The girls are rescued

Katie tapped her bare foot impatiently on the floor as she heard the dialing tone in her ear.

She couldn't believe that it had taken her so long to remember that they were legally entitled to one phone call. There was only one person she wanted to call, the only person she was happy to be naked in front of; her boyfriend, Australian tennis player Alex de Minaur.

Katie shivered as she tried to ignore the police officer staring at her buttocks, and wrapped her free arm around her growling stomach. She was SO hungry...

"Hello?"

"Alex! It's me, Katie!"

"Katie? What number is this?"

"Shut up, and listen! We've been arrested, I need you to come and bail out me and Heather! And bring some clothes with you!"

"Hang on. Arrested, what for?"

"Err...theft and public nudity..." Katie cringed, her bare toes curling up. "Please hurry, they won't give us anything to wear!"

There was a pause, as Alex contemplated the meaning of her words.

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

xxx

Heather was woken up by someone shaking her shoulder, and saying her name. Groggily opening her eyes, the Guernsey native was momentarily startled by Katie's boobs being in her face. The blonde girl was balanced on the balls of her bare feet, knees parted, and Heather couldn't stop herself glancing at the gap between Katie's legs.

"Heather, we're getting out of here!" Katie whispered excitedly. Sitting up, the brunette saw her friend walking to the cell door and hugging her boyfriend, Alex de Minaur. For the first time since they'd discovered their clothes had been stolen the previous day, Katie wasn't embarrassed, any why would she be? The only people in the room with her were her doubles partner, who'd been nude around for the better part of 12 hours, and her boyfriend, who'd seen every inch of her bare body, and slept with her who knows how many times.

But the same couldn't be said for Heather. She screamed, and hugged her knees to her chest, mortified at yet another person seeing her starkers.

"H-hi, Alex," Heather squeaked. "Please can I have some of those clothes?" she asked, spying the bundle in his arms.

Amused by her embarrassment, the Australian tossed across the room. Heather pathetically scrambled towards it, hand hastily pulled on the t-shirt and shorts.

"Looking good, Heather," Alex joked, as she accidentally flashed her bare arse at him. "Although you looked better in your birthday suit."

"Alex!" Kaite chastised him playfully, dressed in a similar outfit. "I'm sorry about that, Heather," she said, hugging her red-faced friend, "But at least we've got some clothes now."

The clothes in question were far from ideal. The t-shirts swamped their slender frames, and the baggy shorts brushed their knees. It was also covered in Team Australia branding, and the flipflops dwarfed their small feet. But, Heather reasoned, it was a whole lot better than going naked.

Keeping a tight hold of her shorts to make sure they didn't fall down, Heather followed the couple back through the police station, and into the waiting taxi.

She stifled a yawn as the car pulled away. She was exhausted after the previous night's adventure, and she couldn't have caught more than a few hours sleep in the prison cell. Her rumbling stomach also contributed to her feeling of fatigue, and it wasn't long before she was falling asleep again.