Chapter 8 by Rowenar

Does anything happen?

They run out of gas

Face still red, Jessica did what she could to progress through the near perpetually gridlocked streets of New York.

At least the car offered some cover, she told herself. It was better than being stark naked on the sidewalk; the problem was at least out there she felt like she was doing something.

Here she seemed to be still for huge lengths of time, before she finally managed to find a quieter street.

And being still was the worst. She could tell by her sister's nervous yelps whenever her 'fans' started coming closer, eager for shots of Trish, and if they just so happened to get the exposed Jessica driving the cab, so be it.

"Jessica..." Trish said.

"I see them," Jessica said.

She swerved, bumping into a parked car in her hurry to get past and away. Her nude body squirmed in the car seat, embarrassment making her just a little bit more reckless than her usual.

Finally, a clear stretch of road! She all but floored the accelerator, hoping to at least put some distance between them and the paparazzi-

Only for the car to sputter. Her gaze darted down to the display.

"Oh shit," she said.

"What?" Trish said, suddenly nervous.

"What kind of cab driver lets it get so low on gas?!" Jessica said.

"There's probably spare-" Trish began.

"Are you volunteering to refill it?" Jessica said.

"I-" Trish started, then faltered.

She could, if she took her eyes off her sister, which meant thanks to the commands losing her clothes. She immediately squeaked.

Either that or all of Jessica would need to be visible to her, able to see that Jessica hadn't snuck into jeans or something, from outside. And if that was going to happen Jessica might as well head out to refill.

"Wh-what are we going to do?" Trish said.

"Run like hell?" Jessica said. "I don't know! Do you think I planned to be naked in an empty cab?!"

Trish glanced out the back window, panicked though not nearly as much as Jessica.

"They're not far," she said. "We've got to decide soon."