Trying to get things done

Maggie squirmed awkwardly, crouched as low as she could in the car seat, her eyes just peering over the bottom of the window to look out at the street. Living in National City she should be used to unexpected things happening, but that had never led to her inexplicably getting the urge to take her clothes off, and then never being able to put them back on, much less when she was meant to be arresting someone.

God, and she'd bet he'd be posting that photo he took on his phone everywhere too. Cop gets naked, just what she needed.

She'd gotten back to her car as quickly as she could, salvaging her phone. A few calls to try and get out of this situation had revealed that every woman she knew was in the same boat.

And then Alex had called. She still wasn't quite sure how she felt about that, but they'd ended things on good terms at the very least. They'd probably have been friends if the memories weren't still a bit fresh.

"At least you have a car," Alex said.

"What do you mean?" Maggie said.

"I walked to Catco," Alex said. Her voice suddenly got almost an octave higher. "Oh god, I'm going to have to leave aren't I? The DEO wants me to check in, I'm meant to be coordinating efforts, and I'm hiding under a table."

"Really can't blame you for that," Maggie said.

She shifted again. She held the phone with one hand, her other hand pressed against the seat to try and keep her balance despite her low position. Just so long as no one got close enough to peer in through the windows and see there was rather more than just her face on display...

"Hey," Maggie said after a moment. "Do you want me to come pick you up?"

"What?" Alex yelped.

Maggie hurried on, for a moment afraid she'd gone too far.

"I mean, I've seen you before," Maggie said. "You've seen me. And if you need to go somewhere, a car's got to be better than walking, right? That's all."

"Y-yeah, but... N-now?" Alex squeaked.

"Doing anything important under that desk?" Maggie said. She paused. "Sorry. Flippancy's a defense mechanism. I get if you need time to prepare, just let me know if- ahh!"

Maggie's eyes widened as she caught sight of a passer-by at the driver's seat window of the patrol car, looking down at the nude policewoman. Maggie yelped, scrabbling on the seat for a moment and losing her balance, moving that arm to cover up her tits to at least get some modesty; with gravity no longer controlling their position however, she only succeeded in pushing them together, making them seem all the more eye-catching.

"Maggie?" Alex's voice came over the phone.

Cheeks warming, Maggie struggles again, sliding further forward to try and hide her lower half under the wheel, the onlooker still taking in the slight.

"One sec," Maggie muttered, dropping the phone to free up a hand and push the button to lower the window; "Hey, you, piss off! You've got every other woman in the city to stare at, and they can't arrest you!"

At least she could still play the cop card. The onlooker only took in the view of her brown tits for a second before before hurrying away; Maggie breathed a sigh of relief.

"I should be driving soon anyway," Maggie said. "Get somewhere more private."

"I- uh, that does sound better," Alex said. She squeaked suddenly at someone on her end, someone on the busy Catco floor. "Swing by Catco?"

"You've got it," Maggie said. "Want me to phone you when I'm there?"

"P-please," Alex said.

Lena still squirmed in her chair. No matter how she positioned herself it was hard not to feel like she was drawing attention to something. Try to cover up her tits, she just squeezed on them and accentuated her cleavage. Try to cross her legs, she just bared more of her ass; try to hide her pussy with a hand and she bared more of her chest. Her cheeks just kept getting redder. Kara cleared her throat awkwardly.

"So, um, any plans to deal with... all this?" Kara said, in the best reporter-voice she could muster.

"Seriously?" Lena said flatly.

"People might want tips!" Kara said.

"I don't know," Lena said. She exhaled. "Work from home a hell of a lot more. Run everywhere. Why are you talking about this like it's some normal interview?"

"It has to be," Kara said. "Everyone's in the same boat, so we need to give a good example, help them get used to it, if this is really going to stick. If we just keep freaking out it's never going to get easier."

"Are you volunteering to go walk home as you are?" Lena said.

Kara's cheeks suddenly blushed a lot more.

"I-it's just a theory," she squeaked. "Never said I could carry it out."

Kara hesitated for a moment, taking notes. She normally wrote with one hand so it shouldn't have been slower, but she couldn't keep from shaking slightly.

And that was when the door opened. Three voices yelped as one, Kara dropping her pen to cross both arms over her tits, and Lena glancing back over her shoulder and dropping one hand to make extra sure her pussy was hidden from the new angle.

Nia meanwhile stood in the doorway, red-faced. She hastily stepped inside, removing her ass from the view of the corridor outside, taking a good few seconds to catch her breath as she stood there, one arm over her boobs and the other over her cunt.

"S-sorry!" she squealed. "I, uh, your photoshoot's ready Miss Luthor. Th-that's all."

"So soon?!" Lena said.

"Th-they can't focus on much else," Nia said. "James is trying to... work on things. All-female teams where possible, his best hope of trying to make things work with as little a-awkwardness. Most other group projects are struggling, yours started after... the thing, so..."

She fidgeted, pushing back against the wall as though she could hide against it. Lena flushed.

"We can do the interview after?" Kara said.

Maggie sat in the car, nervously staring out. She had one arm over her chest, and had slid down a little way, but couldn't afford to go as low as she had when parked. She'd driven through the busy city, and had just sent a quick message to Alex. Now she just had to hope her ex-girlfriend got up the courage to make a mad, quick naked dash down the various floors and didn't leave her parked in the decently busy street for too long.

Maggie's cheeks burned, steadfastedly trying to ignore the myriad pedestrians around her, or the cars that passed by, way too close to the side of her car. She shuffled, pressing her legs together despite being sure no one would be able to see that, still keeping an arm over her tits.

The other she kept on the wheel, always ready to start moving.

"Come on, come on..." she murmured.

After what felt like forever, a frantic Alex suddenly stumbled out of the Catco building's main entrance. Her short, dark hair was bobbing slightly from how quick she moved, her normally focused expression replaced with one of **** embarrassment, beet-red and faltering in the middle of the sidewalk.

She crossed an arm over her chest and tried to cover her pussy with the other, though the rate at which her chest heaved ensured more kept peeking into view. She looked from side to side, her pale skin making her nudity stand out all the more in street.

Couldn't she see Maggie's car? Maggie took a moment to swallow, throat dry and distracted by the reminder of how her ex looked. Damn it Alex, over here...

Cheeks burning, Maggie used her free hand to hit the horn; Alex's eyes immediately went to her car, but then so did dozens more. Maggie whimpered, and Alex made a mad dash to the passenger's side; she'd just slipped in when Maggie hit the accelerator, hoping Alex would slam the door shut quickly.

The two drove off, flushed and breathless and all-too glad to leave the staring eyes of that street behind.