Julianne smokes a cigarette and tries to clean up.

I just sat there, my sticky tits still hanging out. I put them away and felt what I hoped to be moisture from my sweat inside my bra, but I knew it wasn't. It was cum, that bastard, and that was pretty much the only thing he gave me in return for my degradation. How unfortunate it was that he came so much. I still had a lot more places to go that day, and my slutty outfit was covered in that random cop's spunk. I could smell it too. What would people think?

I reached over and grabbed my last cigarette, then dropped it right onto my skirt into one of the cummy spots. I let out a long sigh. The filter landed right in it. That asshole cop. I started smoking it, I already had it all over me anyway, and had just sucked a dick, to put it coarsely. I looked down at my crotch and noticed the spot on the seat from me. Short skirt I guess. I had nothing to clean myself up with. It was the truth that part of me was getting off on this, but I wouldn't admit it. I didn't want to be known as a slut, in spite of what I was doing that day.

Turning the engine over and thinking about where to go next, I smoked my last nasty cum cig and drove along with the paranoid feeling of not knowing when you're going to run out of gas.