Jessica takes

"N-no," Claire said, stepping away.

Ok, she always wanted to help people, but losing her clothes was going too far! Claire shook her head, and then yelped as Jessica impatiently moved closer.

"Sorry, but you're not my priority right now," Jessica said.

Claire's eyes widened as Jessica grabbed the bottom of her scrubs. She struggled; unsurprisingly, Jessica was too strong, forcing her arms up. Claire squeaked.

She was about to yell for help when Jessica quickly put a hand over her mouth, muffling her. Even one-handed Jessica overpowered her, forcing the top over Claire's head.

Almost casually, Jessica lowered her hand to tug once, sharply, on the middle of Claire's bra. It took surprisingly little **** for the join to burst open, her dark tits spilling out. Claire gave a squeal, muffled by Jessica's hand.

"No yelling," Jessica whispered, low. "I didn't want to do that, but now if you yell for help they're all going to see you, ok?"

That was a dirty trick. Claire nodded, furious and furiously embarassed.

But it wasn't over. Even having taken both her top and ruining her bra, Jessica still reached for the scrub bottoms. Claire tried to push her away.

She was still overpowered, but she could get a grip on-

There was a sudden rip. That time it was Jessica that yelped as her hospital gown tore; they were cheaply mass-produced, not meant to stand up to any ****. Just Claire's struggling had done it, a tear along the top that meant the main body of it fell discarded to the floor, offering a frantic Claire a glimpse of the PI's more modest tits, and even her cunt.

Jessica grunted; she'd already pushed Claire's scrubs down intact, but apparently in **** grabbed her panties too. Claire gasped when she felt Jessica's fingers press against her, then had to bite her lip to not shriek when they were yanked away.

"That's what you get," Jessica muttered.

Claire just about avoided toppling over when Jessica took the bottoms. Before she could do anything, Jessica had already discarded the torn remains of the gown and had pulled the top on.

"I'll send you a thank you card," Jessica said, finishing getting dressed. "Couldn't go out and help in that."

She gestured scornfully at the tattered remains of the gown; Claire looked incredulously at her.

"Y-you can't leave me here," Claire said. "Not like this!"

"Hey, I was going to give you that thing," Jessica said.

"It's ruined!"

"Not my fault," Jessica said.

She shrugged and walked out past the curtain; her one sympathetic gesture was that she didn't fling the curtain wide open.

Still, Claire backed away into a corner, eyes on the bring of tears, her arm in a V futilely trying to hide her tits while the other grabbed the hospital bed for support.

She was naked! Well, she had on her shoes, but they didn't count for much. She had a ruined bra that she'd barely even notice slip off, shred of a hospital gown, and nothing else. There wasn't even a sheet on the bed; the high demand meant they were just using clean mattresses.

Either side of the bed were curtains, and they were the only thing that kept her out of view of the clamour of the rest of the wing. Oh god, she could hear so many voices, she knew how many people were out there. She whimpered desperately, hugging her arms closer.

Sooner or later someone was going to come looking for her, or want to check on Jessica, and how the hell was she meant to get out of here?! She couldn't be seen like this!