Naked interviews

"OK, girls, we're going to start with some interviews," the director announced, as the nude athletes were ushered away in groups.

The studio was a plain white; floor, ceiling and walls, not a dash of colour. This was in contrast to the stars of the show, who's black skin was even more stark than usual. They sat down on the cold floor as instructed, feeling childlike and ****...

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"I noticed you girls were the first ones to strip off earlier. I suppose this sort of thing isn't new to you."

"What?! I...I've never done a n-nude p-photo shoot!" Revee protested.

"Of course not!" the interviewer laughed. "But you've both done underwear and bikini shoots before. I know I can't move on Nicole's instagram page for photos of you in bikinis! And there's been the occasional topless shot before, hasn't there?"

"Well, yeah, but never my boobs!"

Nicole was sitting on the floor, cradling her chest while furiously trying to rub warmth into her sides, her legs clamped together and curled towards her torso.

Revee flinched as her bare foot briefly touched Nicole's, feeling very uncomfortable about there being this much bare skin on display in this setting. Sure, she had done the occasional risque topless shoot, but she'd always been clothed from the waist down, and there'd been no naked people everywhere!

As the chat continued, both girls gradually became more relaxed, unconsciously dropping their arms and shuffling into more comfortable positions. The interviewer's eyes lit up as he made sure the cameras fully captured their goods, but didn't draw their attention to it.

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"Wow, you two really are identical!"

Lina and Laivai had adopted identical poses: sat cross-legged, with their knees drawn up to their chests, muscular arms hugging their sides, and shivering.

"Are you sure there's nothing we can wear?" one of them asked; it really was impossible to tell them apart in their nude state.

"I've got a game for you girls," the host said, ignoring tir question. They laid out a series of A4-sized cards, each carrying a photograph of a body part. "You just have to tell me if it's Lina's body, or Laivai's."

"W-where did you get these?!"

They'd never done a nude photo shoot, so how did they have pictures of their bare buttocks and breasts?!

The twins relaxed their postures as they became engrossed with the game holding up the cards, laughing as they poked each other.

The interviewer stayed quiet, and eager to not remind the girls that they were naked.

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"No, get off!"

Jaz was hugging her knees to her chest, blinking back tears.

Morgan, Dina and Kat were sitting around her, trying to calm her down, while also trying to hide both themselves, and their amusement at Jaz's embarrassment. The quartet were all shivering violently, wishing they'd been allowed to keep their body hair. Dina had grabbed her friend's feet, but the long jumper kicked her hands away, refusing to expose herself any more than she already was.

"OK, time for some girl talk," the interviewer said conspiratorially. "Kat, you've got a long term boyfriend, so I think we know what your answer will be: have you guys fucked anyone recently?"

"We're...we're not answering that!" Jaz protested. First they'd stripped them of their clothes, and now they wanted them to answer unbelievably personal questions!

"Well, actually..." Morgan confessed, mischievously.

"Morgs, babe!" Dina squealed, lightly pinching her friend's arm.

Dina, Kat and Morgan unwittingly exposed themselves as they bantered about their sexual exploits, but Jaz was conspicuous by her silence.

"Jaz? Anything to add?" the interviewer prompted.

"No, thank you, I really don't feel comfortable talking about this!" she squirmed, her cheeks burning.

"Go on, Sawyers, don't be a spoilsport!" Kat laughed, tossing back her dark hair, and rubbing her cold arms.

"I..err...I've been...err...focusing on my career...I haven't...you know...since breaking up with my boyfriend..."

"That was two years ago, babe!" Morgan giggled.

"Yes, I know!" the long jumper spat. "I've just not had time!"

"So I guess just lots of 'me time' for you, eh?" the interviewer prompted.

"No, absolutely not! I'm not talking about that!" the brunette cringed, wishing the floor could swallow her up. But she quickly realised they weren't going to let it go. "A-about f-four times a week...look, can we please have our clothes back now, it's freezing and we're freaking naked!"

At her words, the girls realised what they'd done. Squeals echoed around the cold studio, followed immediately by the sounds of limbs slapping against torsos as the Brits belatedly covered themselves.

"Thanks for those very enlightening chats, girls," the producer smiled. "You're all looking a bit chilly, so if you come with me, we'll get you warmed up."

The nude Brits scrambled to their feet, and huddled together for warmth as they followed the producer into the next room.