Roadblock

By some miracle, the flush had almost faded from Jessica's cheeks, before she turned a corner and-

She quickly braked; someone had put a block up across the road. And worse than that, there was a police car parked to one side. Immediately two cops leapt out when they saw her cab; she quickly reached down to try and reverse, but no before they'd raised their weapons.

What the hell-

"Don't move!" the lead shouted. "We've caught you; we know you stole a car, and kidnapped Patricia Walker, now come out with your hands up!"

What were they on about? Jessica's eyes widened.

They seriously thought that she'd-

Fuck. She had to admit, it probably would look that way. Confused eyewitness testimony, a talk show host going through an inexplicable humiliating ordeal, being in a stolen car with a crazy nudist... Maybe they'd even gotten a character reference for Jessica from Trish's mother.

Her hands faltered on the wheel. How far could she drive? She didn't want them to start shooting, not with Trish behind her.

"What are we going to do?" Trish squeaked. She glanced up nervously, still crouched naked on the floor.

"I-" Jessica faltered.

"D-do you want your jeans-"

"No," Jessica said quickly. "They're going to come in and check on you. There's no reason they'd have come out so fast if it wasn't you they were worried about. You keep it. And-"

Jessica swallowed. Fuck, she'd gotten used to having her top covered. Looking away from her sister (though looking at the cops wasn't that much better), she moved to take her top off-

"Freeze!" the lead cop shouted again. "Hands where we can see them!"

Oh, you've got to be kidding... To a yelp from Trish, Jessica raised both her hands.

She didn't know whether she was relieved to still be able to hide something, or feeling awful for what that meant for Trish.

"I-I'll try to..." Jessica said.

"You're sure you don't want them?" Trish said.

"Like I'd get a chance to put them on," Jessica said.

She blushed.

"Come out in five!" the cop shouted.

He started shouting. Jessica faltered, then steeled herself, and **** herself to open the car door. A slight squeak escaped her lips as the breeze brushed past her pussy, between her bare legs.

Her hands raised, her cheeks crimson, she faced the police officer. One kept his gun on her; the other hurried towards the cab.

"Wait!" Jessica shouted. She bit her lip to stop a squeak as both their eyes, and yet more eyes from the street, turned towards her bottomless form. "Let me at least..."

She gestured to her top.

"What?!" the lead cop demanded. Oh god, don't make her say it...

"I need to take this off," Jessica said, her attempt at a glower barely disguising how her voice shook.

Fuck. Why was this happening?

"And why would we let you do that?" the cop said.

To maintain her sister's decency! Though announcing that there was a naked 'Patsy' in the back of her car probably wasn't going to do anyone any favours.

She swallowed, hyperaware of how exposed her ass already was. Oh god, could she really go through with exposing more yet again, even for Trish?

Yes. She had to, that wasn't in question.