.”

“What?!” Colleen squeaked.

---

“Uh, n-never mind that,” Trish said, flustered. “S-so, today we’re going to be talking about New York’s vigilantes, there’s the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, the glowing fist, the guy with bulletproof skin, the webswinger in Queens… A bunch of people that fight for what they believe to be the right thing. Now-”

One of the sound engineers gestured. Trish nodded.

“Alright, so we have a call already,” Trish said. “Who are you, and what do you have to say?”

“Is it true that you’re, like, naked?” a man’s voice came over the phone. Trish blushed. “That’s hot! Wanted to see that for years, is it-”

“That’s enough!” Trish yelped, hastily hitting a button to disconnect. “Calls about vigilantes only, ok? So- another? Ok, anything to add to the conversation?”

“Just wanted to say I’m with the other guy,” someone else said over the line. “Imagined what your tits would look like forever, glad to know they’re getting air-”

“N-no!” Trish squeaked. She slammed the button again. “No calls about that! None! Guys, you’re meant to be vetting these!”

There was a pause. One of the staff gestured something presumably apologetic through the glass; Trish swallowed.

“Ok,” Trish said. it took her a few seconds to catch her breath, cheeks red. She fidgeted in her chair. “Back on topic- ok, another caller. You’d better be here to talk about-”

“This one’s for the production team,” another man. “Is her ass as good as it looks when she’s dressed, or-”

Trish yelped, hastily cutting off that one. Oh god, one slip and suddenly the whole show was about-

Another sound engineers waved to her. Another call, fuck. Trish blushed, a **** whimper escaping her lips.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Trish snapped. “Ok, they’re A-cup, I’ve got a landing strip, my ass is pretty damn great if I do say so myself, and yes I work out, I could kick your butt. Now can we please get on to any other topic than-”

“This was the only way I could reach you,” Hogarth’s voice interrupted.

Trish half-shrieked, cheeks blazing. Oh god, why had she just said all that on air especially to Jeri?! She’d just gotten mad for a moment, and fuck.

“I’m waiting outside. Jessica thinks you might want to be somewhere else right now,” Jeri said.

She’d got that right. She could see the sound staff muffling laughter on the other side of the glass. Fuck.

Blushing furiously, Trish pushed herself out of her chair and stumble-sprinted for the door.

---

Claire stared at her phone, tentative. ‘Help’s coming, stay where you are.’ Great Jessica, just great…

Except where she was, was an alley just off a street full of people that had just seen her naked. When she’d asked for help, she’d imagined something a little better than that.

She squirmed, back to the wall. She clutched one arm over her generous bust, phone pressing against her skin to, while her other hand kept low.

Oh god, just so long as no one looked in. Damn it…

She glanced around, then darted over to a discarded couple of crates, crouching behind them. It was a little better than being out in the open, if not by much.

“Claire Temple?” a voice called after far too long. “Jessica sent me. Claire Temple?”

That was…

Oh you had to be kidding. It was a car out in the street, on the road very much outside of the alley. Claire swallowed.

Was that Jessica’s idea of help, get her back out onto the street? She whimpered, hands twitching nervously.

It was better than waiting around here indefinitely, she at least had to admit that. Claire bit her lip, suppressing a whimper as she peered out. Oh god…

Bracing herself, Claire ran out of the alley, bare feet slapping against the ground. She whimpered as she brushed past total strangers, tits barely covered by her arm, and her butt clear to all those she passed.

Jeri’s car stopped; squeaking, Clare briefly flashed her tits to free a hand to open the door-

And faltered, to see two women already on the back seat. Trish Walker and Colleen Wing, both wide-eyed and mortified, nervously keeping a little distance from one another.

At the sight of Claire, Trish squeaked and shuffled sideways, shoulder brushing Colleen.

Not the total privacy Claire had hoped for. Still, at another whoop directed at her ass, way better than being outside.

Panting, Claire shut the door behind her and sat on the back seat, joining the other two nude, cross-armed women.

Jeri glanced in her rear view mirror appreciatively. Just about suppressing a smile, she drove on.

---

Jessica’s phone buzzed; she yelped as Malcolm turned at the sound.

“No looking!” she yelped.

‘Downstairs -H.’ it read. What?! She’d asked Hogarth to go get the others, not to…

Then again she was in the same boat. So it might make sense for Jeri to make that mistake, even if she had no desire to streak through her building and down onto the street.

‘Told you to just get the new denfenders,’ Jessica sent, muttering a curse at the typo.

‘Do you want to stay in your shoddy apartment full-time like that?’ Jeri sent back.

Fuck. She had a point. Jessica glanced up nervously. The door barely locked, which she didn’t mind when she could defend herself from any thief, but when it came to not being seen… Ratty curtains, regular visitors and clients…

Jessica bit her lip, flushing. Then again the alternative was being nude in front of Trish, Colleen, Claire and Hogarth. Which…

Somehow she had the feeling she’d regret getting Jeri involved. With a deep, **** breath Jessica sent back an ‘on my way.’

Fuck. Ok. Stairs were better than waiting for and in the elevator, Jump the banisters where possible, run right for her car.

Fuck.

“Eyes closed,” she said to Malcolm.

Then before she could talk herself out of it, Jessica Jones inhaled, and sprinted out of her apartment and down the hall, her toned, pale ass the last Malcolm saw.