In the garbage

Before the girls had a chance to catch their breath, approaching footsteps led to them instead bursting through the closest door.

Heather took one step, and when her bare foot slipped on something slimy, she realised that they'd accidentally exited into the waste disposal area. But before she could back up, Katie barged into her back, and both of them were sent sprawling into the garbage bags.

They writhed around, bare feet kicking out helplessly, until both girls rolled free of the pile of garbage onto the tarmac.

After catching her breath, Katie sat up, grimacing at how disgusting she felt, and looked over at her friend.

"What's so funny?" Heather asked as the blonde girl started giggling.

"It's just...oh, this entire thing, it's so stupid!" Katie gasped. "Like...we're stark-fucking-naked and covered in crap! What the fuck?!"

Katie looked as ridiculous as Heather felt, and both girl's giggles soon turned into full-blown laughter. Katie rolled around in hysterics, tears rolling down her face, while Heather clutched her side, a stitch having developed due to laughing so hard.

Once the laughter had died down, Heather reached over to pluck a banana skin from Katie's hair, but this only caused another round of giggles.

"You...you've got some tissues in your cleavage," Katie snickered, retrieving the offending item.

"So...err...how are we going to get out of this one?" Heather grinned, hugging herself and shivering as a cool breeze blew through the courtyard.

"Well now that we're covered in rubbish, nobody will come near us!" the blonde girl joked.

The two Brits continued to make light of their situation, and told stories of other embarrassing experiences that they'd had. They continued to shiver as the hours rolled by, but made no effort to cover themselves. By now, they'd seen each other's naked bodies; and searching through the rubbish for something to wear was both unappealing, and an acknowledgement of the fact that they'd have to leave their hiding spot eventually.

Katie and Heather were both tired and aching from their match and subsequent streak, and were also starting to feel hungry. But neither girl had yet plucked up the courage to move.

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Like a nature documentary, the ENF TV producers did not intervene. It was their immoral obligation to allow events to play out naturally. Sooner or later, Katie Boulter and Heather Watson would have to face the busy city in their dirty birthday suits.