A race in underwear

"Welcome back! We're still here, live from New York, with Gabby Thomas. Before the break, we promised that we'd get her involved in a little game. We've set up an **** course around the set, with a couple of challenges thrown in along the way. The first one back here wins!"

"To make it fair, we've stripped Gabby down to her underwear, all we need now is a willing participant from our wonderful audience!" the other host continued. "Are there any ladies here who fancy themselves as an athlete?"

Gabby's opponent was selected and interviewed.

"So, do you fancy your chances against an Olympian?"

"Well, hopefully she'll be a bit slower than usual on bare feet, and being half-naked will probably distract her as well!"

"You probably want to know what the prize is," the host grinned. "Whoever is first back here will win Gabby's clothes!"

"What?! No, you can't!"

"It's just a bit of fun, Gabs," the male co-host winked. "Gives you a bit of extra incentive. Unless you secretly want us all to see your birthday suit?"

"Before we start," the female host interjected. "I think we should take a moment to actually admire how sculpted and toned an Olympic champion actually is..."

The next few minutes of the show involved the three of them fondling and squeezing the half-naked sprinter, tugging on her underwear and poking her toned stomach.

"Can we please get started?" Gabby asked, gasping and wriggling free as a pair of hands slipped below her underwear to fondle her buttocks.

"Looks like Gabby can't wait to lose the rest of her clothes!" the host declared. "Very well...three, two, one, go!"

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Gabby hadn't been prepared for the sudden start, and found herself trailing off the line.

She tried her hardest to run properly, but the rough tarmac sliced into her bare feet, and she was soon reduced to a hobble.

Her lack of clothing made it easier for her to wriggle through the obstacle course, but she would have appreciated if her opponent hadn't taunted her throughout; just when Gabby thought she had caught up, they would race off again.

The final result had been inevitable before the race even started. The brunette hobbled across the finish line as her opponent held Gabby's clothes aloft, triumphantly.

"Unlucky, Gabby!" the female host said, sympathetically. "You were so close!"

"Can I have her underwear now?" the victor asked.

"Please...don't make me..." Gabby panted. Were they really going to make her strip completely naked in one of the busiest cities in the world? Was that even legal?!

"Come on, Gabs, show us what you've got!"

Whimpering, Gabby unhooked her bra, slipped her arms out of the straps, and clutched it to her chest. With her free hand, she worked her panties down her legs, stepped out of them, and pressed used them to shield her crotch.

The male host, however, easily plucked the garments from her fingers, and handed them over to the prize winner.

"So I guess that makes you Olympic champion!" he joked with the victor. "I think we'll leave her the medals, though. Wouldn't want her to be totally naked!"

The naked girl bowed her head as the three medals were hung around her neck. She used one hand to awkwardly pull her brown hair free, and cringed as the cool metal on her skin reminded her of her nakedness.

The nude sprinter hunched over in her chair, legs crossed and hands cupping her boobs, shivering and trying not to cry.

But if she thought that her humiliating morning was over, Gabby was sorely mistaken...