Her plan works, but it doesn't make their situation much better

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief as Trish managed to get in the car. Immediately Jessica glanced around, then started the cab running.

There was no way she was staying there, after all the people on that street had seen.

"Ok," Jessica said, to herself as much as Trish. "Little over eleven hours. We can do this. We stay in here, we follow the rules but no one gets to see. This'll work out."

Trish was breathing faster in the back seat. Jessica could hardly blame her.

After a couple of minutes, Jessica pulled over on a quiet stretch of road, a little flushed from her spate of nude driving. Even not standing out in the open, she didn't think being stark naked out in the middle of New York could ever be exactly comfortable.

She turned back; even just with Trish, she wished she could cover her chest.

"You alright?" Jessica said, cheeks still flushed.

"Y-yeah," Trish said.

"Could you pass my phone?"

"What?" Trish said.

"You've got my jeans on," Jessica said. "And I'll want them back, by the way."

Trish nodded after a moment, still a bit panicked. She patted her hips down, before finding it and handing it back to Jessica; she took it.

If worst came to worst, she could always call in help; more than that there was the chance she'd have to refuse meetings and the like. She wasn't in any fit state to have them now, and she was not leaving Trish alone.

When she checked her phone however, she instead found her texts blowing up. Her eyes widened.

An undignified squeak escaped her lips; Trish glanced at her sharply.

"What is it?" Trish said.

"N-nothing," Jessica said.

Oh god, could the Earth just open up and swallow her? That'd be great.

Before she could react, Trish reached forward to yank her phone away; Jessica's cheeks burned.

Malcolm had sent her a picture, his text not much more than a 'WTH?!' but the image was unmistakeable. A headline like 'Patsy stole my cab!' assured plenty of views, and then someone had managed to snap a photo of Trish getting into it.

Meanwhile Jessica's tits were perfectly visible through the windscreen. She managed to not squeak again at the reminder of that, shuffling lower in her seat. Fuck.

Then she glanced out the window.

"Double fuck," she said.

"What?!" Trish looked up, eyes still wide from the phone.

"We've got company," Jessica said. She flushed deeper, seeing a gaggle of paparrazi on the street outside.

Of course, any mention of Patsy and guess who came out to play...

"I- I could drive," Trish said. "If it'd help."

"You'd have to keep glancing at me," Jessica said. She turned the engine back on, pulling out.

"Then I- you don't have to be the one undressed. I can hide back here, it'll-"

"Trish, no, I'm not doing that to you," Jessica said. "They're not going to get another picture of you. I'll just- be careful. That's all."

She turned forwards so that Trish couldn't see her face, cheeks burning, and drove.