Emma Raducanu: Prank'd!

Following the success of Prank'd!, the prankster TV show that would leave famous women blushing and bare in embarrassing situations, the producers decided to branch out into the world of sport.

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Abu Dhabi. February. Evening.

Emma Raducanu was practicing with her coach. She was wearing a baggy pink t-shirt, a pair of dark shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes. Her dark hair was tied up in a ponytail, which was bouncing around as Emma prepared to be served the ball by her coach.

As the session continued, the cameras focused in on the young Brit: how her shorts hugged her buttocks, how her muscles bulged as she unfurled her forehand, how the perspiration glistening on her tanned skin. Her lightly-toned stomach was captured when Emma used her t-shirt to wipe her face.

Eventually, the session was over. Emma said goodbye to her coach, swung her kitbag over her shoulder, and made her way to the women's locker room.

The broadcast jumped from one hidden camera to the next as Emma walked through the facility, coming to rest on a view of the empty locker room. Dropping her bag, Emma pulled out her phone, spending a few minutes scrolling and laughing to herself before beginning to undress. She kicked off her shoes and socks, her bare feet twitching as they reacted to sudden exposure to the cool floor. Next, the Brit peeled her sweaty sports clothes off her tired body: t-shirt over head, and shorts down legs.

Reaching behind her back, Emma unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms and fully baring her torso. Finally, she hooked two fingers into her underwear and slipped them down her legs. The camera made sure to focus on how she had removed all of her body hair, leaving her pussy exposed.

Scooping up her towel, Emma padded towards the showers. Hanging up her towel, she started up the spray, and stepped underneath once the water had reached an appropriate temperature.

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The moment Emma would be deaf to any sound of movement thanks to the volume of the shower, the locker room door opened, and the Prank'd team got to work. While one of the masked mischief makers stuffed all of Emma's discarded belongings into her kit bag, another did a sweep of the room, making sure that nothing else had been missed. A third stealthily removed the towel from its hook without their nude victim noticing...and the fourth prepared the alternative outfit Emma would have the choice to wear, if she didn't fancy streaking back to her hotel. As Emma was massaging shampoo into her hair, the doors were being tampered with. Once the work was finished, the locker room door could only be opened from the outside, and if someone tried to **** it too much, the emergency exit would activate.

Emma was only in the shower for a few minutes...but that was more than enough time for Prank'd to put their humiliating plan into action.

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A short while later, the unsuspecting Emma Raducanu switched off the shower.

She squeezed excess moisture from her dark hair and brushed water droplets from her arms. It was only then that she looked up and froze.

Her towel was missing! How could her towel be missing? She was sure that nobody else was here, and even if they were, why would be so cruel?

Hugging herself, Emma padded out of the showers, only to slap her hands across her mouth to muffle her shriek.

The room was empty; her kit bag, sweaty workout attire, and her change of clothes were nowhere to be seen!

"Hello?" Emma called out. "Who's there?"

The bare Brit noticed that the room wasn't as empty as she had first thought. She hurried over to the bundle that was lying on a bench-

"Come on, I'm not wearing that!" she cried, her cheeks burning. "This isn't funny, I'm getting cold!"

Refusing to accept her fate, Emma frantically searched the rest of the room, but was unable to find even a loose sock to wear. Disgusted by the clothes that had been left for her, Emma moved towards the locker room door; perhaps she could find something to wear somewhere else?

She cursed as the door refused to budge, only to be stopped in her tracks again as a light breeze touched her from behind.

Swivelling around, she saw that the emergency exit had swung open, revealing her to the cool night.

Gasping, Emma ducked out of sight and clutched her body tightly. Closing her eyes, she took some deep breaths to calm herself, and weigh up her options.

Staying where she was wasn't an option; she was only going to get colder, and how would she explain to someone why she was sitting naked in the locker room?

Emma knew that she would be arrested if she was caught while trying to streak back to her hotel; but her fear of being naked in public may give her that added burst of speed she would need to reach her destination quicker.

The most sensible option was to wear what had been left for her. Emma chewed her finger nails as she looked at the outfit and blushed. It would be more embarrassing to wear that than to wear nothing at all!