S-ENF-021 - SPORTS

Item #: S-ENF-021
Object Designation: Sports

"Why do I have to do this again?" asked Karen Mwangi. The lithe, tall, ebony-skinned Amazon stood in the middle of the locker room, looking a little uncomfortable. Dr. Emilia Lucent stood in front of her, clad in a lab coat, making notes on a clipboard.

"You know why," she said. "You're the only member of the Artemis Security Team who could possibly qualify."

"Yes, but..."

"We have to do this kind of thing to keep the world safe from evil. You knew what you were signing up for."

"I actually didn't," said Karen, politely. "When you recruited me from the British track and field team I thought I was mostly going to be fighting vampires. What evil are we up against today, again?"

"Don't you ever listen to your briefings?" Emilia sighed. "Look, it started with beach volleyball. The rules committee decided that the official bikini bottoms weren't small enough. Then they got rid of them entirely, so every beach volleyball team legally had to play in nothing but sports bras."

"Sure. We all remember Brazil vs. Australia at Tokyo in 2020. Biggest viewership in Olympics history. But what does that have to do with me?"

"Didn't you think it was a little weird? That the official rules committee for a major sport would decree that female players had to play half-naked?"

"Hey, that is weird! Now that I think about it, you're right!"

"And it's spreading," said Emilia, as Karen looked thoughtful. "The next affected game was women's soccer. In order to spice up the sport, the committee decided that whenever a goal was scored, each member of the losing team would have to remove a piece of clothing."

"But surely that was just for ratings?"

"It's true that women's soccer is now the most popular sport in America, but that's neither here no there. The point is, who is this mysterious committee? Why do they seemingly get to decide what sportswomen are allowed to wear? Why don't any of the players complain, even though it's incredibly embarrassing for them?"

"Wow! Those are great questions!"

"And you're going to help us solve them," said Emilia, looking Karen up and down approvingly. Karen shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and fiddled with her tied-back hair. From top to bottom she wore nothing but running shoes. Her small breasts, toned muscles, round bottom, strong thighs and aerodynamically clean-shaven pussy were bare before the scientist's cold, inquisitive scrutiny, as well as half a dozen other people in the locker room. Emilia smiled.

"Now get out there," she said, slapping Karen's bottom, "and make us proud."

A few minutes later Karen was standing at the starting line in the Stade de France, with eight other pretty sprinters, all of them as bare as she was and none of them particularly happy about it. Tens of thousands of people cheered as the announcer's voice came over the speakers, explaining that, in keeping with Olympic tradition, all female athletes were going to be performing nude this year.

Two male sprinters, watching from the sidelines, nudged each other and pointed. Karen gave them a **** glare as a nearby TV camera zoomed in on her naked body, sending a high-definition image of her pussy to the gigantic screens hanging above the stadium, and millions of spectators worldwide. She heard the announcer laugh.

"Looks like Karen Mwangi's not too happy about the new dress code, folks. But there's nothing she can do about it! Now, let's get a good, long look at all the girls."

The obedient cameraman slowly panned down the ranks of stripped sprinters, capturing the gorgeous tight bodies, the squeals of shame and the indignant expressions on the faces of the frustrated girls. Eight taut posteriors, eight pairs of generally quite small breasts, seven shaved pussies and one landing strip belonging to a squirming slender Vietnamese girl with braids. The world's entire attention was focused on those eight stark naked girls, bare except for their running shoes, and they didn't seem to like it at all.

It was going to be an interesting Olympic Games.