Jenny, 23, a streak gone absurdly wrong

"Okay, coast is clear..." Elizabeth chimed, peering out of the car window at the dark street they'd parked in. Their surroundings were quiet, peaceful even, only the sounds of insects and distant traffic surrounded them now.

Nodding without reply from the back seat, Jenny started stripping off. The pair of them were on vacation in Bristol and they had carried on this little tradition of theirs each year, swapping each time. This time it was Jenny's turn, her first time was scary, but at this point feeling her pale skin exposed like this was a bit of a thrill.

They'd both done this for four years without so much of a hitch.

"Ready" Jenny finally replied, against the black leather seats her nude form looked like a ghost, but you could still tell she was blushing...something she was very jealous of Elizabeth's naturally tanned skin for.

"Alright, you know the drill" Her friend started, brushing a strand of dyed blue hair out of her eye "Just a trip around the block, come back, then we go home the next day. That way nobody can file a report against us"

"At least one that'll go anywhere, I know the drill" The nude girl said with a wink, brazenly throwing the door open and hopping out onto the street.

Feeling bare feet on concrete and a breeze on her bare skin, she took a breath. It was a simple pleasure, but at this point the sensations were something to look forward to, how often does a person get naked outdoors anyway? How often do they get naked on a street?

Not looking to get caught so soon Jenny dashed off, making for a row of parked cars along the sidewalk where trees offered shadows to hide in. Grinning ear to ear she kept going, making sure to keep an eye out for anything, a car, an unlocking door...any hint at a potential witness.

Turning the corner and she was greeted with another easy street, and another. Clutching her breast she couldn't believe her luck, last time needed much more stealth, Bristol obviously had quieter nights than Los Angeles.

It wouldn't be until she turned the last corner that she'd realise her hubris.

There were lights. Lights from a police car.

Hunching down she crept closer, close enough to hear what was going on...not that it was especially quiet. Elizabeth was very almost arguing with the police officer, Jenny couldn't make out much, but the fact that the car was parked at night with her in the driver seat was a bit suspicious.

And Elizabeth knew that if she told the truth they'd both be in trouble.

"Maybe I'm just relaxing in my car, is that hard to imagine?" She replied to the officer in a frustrated tone.

"Your car was idling with the engine running with clothes in the back seat that don't belong to you ma'am" He said firmly, unfortunately making a decent point.

"And you know they aren't mine how?"

"Because they're still warm. Now please, I need to bring you in for questioning"

And so the cuffs went on and Elizabeth was taken away. With her car keys.

Waiting till the police car left, and any onlookers of the scene had gotten bored, Jenny scampered over to the car. She could see her clothes on the back seat, trying the door was pointless and breaking the glass had even less of a point.

Taking a look around she bit her lip. Jenny had literally no options she could think of, there was no fall back for this. Their luggage had been sent ahead of them and was probably getting delivered home as she stood there, a precaution from when they lost something important in customs that was now biting her in the ass. The hotel might be just as helpful, especially since her ID was in her wallet...in her pants.

It'd be morning soon, she'd have to think of something.