A morning chat show

"Good morning! We're coming to you live from the streets of New York City!" a cheer swept around the audience who had gathered for the live recording of the popular morning chat show.

"That's right!" the female co-host continued, taking over from her male colleague. "Our very special guest this morning has just returned from a VERY successful trip to the Paris. A triple Olympic gold medallist, and one of the fastest and hottest women in athletics. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a Big Apple welcome to Gabby Thomas!"

The brunette walked onto the set, smiling and waving at the raucous crowd, before taking a seat next to the hosts. Today, she was wearing a white dress and matching sneakers, the light-coloured material contrasting with her dark skin. Her three gold medals where hanging around her neck, and Gabby smoothed down her skirt and pressed her knees together. The last thing she wanted was a strategically-placed camera filming her underwear.

After exchanging pleasantries, the conversation turned towards Gabby's exploits in Paris, watching footage of her gold medal successes, and discussing her backstory. On more than one occasion, the brunette had to push the male hosts hand off her bare thigh, and her skin crawled as he practically undressed her with his eyes.

"Now, Gabby, we all enjoy watching you compete in your skimpy outfit, but I believe you got even more of your skin out at a recent photo shoot?"

"Oh, err..."Gabby replied, a blush breaking out across her face for the first time.

"The photos are set to be published later this week, but we can bring you a world exclusive right now!"

Everyone turned their attention to the monitors as a montage played, with woops and hollers ringing out when the crowd saw the sprinter dressed in naught but her medals.

"What I wouldn't have given to be one of those medals!" the female co-host joked, ignoring Gabby's obvious discomfort. "But I'm sure all of our viewers are dying to know what you were hiding underneath!"

"No, thanks!" Gabby squeaked, squirming in her chair. "What's life without a bit of mystery?"

"Don't be silly!" the host laughed. "Let's get you out of that dress, and then we've put together a little game for you to play."

Gabby now realised why the production staff had insisted on her wearing sports underwear. Reluctantly hopping off her stool, the Olympian crouched down and untied her shoes, making sure not to flash the camera. After slipping off her sneakers and socks, Gabby winced as her bare feet touched down on rough asphalt. Reaching behind herself, she unzipped her dress and tugged the loose material down her torso, allowing it to slide down her legs and pool around her feet.

Gabby watched on with trepidation as her clothes were wisked from the set, leaving her shivering in her matching blue underwear.

"We'll take a quick commercial break, but don't go anywhere, as we'll have Gabby Thomas running around in her underwear in just a few minutes!"

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"You creeps!" Gabby hissed as the cameras stopped rolling. "Why couldn't this have waited until after?"

"We needed something to keep the viewers hooked. And to be honest, Gabs, you look much better like that than in a dress."

"Don't call me, Gabs!" the half naked girl squirmed, arms settling around her torso as she shivered. She was aware cameras flashing, and the audience only getting larger.

"Can I at least have a coat, or something-?"

"Back in 10!" a producer shouted.

Gabby readjusted her sports bra and panties, pleading silently that they wouldn't make her remove them on live television...