An course

The host directed the girls' attention to a monitor.

"As you can see, we've set up an **** course around the corridors of the studio. You'll have to climb over some barriers and crawl under others. It'll test all of your skill and speed, and the first one back here will be the winner!"

"You sure we're dressed for that?" Milly asked.

"Milly, no!" Emilia groaned as the host grinned.

"That's an excellent point, Milly, but don't worry, we've thought of that already. Both of your outfits are far too restrictive to allow you to be running around, so it'd be best if you remove them."

"Obviously," Milly rolled her eyes, "and wear what instead?"

"Let's just say you'll be swapping one suit for another," the host answered, his eyes sparkling.

"No! No way!" Milly protested in her Australian drawl when the penny finally dropped. "I'm not doing that!"

"Don't be a spoilsport, Milly! We'll all be seeing you naked soon anyway, you're only delaying the inevitable."

"But, but-" the blonde girl spluttered. She looked around despairingly. Emilia seemed to have accepted her fate, and no one else there was offering her a way out. It had taken Emily a long time to talk Milly into doing their sex scenes on House of the Dragon, and that had been in a controlled, safe environment. Now she was being asked to strip in front of a load of strangers! It was the last thing Milly wanted to do, but she also didn't want to get into trouble!

"F-fine, I-I'll do it."

A huge cheer went up at these words, and Milly felt her skin crawl under her clothes.

"Excellent! If you girls can start stripping, we'll finish getting everything ready."

Milly had been mortified when Emily had made her orgasm multiple times on camera, but some now stripping naked on live TV felt a whole lot worse.

Standing up, the Aussie shrugged off her jacket and began to unbutton her blouse. She shivered as she pulled the garment off her shoulders, and instinctively covered her bra.

"Cute bra, Milly! But we really want to see what you're hiding under it."

In an attempt to delay the inevitable, Milly crouched down, untied her shoelaces, and slipped her feet out of her chunky shoes. Straightening up, the blonde girl loosened her pants and shimmied them down her legs.

Clad in only her bra, panties, and a pair of socks, Milly looked over at her fellow actress; Emilia was already cowering stark naked behind her arms.

"Come on, Milly!" the host teased. "Enough taunting, let's see the goods!"

Mortified, the Aussie slipped off her socks, gasping as her bare feet touched down on the cool stage. Crossing one arm across her chest, she awkwardly removed her bra one-handed, before finally slipping her panties down her legs, and stepping away.

"That's much better!" the host gushed as applause rang out, "it's not Game of Thrones if we don't have a naked blonde girl! Now, we're almost ready, there's just one more thing we need to do..."

A pair of stagehands carried a large bucket onto the stage, depositing it between the two women.

"While I'm sure we would all enjoy watching you two running around in your birthday suits, I think we can make it more interesting. Get your hands in there, and start oiling each other up!"

Emilia was used to this treatment and knew there was no point resisting, and Milly was in shock, so both went about their task without complaint.

The Brit plunged her hands into the bucket of body oil and then began to rub her hands over the younger girl's skin. Milly cringed at Emilia's touch, biting back a gasp as the brunette caressed her chest. She giggled as Emilia gently rubbed oil between her bare toes and down her legs.

"I'm sorry," the brunette whispered as she placed her hands between Milly's legs. The Aussie clapped her hands over her mouth to muffle her moans of pleasure, her eyes watering when she pushed her fingers between Milly's buttocks.

When every inch of her pale skin was glistening, it was Milly's turn to fondle Emilia. It wasn't clear which girl was more embarrassed. It felt all sorts of wrong to be touching another girl in this way, and she experienced a pang of jealousy as she held Emilia's boobs, noting how they were substantially larger than her own. She sensed Emilia's elevated pulse as she stroked her arms; did the production team know that both girls were incredibly horny? Was that the whole point of this evil game?

A final check and Milly stepped away.

"Perfect!" the host beamed. "Come back after this short break, and see which one of our Targaryen queens is faster!"

Emilia and Milly looked outraged as the adverts rolled. They'd been **** to go through all of that on camera, and now they had to awkwardly stand around, naked and oily, for 5 minutes?!

"You two, over here," a producer instructed, impatiently clicking her fingers until Emilia and Milly padded over to her.

She did a quick check to make sure no area had been missed.

"Great, you're ready. Now, just wait here until we come back from the break-"

"Do you think you could get everyone to stop looking at us?!" Milly squeaked, for all of the production staff were practically salivating over them.

"Back in two minutes!" the producer yelled, ignoring the shivering girl.

Emilia and Milly shared a silent, fearful look. Whatever was about to happen, neither of them was going to emerge with any dignity.