Clara Foster, 22 years old, courier

When Clara saw the commercial she quickly shut the TV off, and took a deep breath in. Her mind went to bills, rent, enough money to buy herself a car. Maybe even a house of her own, not that she didn't like her roommate, but her own space would be amazing, one where she could actually stop and think.

The premise though, being dumped somewhere in the city, hopefully her city and not some other. On top of that she'd be more naked in public than she's ever been in the bedroom, which given her unfortunately still standing virginiy should say a lot about her odds.

"Half a million though" She repeated under her breath in amazement. No, she could do it, she was fit, sure her boobs might be a little on the heavy side but she wasn't embarrassed with her toned body. She was just embarrassed at the thought of going nude in public, naked for everyone who tunes in to see. Clara pushed her long brown hair out of her face and considered.

That night she signed up to be a contestant.

The morning after she recieved an email listing the address for a meetup. Clara was surprised about the quick response time, but simply assumed that it's a new show, it must not have much traction. The prospect of half a million dollars blinded her to any red flags, especially the fact that they're new and have half a million dollars in and of itself.

Clara dressed simply, not caring much about appearance as she'd be taking them off soon enough, a shirt and jeans should suffice. She'd even gone through the trouble of trimming her pubic hair, leaving herself a neat brown triangle above her pussy, might as well pretty herself up for her big show right?

The bus ride over was shorter than expected, or had she been caught up in her own thoughts? Clara geuinely hoped that she'd be able to keep herself together at least until the beginning. When things start she figured that she could stay on goal, focus on what she needed to do. It was just this painful time at the start full of anxiety and stage fright.

Approaching the meet up point, Clara spotted the producer, the man she'd seen on the TV ad about the show, Kent Davis. He was stood next to an ominous looking black van, the camera crew simply milling around. Well, Clara assumed they were the camera crew, there weren't many actual cameras between them, one of them seemed to be working on a drone though.

"Hey you must be Clara right?" Kent asked with a nod as he noticed the brunette's approach "Our wonderful contestant for today" He had this sleezy charm to him that Clara figured a lot of these kinds of TV personalities had, the ones that worked for shows like this.

Shaking his hand in greetings she simply nodded "Yeah, I'm here to try my luck I guess" Clara said with a shrug, taking everything she had to even look vaguely composed. Before she knew it though she was being led over to a small set area, the show logos plastered all over hung up banners, there was no mistake why it was here.

Kent gave the camera woman a thumbs up and put on a more photogenic looking smile "Hello wonderful viewers, I'm Kent Davis with a new episode of 'Winning Streak', today we have a stunning new contestant" He gestured towards Clara "This is Clara Foster, she's twenty two years old and she's currently working as a delivery girl, Clara tell everyone why you're here"

She bit her lip as he moved his hand to her back, either supportively or to move her slightly towards the camera "Hi I'm uh, I'm here to pay for my first car and maybe a house" Clara said with a smile, she genuinely felt like she was back at school being called up to explain something on the board. Except this time she was trying to pay for a car by streaking in public.

"You hear that folks? A new car!" Kent repeated for effect, leaning in to emphasise it. "Lets just see if this fun loving girl is brave enough to face her Winning Streak eh?"

A moment after Kent finished speaking the woman working the camera gave a thumbs up signalling it had cut, and everyone seemed to hustle, Kent looking like he'd 'broken character' a little as he let his body relax.

"Alright Clara, past the poit of no return now" Kent began, putting a hand on her shoulder "So now to make sure you're absolutely clear. You'll be running completely naked from point A to point B, point B being our special boothe, this will be where your money will be kept" He explained, less in a preparing her for it kind of way and more in a making sure she knew the basics kind of way. "You have twelve hours to find it. In that time we cannot prevent anything from happening, we merely broadcast it live"

"What does that mean?" Clara asked, a tad confused by the idea of 'anything happening'

"Well it's mostly legal things, like we can't step in if you're arrested. Public nudity is still very illegal Miss Foster"

The brunette took a deep breath, she hadn't considered what the legal questions were, perhaps this show wasn't exactly following the law. Still...half a million is half a million. "I see" Clara responded simply.

"Now, if you'l get undressed my assistant will take your belongings" Kent said, gesturing over to the camera woman who'd came over "She'll take good care of your things. And besides if she didn't the prize money will cover anything you have on you" He said with a light chuckle, one that the camera woman shared in.

Clara again bit her lip, they hadn't even entered the van and she was being asked to strip? Taking a good look around she handed over her phone and wallet, then kicked her shoes off. She'd opted to go without socks, so she immediately felt the concrete beneath her feet, hot from the summer sun and rough on her soft soles.

The assistant had already scooped her shoes up by the time she was getting her shirt over her head, releasing her ample D-cup breasts, letting them jiggle as she handed her shirt over, the breeze tickling her bare chest.

It seemed fitting to not waste any time with her pants, quickly unzipping the last thing she had on her, then working them down her firm ass. Clara could feel the eyes of the crew on her naked form, it made her feel even more bare, even though she'd just uncovered her rump. Passing the pants over to the assistant Clara took a deep breath, the assistant quickly heading off and towards another vehicle.

"Um, where is she going?" Clara asked meekly, forcing herself not to cover up

"Don't you worry Miss Foster" Kent grinned "You'll get your things after the game, now everyone lets get in the van" He quickly led Clara into the back of the van, the interior containing the basics of transport comfort and no windows, at least she'd have privacy on the drive over. Well, privacy from the outside, on the inside it was packed enough, she was squashed between Kent and another cameraman, the close contact made her blush...among other things...

After a short drive Kent patted Clara on the thigh and grinned "Well Miss Foster, good luck. We've reached our destination!" He called out, the back door unlocking as the van came to a stop. Stuck nude in the back of a van, Clara had nowhere to go but out...and she rushed for the door, eager to get her Winning Streak started...