Emma Raducanu & Katie Boulter

The sun was shining in south London. ENF TV had assembled at SW19 for the start of the Wimbledon tennis championships. In terms of viewership, it was their annual sporting event that brought in increased ratings throughout the fortnight. Access all areas cameras didn't give the female players a moment's privacy, whether that was in the bathroom, the locker room, or on the physio's table. The top players had given up trying to make it through the two weeks without being exposed, although they were still just as embarrassed as those making their debuts at the tournament.

With British players inevitably being the main focus at their home Grand Slam, ENF TV did all they could to get as much bare British skin on camera as possible.

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"I'm joined today by two of the brightest properties in British tennis. Not only are they British number one and two, but they're smoking hot, and two of the most attractive female players on the circuit. It's Emma Raducanu, and Katie Boulter."

The two girls were reclining lazily, barefoot, on the grass, wearing their white Wimbledon dresses and munching on a bowl of strawberries.

"So, are you girls excited for Wimbledon?"

The conversation discussed all things tennis in 2025; their opinions of their seasons so far, all the big talking points from the tours, and their targets for the weeks ahead. But it wasn't long before the conversation took a turn.

"I must say, Emma, we're all very jealous of you."

"How so?" the young Brit asked, popping another strawberry into her mouth.

"Well, since your doubles partnership, you've been able to share a shower with Katie. Seeing her all soaking wet and lathered up with soap; I think the rest of us would give anything to swap places with you!"

"Err..."

"And Katie, the same to you!" the host continued. "Emma's wet birthday suit must be a sight to behold! I can only begin to imagine the fun you two have!"

"You...you do know that we both have boyfriends, right?" the blonde cringed, blushing.

"Of course, of course! But you must admit; the other one is pretty sexy. I mean, Katie, look at those thighs!"

He reached out and playfully squeezed that part of Emma's anatomy, who drew her legs closer to her torso as a result.

"Well...yeah, of course I think she's pretty, and she's got a great body," Katie squirmed, "but we're both straight, we don't have feelings like that for each other. Right, Emma?"

"Of course!" the younger woman blurted out. "I'm not interested in Katie in that way! It's strictly just platonic feelings!"

"So why doubles now?" the host pressed.

"Because we're friends!" Emma replied. "Not because we want to fuck each other in the showers!"

"Now that, I would pay to see," the host chuckled. "But enough of this underlying lesbian sexual tension; let's get you hitting some balls!"

Relieved to change the subject, the girls stood up, and padded to the edge of the court, where their racquets and tennis shoes were waiting for them.

"You won't need those, Emma!" the host called out as she picked up a sock.

"You want us to play barefoot?" she asked.

"I think it'd be for the best."

Fuming, Katie snatched up her racquets and stormed back onto the court. First they had humiliated her by making viewers think she was having raunchy sexual intercourse with her friend, and now they wanted to injure her feet by making her run around without shoes on, just to satisfy those creeps with a fetish!

Emma winced as her bare toes brushed the paint of the baseline, and prepared to receive Katie's serve. This was going to be humiliating.