Keely in trouble

"Thanks! And well done!"

As the group of Dutch rowers departed, Keely took the opportunity to vigorously itch herself. What was up with this shirt? No matter how many times she readjusted it, it refused to sit comfortably. The shorts weren't much better, but it's not like she could just drop them and itch her crotch. Instead, Keely hitched a smile onto her face as the next group surrounded her. Her toes curled in frustration as she fought against the urge to scratch herself red raw. She winched whenever her stomach grumbled; surely it was loud enough for everyone else to hear?

Every time Keely had a chance to escape, Georgia dragged her towards another group, who were only too happy to pose with the flustered, beautiful girl. Why was Georgia doing this, Keely wondered. Couldn't she see that the younger woman was distressed enough, and just wanted to throw on her own clothes...or at the very least, anything that wouldn't drive her insane!

Eventually, it all became too much for her.

"Excuse me!" Keely squealed, pushing through the crowd. The reflection pool in the middle of the square had been invitingly catching her eye, and the blonde girl couldn't resist any longer. She staggered over to it, ripping off her clothes along the way, and dived into the cool water.

"Oh, yes..." Keely moaned, rolling around to get all of her irritated skin.

"Keely? What are you doing?!"

Glancing up, the blonde girl was brought back down to Earth with a thud. Georgia was looking at her quizzically, and everyone else was filming her on their phones.

Screaming, Keely slapped her arms across her torso and awkwardly staggered out of the shallow pool. She made a beeline for Georgia, her intention being to hide behind her, but the older woman stepped away, laughing, leaving Keely in a circle of flashing cameras.

"Stop it! It's not funny!" Keely fumed. Her blonde hair brushed her bare shoulders and she looked left and right, but there was no way out. She squeezed herself tightly and pleaded her help, but nobody wished to she her clothed-

"What's going on here?"

An authoritative voice cut through the laughter, and the circle parted to allow the head of the Team GB delegation to step into the commotion. He surveyed the scene, his eyes passing from the hastily pocketed cameras to the crying, naked and wet girl shivering in the middle of it all.

"Keely Hodgkinson! What do you think you're doing?!"

"I...it's not my fault!" Keely protested. "You don't-"

"Inside, now!"

Like a naughty school girl, Keely shuffled out of the circle, head down and cheeks glowing, trudging back to the British headquarters even as more people gathered to see what was going on.

xxx

10 minutes later, Keely was curled into a ball in his office, shivering and wiping away fresh tears. She had never been comfortable with her nudity, but more people had seen her starkers in the last two hours than in her entire life!

"...of course, you're allowed to entertain yourself outside of competition, but you're still a representative of this team," he was saying. "Why did you think it appropriate to run around the Village completely naked?"

Keely gulped and remained silent. Explaining to a friend that she had been kicked out by a stranger after having sex was embarrassing enough; there was no way she was going to tell this guy!

"Because of your behaviour this morning, you're now running late for all your media commitments."

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, and a staffer entered, holding a stack of neatly folded clothes.

"Get dressed."

Keely didn't need telling twice. Under the watchful eye of the two delegates, Keely hastily pulled on the Team GB branded tracksuit. She was very conscious of the fact that she was still going commando, and the sensation of bare feet inside her shoes gave her a sense of vulnerability.

The Olympian was then whisked through the building, her blonde hair and makeup was fixed, and she was shoved in front of the camera for the first of many interviews.