Gabby Thomas

As the United States celebrates another successful Olympic Games, the countdown to LA 2028 begins, ENF TV have been granted inside access to bring viewers behind the scenes of an Olympians life away from the competition arena.

Today, we accompany Gabby Thomas as she continues her press tour following her three gold medals in Paris.

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"Look straight ahead for me, please, and hold the flag up higher."

Gabby Thomas was stood in a photography studio, stripped down to her stars-and-stripes underwear, and brandishing the American flag.

The 27-year-old had been hoping for a photo op that allowed her to keep her clothes on, but had been prepared for this ever since she received the memo to wax all of her body hair prior to her arrival at the studios. After posing in various body suits, the brunette had been instructed to progressively show off more and more of her smooth, dark skin.

While Gabby was OK with competing in a crop top and lycra shorts, it felt very different to be half-naked in an airy room teeming with fully-clothed people.

The black girl shivered as a cold breeze touched her skin and billowed the flag. She was already feeling chilly thanks to the three disks of cold metal hanging around her neck, resting on her chest, and the low room temperature wasn't helping matters.

Her feet had been bare since the start of the shoot, but Gabby still wasn't comfortable with her bare soles touching the cool floor whenever she shifted her posture.

"OK, Gabby, if you could take your underwear off," the director asked, casually, as a stage hand carried away the flag.

"W-what?!" Gabby stammered.

"It's perfectly alright, we've worked with plenty of nude models before."

B-b-but Gabby wasn't a nude model, she wanted to scream. Had this been in the contract?! The sprinter looked around for a member of her team, but they had all disappeared.

"I-I err...I don't want people seeing my boobs..." Gabby squeaked, cringing at how pathetic she sounded.

This response, or possibly her childlike reaction, elicited a laugh from the crew.

"Don't worry, Gabby, we've thought of that," the director winked. "You've got three areas you want to cover, and you've got three gold medals."

"You're...you're joking, right?" Gabby blushed, her face glowing and her chest heaving.

"Not at all. Come on, lose the underwear, or we'll take it off for you."

Gabby squirmed. The ENF TV cameras were rolling, the large audience was looking at her with a bemused expression; even if she made a break for it, she had nowhere to go.

"...or if you prefer to be fully nude, no one here will complain."

"No!" came the terrified gasp. "I-I'll do it..."

Making sure one arm covered her breasts, Gabby unfastened and shrugged out of her bra. With her other hand, the black girl awkwardly tugged down her panties, stepping out of them and clutching both garments to her crotch.

"Can we get the team out here to prep Gabby?" the director called.

Seriously?! Gabby thought. They couldn't have been summoned before she got naked?

Trying to stop herself shaking, the brunette smiled weakly even as the ENF TV cameras moved around the set to record her bare behind.