Track & field in the buff

Jaz stood poised at the end of the runway, visualising her jump into the sandpit. She slapped her thighs to psyche herself up, and broke into a run. Counting the steps in her head, Jaz lifted off when she reached the board, throwing her legs forward and propelling herself with her arms.

Jaz sprayed sand as she landed in the pit, before hopping up back to her feet. She brushed sand off her legs as she was greeted by applause.

It was something she'd done hundreds of times before; but the first time doing so stark naked.

The applause was from the production crew, the shaking out of sand from between her bare toes also different to she usual routine.

Instead of advice from her coach, the instructions she was given for her next leap was all to do with how to best show off her body for the camera.

Jaz cupped her breasts as she awkwardly assessed the footage they'd recorded so far. If she ignored the eyeballs drilling into her bare butt and exposed crotch, maybe they'd go away...

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"On your marks...set..."

Dina tried to settle into her blocks, but couldn't entirely ignore the camera flitting around her.

She was uncomfortably aware of her breasts hanging freely, without a crop top to contain them. Her buttocks were raised in the air, and Dina knew the camera would be immortalising them from every possible angle.

"Try not to move, please, Dina," the director told her.

The black girl held her tongue. It was so cold that she couldn't control her shivering, and they refused to warm the room up!

"...go!"

Dina exploded out of the blocks, quickly rising to her full height, her black feet smacking against the track. She blushed as she felt her loose breasts slapping against her arms, and focused on the finish line. The sooner the sprint was over, the sooner she could cover herself again...and roughly 10 seconds after she'd started, that's exactly what she did. Her breasts heaved behind her biceps as she tried to catch her breath, but she was quickly surrounded by the design team who got to work fixing her hair and makeup.

"Ow!" she winced as someone trod of her bare toes.

"Oops! Sorry, Dina!" someone giggled by way of an apology, and all too soon she was padding back to her blocks...

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Morgan exhaled as she landed on the crash mat, the bar wobbling, but staying up. She wiped her face with her forearm, and took a moment to catch her breath.

But it was only for a moment.

"Come on Morgan, we've got a schedule to keep!"

Sighing, the high jumper hauled herself off the mat. She spent a few more seconds sitting on the edge, before trudging back to her mark.

The dark-skinned girl rocked back and forth on the soles of her bare feet as the producers raised the bar; when given a cue, Morgan broke into her loping arc towards the bar. Taking off, she arched her back over the fiberglass bar, lifted her hips to keep her bum clear, flicked up her long legs and bare ankles, and landed heavily on the mat. As applause rang out, the irony was not lost on Morgan that if she's been wearing sports kit, she would have brushed into and knocked off the obstacle.

"Bet you're glad that you're naked now, eh, Morgan?" someone joked, reading her mind.

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Nicole, Lina, Laviai, and Revee all flopped down onto the track.

They'd lost count of how many laps they'd run! Revee gasped as she curled her burning legs closer to her torso, and gingerly massaged her bare feet, which were still smarting from being repeatedly slammed into the rough track surface. Nicole panted rapidly and rolled onto her side, tongue lolling out and face bright red. While she hadn't forgotten about the cameras, she was long past caring.

The twins supported each other as they hobbled off the track to receive aid from the production team; there was no shortage of volunteers to massage their tired legs!

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When the director finally called an end to proceedings, Dina broke down, her pent up emotions unable to be held back any longer. Her whole body was aching from the toughest workout of her life; her breasts were throbbing after being bounced around, and she didn't want to think about what state her feet were in!

The sprinter collapsed to the floor with the rest of her friends, too exhausted to resist as the design team moved in. By the time they were finished, it didn't look like any of the girls had just suffered through a long workout.

"Get up, Kat, just one more shoot and then you're done."

The heptathlete was spread-eagled, her tanned skin glistening with sweat and her modesty on full display. Kat had run, jumped, and thrown for the previous few hours, and even a slight movement was agony. The camera was tracking over her muscular limbs, toned stomach, perky breasts and bare crotch, but Kat had no energy to move her arms to cover up.

The producers manhandled her into a number of poses making sure that she, like the rest of her friends, were totally exposed to the camera.

There were regular stoppages to wipe away tears, and under threat of being locked in an even colder room, the athletes complied.

"Excellent work, ladies!" the director announced. "Thank you all so much for your time today. I'll get some food sent to your dressing room, sounds like Laivai could do with some!"

Laivai blushed as attention was brought to her rumbling stomach, and she knew her friends were equally as hungry.

Supporting each other, the exhausted, sweaty, naked girls helped each other out of the freezing studio, and towards the sanctuary of the dressing room.