A nearly-nude photo shoot

"What happened to the other make up team?" Gabby squeaked, breathlessly, as a team of young men surrounded her. At least if she'd had the same female makeup artists as before, this wouldn't be so bad.

By way of an answer, they snatched her underwear from her fingers, told her to lower her arms, and lifted the medals from around her neck.

"Stand still, please, Miss Thomas," one of them instructed. His colleague pressed a medal into her right breast (his fingers touching the soft skin below), while the third adjusted the ribbon so that it was the correct length.

The brunette was mortified as her body reacted to touches of her sensitive areas.

"You enjoying this, Gabby?" one of them winked as he squeezed her left breast.

Her body was used to her boyfriend touching her romantically; it just didn't know the difference between one male hand and another!

Gabby had clamped her hands over her mouth, but still couldn't prevent a loud moan escaping from her lips as the men worked around her crotch.

The final medal was positioned over her pussy, with the ribbons tied around her waist to hold it in place. After a few more inappropriate (and what Gabby deemed to be unnecessary) squeezes, the trio stood back as the room admired their handiwork.

Despite her initial **** to strip, Gabby had to confess that they'd done a good job. Her breasts were small enough to be covered by two of the golds, and as long as she didn't move too much, the third would stay in place on top of her mound.

She hugged herself and shivered as every eye in the room settled on her body; somehow, this felt worse than being naked!

But Gabby didn't have any time to feel sorry for herself. Instead, it was straight back to contorting her body into a variety of poses.

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After what felt like hours, the shoot was finally over.

They would have been finished much earlier if the naked girl hadn't insisted on double and triple checking the placement of here medals every two minutes, but Gabby would much rather prolong the shoot than risk her privates being immortalised and beamed around the world.

Even as the studio began to pack up, the ENF TV cameras continued to roll.

"Are you guys ever going to stop filming?" the shivering girl asked, taking the opportunity to finally wrap herself in her arms.

"We don't want to miss anything, Gabby," the director responded, absentmindedly, reviewing the footage of the black girl laying on her back with her legs in the air; lying on her stomach with her lower legs at a 90 degree angle; jutting her chest forward while pouting and sticking her bum out; and stretching her bare figure out as far as she could manage.

"Could we just have a quick interview, Gabby?" the director asked as the black girl made to scurry away.

The sprinter opened her mouth to refuse, only to see that ENF TV were holding her clothes hostage.

"I don't really been a choice, so do I?"

"You're more than welcome to leave any time, Gabby," the director smiled, knowing that the younger woman wouldn't dare brave the outside world in her birthday suit.

After some painfully intrusive questions on her thoughts and feelings about her day, Gabby was finally allowed to pull on her clothes, not even stopping to remove the medals first.

With her bright red cheeks glistening with tears, Gabby waddled back to her car, her gait restricted by the medal still lashed around her waist.

It was only once she was back in her car that she ripped off the silverware. She adored them, but preferred a more conventional bra to cover her boobs. The few minutes she spent readjusting her outfit were captured by the cameras secretly installed in her car.

Gabby struggled to concentrate on the road as she drove home, enjoying the sensation of wearing clothing; especially her feet being inside socks and shoes.

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Unfortunately, ENF TV were not granted access to Gabby's house, but come back after the break to see what else makes a golden girl blush!