The Americans

Katie glanced over her bare shoulder to see one of the American doubles players hurrying towards them, concern on her face.

"You girls OK?"

"Someone stole our clothes!" Katie explained morosely as another shiver worked its way through her body.

"Ah man, that sucks! Who would do something like that? Come on, let's find something for you to wear."

The two Brits stammered their thanks as they padded down the corridor, hating how loudly their wet feet slapped against the floor. Thankfully, the American didn't comment on their appearance, and instead chatted about the tournament. Despite their **** state, Katie and Heather started to relax. It wouldn't be long before they fully dressed again, and they could put this mean prank behind them.

Suddenly, a pair of footsteps could be heard sprinting down the corridor. Before either of the girls had a chance to turn around, their flag was ripped away from them!

"Give it back!" Heather screamed.

It was the second American. She was brandishing the flag, and phones had appeared in both players' hands.

"You really think you can beat us like that, and get away with it? You humiliated us out there; now it's our turn to humiliate you."

Katie made a grab for the flag, but her despairing hand touched only thin air.

"Thanks for the tit pic," one of the pranksters laughed, and the blonde girl realised that she had just flashed her breasts!

"Please delete that!"

"You girls have the perfect body for a photo shoot! Strike some poses, and I might think about giving you some clothes."

Heather tugged on Katie's elbow, and dragged her backwards.

"Run!" she hissed.

Not needing to be told twice, Katie joined her friend in streaking back down the corridor, clutching her wet body even as laughter rang in her ears.

They slid to a stop outside of the locker room. The decision to try and find some clothes had been a disaster; better to wait where it was safe for someone to rescue them.

"No, no, no!" Heather wailed. "They're fucking evil!"

The door was locked.

She suddenly felt very cold, and very exposed.

Katie wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, but Heather grabbed her hand and continued the streak.

She wasn't paying attention to where they were going, and soon gave up trying to contain her bouncing boobs.

After a few minutes of flat-out running, and with a stitch burning through her side, Heather had to come to a stop.

"W-where are we?" Katie panted, hands on her knees.