Both girls make it

Anya stumbled forwards, throwing her arms out to balance herself.

The sudden appearance of a naked woman unsurprisingly stunned everyone else on the platform into silence, and those few seconds of uncertainty was all Anya needed to slam her arms across her torso and start running.

The production team had placed arrows to guide Anya on her run, although she could have done without the comments that accompanied them.

"I bet you wish you were wearing shoes...if only you had a bra to support those bouncing breasts...don't slow down now, or you'll lose your clothes forever!"

Anya's vision was very quickly blurred by tears of pain and humiliation.

She splashed through puddles, narrowly avoided cars as she hurtled across roads, and nearly sent an old woman flying!

"Put some clothes on!" came the response, but that was hardly the worst cat call she received.

"Wooo, streaker!"

"You'll go faster if you let your tits bounce!"

"Nice ass, why don't you take a break and bring it over here?"

The blonde girl did her best to block everything out; the lewd remarks, the pain shooting through her legs with every step, the cold air that was stinging her bare skin. She hadn't done much cardio training recently, and was soon out of breath, but her adrenaline and her fear kept her moving.

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While cameras tracked Anya's progress for the viewers at home, those waiting on the train were clueless about where she was. Word had quickly spread, and by the time the train stopped in the next station, the carriage was full of people eager to catch a glimpse of a naked and sweaty Anya Taylor-Joy.

The doors opened, and the excitement levels spiked. Just a few more seconds-

"There she is!" someone shouted.

Turning to look, the crowd saw Anya streaking towards them. Seeing her destination gave the nude girl a burst of speed, and she collapsed onto the floor of the carriage moments before the doors closed.

Anya was so exhausted that she didn't register the applause, or the boos from those who wished she hadn't been quite so fast.

She lay face down on the cool floor, limbs akimbo, breathing heavily. It was only when someone loudly said her name and shook her by the shoulder that she remembered where she was. Squealing, she curled into a ball, looking around desperately for her clothes.

"Well done, Anya!" Millie laughed. "You were cutting it fine, another few seconds and I think you'd have missed the train!"

The brunette held out Anya's bundle of clothes.

"I think I speak for everyone when I say I don't mind if you want to stay naked, but if you do want to spoil everyone's day and get dressed-"

She was interrupted by Anya shooting to her feet, snatching back her garments, and pulling them on. Ironically, her desperation to be clothed made the process slower; she'd have been better served donning each item one at a time, rather than trying to fasten her bra while simultaneously slipping on a pair of socks.

Her body was slick with sweat that it felt disgusting and sticky to be wearing clothes before having a shower, but Anya wasn't about to turn down one of the rare chances she had to be dressed.

"Anya, you get to keep your clothes for the next week," Millie declared. "Zendaya, now it's your turn."

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As Zendaya ran, she focused on her breathing, and battled with her instincts to find a hiding place. She didn't want to think about how many people were seeing her naked body!

Why couldn't they have given her shoes? Her feet were killing her! Zendaya considered herself to be reasonably fit; but how were you supposed to train for a public streaking?!

The actress awkwardly brushed locks of sweaty hair out of her face and tried to blink away her tears.

Zendaya stumbled onto the station platform and hobbled towards the waiting train, her feet in agony.

"W-wait!" she panted.

She dived forwards as the doors began to beep, and squeezed inside seconds before they slammed closed.

Zendaya sank into the nearest seat and pressed a cheek against the cool window, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She slowly became aware of someone repeating her name.

"Zendaya? Do you want these clothes, or not?" Millie chuckled. Glancing over her bare shoulder, Zendaya saw the younger girl brandishing her belongings. She yanked her clothes from Millie's grasp and clutched them to her chest, still out of breath.

Anya approached through the crowd and helped her exhausted friend back into her clothes, doing her best to shield Zendaya from the watching crowd while simultaneously averting her eyes.

A few minutes later, two sweaty, tired, red-faced but clothed girls were standing in the middle of the train carriage, feeling disgusting under their layers.

"I didn't know you two were as fast as that!" Millie giggled. "I wonder if you could give Usain Bolt a run for his money! The good news for you two is that you're able to be fully dressed for the next week. But don't get too comfortable: I'm sure we'll be stripping you again in no time!"