A Bit Naughty

I guess I had thought about doing something similar in the past, but we think about a lot of crazy things we'd never do in practice, don't we? Well, I do anyway. Come to think of it, maybe that's what imagination's for -- testing out ideas so we don't go do anything daft in real life. If that's the case, this was a definite fail for me, though I can't say it hurt too much in the end.

Perhaps I better explain. You see, we'd just won the relay at a regional athletics meet. That was a big deal, because we were just four women who liked to run. We were part of a local athletics club who met one evening a week. Other than that, everyone just trained on their own when they had time. I was the baby of the team at 20. I guess maybe that gave me some excuse for my stupidity, though you probably think that someone more than two years into adulthood should know better. Sinead and Eve were both 23, while Mary was 25. Three years probably doesn't seem like much to you, but I never really felt like their equals.

They'd been running relays together for about three years. It was only when the fourth member of the team had moved away a couple of months back that they'd asked me to join, and I still didn't feel I completely belonged. As well as the age difference, they'd been friends for ages and were always at each other's houses or going out together. I kind of felt like they'd've have asked someone else instead if it wasn't that I was faster than any of them. Up to then I'd competed in the 100 metres, and was easily the best in the club.

Even though today's race was only like an hour's drive away, we were all staying in a hotel afterwards. Not because there was any need to, but just to have a night out somewhere different. I still wasn't sure I'd made the right decision by joining them, but I guess it was nice they had invited me and were trying to make me feel like a full member of the team.

Anyway, we were really hyper, or I was anyway. Actually, it probably was just me. I mean I'm sure the others were really pleased to have won, but for me it was one of those moments when you feel on top of the world, like you can do anything and nothing will touch you. I'm sure that that's what led me to do what I did. It was like I was stoked and was just looking for one more thing to keep the excitement going.

Our hotel was on the edge of the city centre, not like a super modern one or a posh one -- probably one that had been very respectable back in the day, but was now catering more to hen and stag parties. The plan was to get showered and changed, before finding some dinner and then checking out the nightlife. Eve and Sinead were sharing a room, which left me with Mary. I don't think I'd have done it if she'd been my age, but five years somehow put a distance between us -- it wasn't like I was embarrassing myself in front of someone who would then spread the goss to all my friends. Or perhaps I'm just clutching at straws.

She'd offered to let me take the first shower, so while she scrolled on her phone, I sat on the edge of one of the bed and began to get undressed. I think this was the moment that my idea went from being a flight of fancy to an actual intention, though if you'd asked me at that moment if I was really going to go through with, I'm sure I'd have said, "No." But just the thought of it was enough to send my heart racing. Mary probably didn't notice, but if she had been looking at me, she'd have had no idea why I was grinning to myself.

One my trainers and socks were off, I moved on to my tracksuit top, leaving me only in my red club sports bra up top. It held my 34 Cs tightly in place, but there was no hiding that my nipples were standing to attention. Next it was the turn of my tracksuit bottoms. Of course I could have taken my shorts off at the same time, but I was enjoying the anticipation and didn't want to rush things. Now I was just in my running attire (minus the footwear) -- just what everyone had seen me in earlier that day -- so nothing remarkable. I was tempted to take my bra off next -- then at least I'd be revealing something I'd not shown anyone before. Well, not other women anyway -- boyfriends are different. Anyway, maybe I was just playing for time, but I ended up going for my shorts instead. I lifted up my bum and slipped them off, revealing a fairly unsexy pair of plain black knickers.

Now I was down to what was regularly on show in the locker room -- what was perfectly proper in the context of getting changed. This was the point at which I'd normally head off to the showers, taking with me a towel, a clean pair of knickers and a bra. Like everyone else at our club, I didn't go any further until I was in the safety of the shower cubicle. But perhaps today I could pretend that I thought the rules would be different in a hotel room.

I hesitated for a few seconds, and almost chickened out. Maybe Mary had begun to wonder what I was waiting for. I could so easily have bottled it, have stood up and gone taken my shower. Mary would have had no idea of the idiotic notion that was desperately fighting a lifetime of deeply ingrained inhibitions. I'm not sure what the trigger was, but I felt myself lifting up my bum, while my hands slid my knickers off and let them fall to the floor. I could see Mary sitting in front of me, and while her attention was focussed on her phone, a telltale sharp turn of her head in my direction, then straight back to her phone gave away that she'd seen. I guess she was too embarrassed, or too polite, to say anything.

I bent forward to pick my knickers off the floor before firmly grasping my bra and pulling it over my head. It was a lot easier now I was committed -- and honestly I'd have looked even stupider if I'd gone bottomless but left my bra on. I was acutely aware that Mary was doing her best not to show any reaction, but as I stood up I could feel her eyes surreptitiously taking in the whole length of my naked body, and the exposure felt delicious. A neatly trimmed landing strip was the only thing giving me any protection at all. Without saying a word, I turned and did my best to nonchalantly walk towards the bathroom, all the time acutely aware that Mary would be getting an unobstructed view of my retreating backside. I think I have a nice figure, so I was a little bit jealous that she was getting such a treat.

As I entered the bathroom, I caught sight of my very rosy, grinning face staring back at me. No doubt we could pretend otherwise, but my face would have left Mary with no doubt that it wasn't just innocent naivety that had led me to strip naked in front of her. Sure, I was embarrassed and somewhat dreading the consequences, but at the same time I was feeling euphoric and didn't really care. After firmly closing the door, I took a quick, hot shower, my eyes closed most of the time as I relived the experience. I know I might seem like a weirdo to you, but it had been a lot of fun.

I emerged ten or fifteen minutes later wrapped in a plain white towel to find Sinead sitting cross-legged on Mary's bed, both Mary and her still in their tracksuits. Their conversation went quiet and they both looked at me as I came in, so I had a good idea that Mary had told Sinead all about my little striptease.

"I'm all done for now if you want to go ahead," I said to Mary as I sat down once more on the edge of my bed facing the other two, careful to keep my legs together so I didn't flash anyone.

Mary took me up on my offer. I noticed that she picked up a sexy, lace bra and a matching pair of knickers she had ready -- clearly I wasn't going to start any kind of a trend. I thought this might be a cue for Sinead to head back to her and Eve's room, but she didn't budge.

"You don't mind if I get changed, do you?" I asked her.

"Be my guest," she answered with a bit of a shrug, like it was no big deal to her. But I bet it was.

I took hold of the top corner of my towel, the bit that was tucked inside to hold it all in place, and pulled it open as I stood up, letting it fall right off me. Then I stood and folded it up neatly. Obviously, I could have slipped on a pair of knickers while still wearing the towel, but would that have made it look like I was making a pass at Mary or something? If I showed her my naked body but not Sinead? Or I guess I could just have waited around until Sinead had left. Not that I really thought about it much -- being naked was too much fun!

I turned round and got my party wear out of my overnight bag -- nothing too special -- just a shortish blue sequined skirt and matching top and a bra and knickers set. I turned back to face Sinead, and stepped into the knickers, before pulling them up. Probably my cheeks were giving away how embarrassed I was feeling, but it was so much fun to tease Sinead like this. I'm sure plenty of women wouldn't see any need to cover up in front of one another, but then again I don't think I know any of them. Sinead didn't say anything -- if I wasn't putting on such a show I'd have said she was content just to chill for a moment, but there was no denying that she could see what I was doing and was quietly watching. And let's face it, I wanted her to watch.

I did think about finding some excuse for not finishing getting dressed, but nothing came to mind, so I ended up just putting my bra on, and then the show was basically over.

"I better go get showered myself," she said as soon as I'd finished zipping up my skirt. And with that, my little performance was done.

I was lying on my bed catching up with messages on my phone when Mary came back from the bathroom. Her athletic body shown off to good effect by the lingerie she was wearing, but let's face it, me and countless other women had seen her in as little many times before. I barely took any notice as she slipped on a sexy black dress.

Well, nothing much remarkable happened after that. We found a cheap and cheerful Italian around the corner, then checked out a couple of bars. Like Mary, Eve and Sinead were both wearing sexy stylish dresses, so I felt a bit underdressed in comparison. Their outfit were certainly more sophisticated than mine which was maybe a little juvenile. We ended up in a slick nightclub and I think we all had a bit much to drink. I certainly did anyway, as I have fairly hazy memories of the taxi ride home and getting into bed. As far as I remember, there was no mention of my little striptease shows.

I woke up the next morning with a bit of a sore head and a queasy stomach. It was already 9:15, and Mary was nowhere to be seen. I figured she was getting breakfast, so I just went and took a shower. I had managed to put on my pyjamas before passing out the night before, and yes, I did still have my knickers on -- I hadn't put on another strip show. I remembered taking off my bra under my pyjamas like I usually did when I was in company. Well, I did notice Mary coming in at one point -- well I assumed it was Mary, but I wasn't bothered about her seeing me through the frosted glass of the shower cubicle -- that didn't count.

No, it wasn't till I was done and I stepped out the shower that I realised anything was up. My clothes and all the towels had vanished. Even the bath mat. I'm sure you realise what that meant -- they were setting me up so I'd have to either hide in the bathroom and beg for a towel, or come out and give them another viewing of my naked flesh. If I'd been feeling less hung over, I like to think I'd have just marched out there boldly and enjoyed the whole experience, but I guess I wasn't feeling as confident as last night. I opened the bathroom door and poked my head out. No one was in the room, so a bit sheepishly I came out.

Well, that was when I realised that this prank was a bit next level. All my stuff was gone -- my bag, clothes and everything else, except my phone - that was still lying on the bedside table. They'd also taken all the duvets, sheets, even the pillows and cushions. In other words, absolutely anything I could have used to preserve my modesty. Fuck you girls, I thought to myself as I dripped water all over the carpet. You've got me as good as I got you, that's for sure. Then my phone rang -- it was Mary.

"Hello Mary," I said, trying to sound bored and unalarmed.

"Freya, did you forget that Eve needs to get back. She's got to catch her plane to Nice later today. You were taking so long that we packed up all your stuff for you, but we can't wait any longer. Either you're in the car within the next minute, or we leave without you."

Fuck it, I thought to myself. I walked over to the window and looked out. The curtains were wide open, so anyone on the other side of the hotel could have seen me, but as they weren't going to know who I was, that wasn't too big a deal. I looked down and could see Sinead in the driver's seat of her car, Mary beside her. They had pulled up beside the far side of the car park, right near the exit. Mary caught sight of me and started waving.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" I heard her say on the phone. "We thought you'd be ready by the time we were done with breakfast. We really can't wait any longer."

Fuck it, I said to myself again. It's not like they've left me any choice. Still clutching my phone, I ran across to the door, pulled it open and ran out into the corridor without bothering to check first that no one was out there. I belted it down to the lifts, but decided to use the stairs instead. Some guy had been coming down the corridor, but he'd basically just have got a view of the back of me -- hopefully he'd not seen my face. I pelted down three stories, my boobs flying around all over the place, but I didn't come across anyone. The doors at the bottom led right onto reception. I paused for a second to look through the windows, and could see the receptionist talking to a middle-aged couple. Great! Looks like they're all occupied, I told myself, as I rushed out the stairway and made a beeline for the outside doors.

Well, they certainly weren't so distracted that they didn't notice a wet, naked woman sprinting past only a couple of metres away.

"Sorry," is all I managed to come out with, before I was out the doors and racing across the carpark, now all too aware that it was cold out and the ground was hard. I could see Sinead looking at me in shock as I neared the car. I had visions of the three of them locking me out, but the door opened when I pulled on the handle, and I jumped into the back seat.

"Let's go," Mary said in a slightly panicked voice. "I didn't think she was crazy enough to go through with it and I don't want anyone catching us!"

Sinead didn't need any prompting, we were out the car park and on our way almost before Mary had finished speaking. Eve was sat across from me, staring at me. Thankfully Sinead's car had tinted windows at the back, so there wasn't much chance of anyone else seeing me, but I was still exposed to the three of them. Well, I guess Sinead couldn't see much, but Mary was looking back at me, and Eve was only inches away.

"Do you do this kind of thing all the time?" Mary asked.

"No one's ever stolen all my clothes while I've been in the shower before," I answered honestly.

"I'm kind of glad the hotel wasn't booked in my name," Eve said. "No one will be able to trace this back to me."

"Thanks a bunch!" Sinead answered. "My booking. My car. Are you trying to get me into trouble, Freya?"

"I can't see how I'm the one responsible," I protested.

"Come on Freya," Mary objected, "You're the one who took off all her clothes and left us to do your packing. Just be grateful we waited for you at all."

There really wasn't much point arguing, was there?

"Any chance of a towel?" I asked.

"Here you go," Mary replied, tossing what looked like one of the hotel towels back towards me.

I took it and dried myself off as best I could. By that time, Mary had passed my bag to Eve who'd put it on the seat between us, so I was able to get dressed.

Amazingly, nothing more was said about my streak, or the shows I'd put on the night before for Mary and Sinead. It wasn't long until Sinead dropped me off outside my flat, before heading off again with the other two. I unlocked my front door with only one thought on my mind -- stripping naked and reimagining my experiences in the comfort of my bedroom.

Well, that might have been the end of it all if it hadn't have been for an unexpected circumstance at practice the following week. No one had mentioned anything, so I figured the girls hadn't spread around what had gone on. Probably they didn't want to be known as childish pranksters. I didn't get much opportunity to talk to the other three as they were doing some sort of job for the club or something and so weren't out practising for most of the session. I just trained with the other sprinters.

It was only when we came in to get changed at the end of practice that an opportunity too opportune to pass over presented itself. I'd arrived in my kit and just left my bag on the edge of the field like most everyone else, so I'd not been in the changing rooms to see that one of the shower cubicles had had a curious accident. Somehow or other the one nearest the changing area had been damaged -- the whole side wall and door of the cubicle were nowhere to be seen. The frame they attached to was still there, as was the shower itself and the drain underneath. Obviously no one was going to use it. No one, that is, except me. Of course I knew better, but it was like putting a big fat juicy steak in front of a dog and expecting it not to eat it -- what chance did I have?

Well, we generally all finished at around the same time, so unless you got in super pronto, there would always be a queue for the showers. That was going to be even more true today now that there were only three, not four like usual. Some people did just head straight home to shower, but most of us liked to get clean first, if only because we often went out for drinks afterwards. Anyway, that queue at least gave me some sort of cover, though I don't think I really stopped to think it through.

"Do you think anyone would mind if I used this one?" I asked, speaking generally to the five or so women who were already waiting ahead of me.

I could pick up some signs of surprise -- sharply turned heads and chat abruptly curtailed. No one seemed too keen to answer either way, or even to make eye contact with me. They'd clearly all heard though, so I just stood and waited.

"Don't let me stop you," one of them said after a moment -- probably as much to break an awkward silence as for any other reason.

"I really will do my best not to splash you," I said, laughing to myself at the consternation my supposedly innocent question had aroused.

Now, the hooks where I'd usually hang my towel and clean undies had vanished along with the door, so I decided it'd make more sense just to get undressed on one of the nearby benches. I really was shitting myself a bit -- I mean I'd already made my intention clear, so no doubt everyone would be watching me already. But it was that positive type of apprehension -- you know -- like you're going to go on stage and perform or something.

I took a deep breath and kept my eyes fixed on the wall. I didn't dare even to look sideways. I kicked my trainers off and pulled off my socks. I hesitated. I mean I tried not to -- the plan -- as much as I had a plan -- was to act natural, like it I thought it was a perfectly normal thing to do. I forced myself to put my hands inside the waistband of my shorts, then before I could stop myself, they were sliding down my legs together with my knickers. I was very aware that I was probably flashing a lot more than just my bum as I stepped out of them and stuffed them into my kit bag. Well, I'd have looked a bit of a tit if I'd stopped there, so it was easier to complete the job by pulling my sports bra over my head. I picked up my shower gel and towel, and tried to stand up straight and confident as I turned towards the shower.

One woman was openly staring, while a couple more weren't trying to hide that they were watching, but were being a little less obvious about it. A few others were trying to act like they weren't fazed, but everyone was either looking, or not looking, but taking surreptitious glances. There certainly wasn't anyone who was taking no notice at all.

"I feel a bit naughty," I said, making eye contact with a couple of the women who were still waiting in line. "I mean, I feel like I'm jumping the queue." I tried not to let my tone of voice give away how I was feeling, but I don't think I totally succeeded. I'd love to tell you how I felt, but I think if you've never been the only one naked in front of a whole load of other people, you just can't really get it.

I could feel everyone's eyes on my privates, on my cute round bum and perky tits, but I tried to appeared unbothered. I reached up to swing my towel over the top of the cubicle's door frame and then bent down to put my shower gel on the floor. I was struggling to keep my breathing under control as I turned on the shower and stepped back while I waited for it to warm up. Each breath was becoming shorter and faster. I turned round to face everyone who was waiting in line -- they were more or less within arm's length of me. Then I felt stupid and turned back to face the wall. I knew the water wasn't really hot enough yet, but I just jumped in and braced myself. At least the cold water gave me an excuse for my ragged breathing. I was excited, yes, but also a bit scared. Had I done something stupid I'd regret?

Suddenly, I was desperate to get out of there. I bent down and picked up my shower gel, quickly spreading it over my body as I stood under the water, then immediately rinsing myself off without daring to turn round again. It was undoubtedly my quickest shower ever, and I'm not sure I really got clean, or washed off all the soap. Turning the water off, I spun round and immediately grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my torso, tucking the end in so it wouldn't fall off. I did my best to dry myself by rubbing my hands all over the towel. I felt embarrassed (even more embarrassed) when I had to dry my bum by pushing part of the towel into my crack, but I got most of me acceptably dried off without exposing myself again.

It was at this point that I noticed that Mary, Eve and Sinead had come in and were stood watching the spectacle (me!) from the far end of the room. They weren't exactly looking impressed. Well, I know it was daft given what everyone had already seen, and it must have made me look stupider than stupid, but I walked back across to the bench still wrapped in the towel, my legs dripping wet, so I could grab my clean knickers out of my bag and slide them on underneath the towel. I probably flashed a bit of my bum in the process, but that wasn't really anything much to worry about given that everyone had already had the chance to feast their eyes on it to their heart's content.

After that, it was just a case of sliding my bra down till it covered my boobs. Once they were safely covered up, it was easy to slip my arms in and clip it on behind. Then I pulled the towel right off and hastily dried the rest of me before getting dressed as quick as I possibly could. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red as I tried to make my escape, doing my best not to make eye contact with anyone.

"Freya." It was Mary -- the three of them were still lurking by the door.

"Oh, hi Mary -- sorry, I've got to run," I replied, very much regretting the necessity of acknowledging her presence.

"We didn't get to train together today -- can you come across to mine on Saturday and we can do some extra training?"

"Yes, that's great -- just let me know when." And with that I was gone and out the door.

Well, Saturday came round all too soon. Except for a couple of texts to confirm the time, I'd not been in touch with the other three at all. I was mortified about what I'd done, but the thought of it was totally intoxicating too. My cheeks still went bright red every time I thought of it. That had garnered me quite a few quizzical looks, especially in the office. Fortunately everyone had been polite enough not to ask what it was all about.

By the time I pulled up outside Mary's house, I wasn't sure if I wanted them to bring it up or not. Mary lived near enough our athletics field that we could just walk over, so I was already in my club tracksuit, my shorts and bra top on underneath. Mary showed me into her living room, where I found Sinead, Eve and Lori, our club captain, lounging on the sofa and chairs.

Lori didn't waste any time getting started. "Freya," she began. I already had the impression something was up. "We better start by setting you straight on what this extra training session is all about." I looked around at the others -- if anything I'd have said that Sinead and Eve were doing their best not to smirk. "Your behaviour on Wednesday was totally out of line. Did you not take a second to think how it would reflect on your team mates? How embarrassing it would be for Mary, Eve and Sinead to have a member of their squad, who they train with and compete with, acting like a little child, showing no consideration for others. If you're really that much of an exhibitionist, go join a pole dancing club or become a nudist."

"I'm sorry," was all I managed to come up with.

"Well, I am too. You're a fast runner. You had a lot to give to our club, but you've left me with no choice but to suspend you."

"Suspend me?" I asked a bit incredulously.

"Do you need me to explain what that means?" she asked back.

"No, but, I mean..."

"Fortunately, I've spoken to the rest of the squad and they're prepared to give you another chance if you want to take it."

"Yes. Yes, I want to keep running if that's possible." You might think I'd never want to show my face in the club again, but actually I wanted to stay, if they'd have me.

"OK. Well, if you can show us some self-discipline today, you can stay. Otherwise you'll have to quit for good. Have we got a deal?"

"Yes! I promise I won't do anything stupid again."

I was still standing just inside the door. The rest of them had taken all the seats and they didn't seem minded to make room for me.

"Well, as I said, unless and until you can convince me you deserve another chance, you're suspended, so you've no right to wear our kit. Take it off," Lori pronounced sharply.

I look at her startled. Then it clicked. This training session was never going to be a training session at all, but some sort of payback. I almost walked out there and then. But then I decided that if they were going to test me, I'd show them. So, I began by unzipping my tracksuit top and slipping it off, before neatly folding it and placing it on the ground beside me. Next I kicked off my trainers. Of course, they weren't part of the official club kit, but they had to come off before I could go any further. Next I bent down and stepped out of my tracksuit, before, looking from one to the other of my spectators as I did so. They were quietly watching back, but Eve looked away when I tried to make eye contact -- one minor victory to me.

Next came my shorts. This is where I'd say it started to get interesting. I mean, of course they'd seen me in my knickers plenty, but it's one thing when you're getting changed and quite another when you're ordered to strip. Nonetheless, I had no difficulty in playing it cool, calmly placing my shorts on top of my tracky bottoms, smiling slightly defiantly as I looked from one to another of my would-be tormentors. My plain red knickers didn't cover a lot, but they did at least hide all my pubic area and half of my bum, even if only narrow strips around my hips connected the front and back halves.

Now, I have no doubt at all that they had planned all this knowing that my sports bra was part of the club kit too -- Lori's command wouldn't have been half as consequential otherwise. I smiled as I took hold of my bra and swiftly pulled it off, confidently looking from one to another of them as I dropped it on the floor beside me, very aware that I was giving them an unimpeded view of my bare nipples, which I think must have been standing fully erect. There's no question that the four of them were all taking a good look at me. I felt quite proud of my boobs to be honest, and my bravery too.

I still had my white sports socks on, which probably looked a bit daft as they certainly were anything but sexy, but as they weren't properly part of the club kit -- we just wore any white socks -- I didn't think I should be taking them off.

"Now, you're not going to get shy, are you?" Lori asked.

"Do I look shy?" I asked back. Probably it wasn't wise to antagonise them, but let's face it, if I'd been wise before, I wouldn't be in this situation now.

"Just as well," Lori continued. "In the circumstances we decided you could complete our test wearing what you are now. Any objections?"

"Would it make any difference if I did?"

"Not really, though you can always call it quits and go home at any time," Lori responded. "Though if you haven't won back the right to wear our kit, it might be a bit of a spicy journey home." She grinned -- I'm fairly sure I wasn't supposed to take that seriously. "Now, each of your teammates has a task for you to complete. Show us you've got the self-control to complete each one, and we'll pretend that Wednesday's little performance never happened."

I marvelled at how easily Lori seemed to be slipping into role. We'd not particularly been friends, but she'd always been very good natured and approachable up to now. I still wasn't really certain how much this whole episode was a bit of good natured fun and how much it was serious hazing, but I was going to do my best to play it for what it was worth.

"And the good news is that I get to go first," Mary began. "We agreed that as I was the first to see you in all your glory, I should be the first to get some payback."

"Didn't you like what you saw?" I asked, doing my best to sound a bit aggrieved, as I turned to face her and took a step forward so I was just inches away from her. Mary looked a bit uncomfortable.

"You could have given me some warning. Your tits are not a sight I'll forget in a hurry," Mary objected. "Anyway, I decided to keep things simple. All I need is for you to do a crab bridge and hold it for sixty seconds. Do you know what I mean or do I have to show you?"

"Like this?" I sat down on the floor, knees raised and hands resting on the floor, before lifting my whole body to form an arch with my stomach facing upwards. It wasn't hard to do, but holding it was another matter. Within seconds my arms started to ache. Plus I was acutely aware that I was pointing my barely covered crotch directly at Eve -- she could probably pick up some of the details of what was underneath the one thin bit of fabric.

"Do you realise how daft you look?" Sinead asked. "I mean, who does exercises in socks and knickers?"

"I do, I guess." I didn't say any more as it was increasingly hard to hold my position. Mary wasn't giving me any indication of how much longer I had to go, but abruptly the pain in my arms became too much and I let myself fall back to rest on the carpet. I looked up at Mary.

"That was quite impressive," she said with a smile. "47 seconds. Close but not close enough."

"So, is that it?" I asked, wondering if this meant I was out of the club then and there.

"Tell you what," Lori said, "seeing as you made a valiant effort, we'll let you continue and then see if we can work something out afterwards."

"So that means it's my turn -- as I was the second one to get an eyeful I get to go second," Sinead announced. "My challenge should be dead easy -- all you have to do is put your hands on your head and stand still for one minute."

"Like this I asked?" standing right in the middle of all of them, but facing Sinead, my hands on my head as requested.

"Perfect," Sinead replied. "But if you move from the spot or take your hands off your head, you lose. I'm starting the time... now."

This is going to be easy, I thought to myself, until I heard the sound of someone in the next room. I looked over my shoulder to see the door opening and Mary's boyfriend coming into the room. I have to admit I very nearly did take my hands off my head to cover up my boobs, or move my feet so I'd have my back to him, but I managed to resist the temptation, if only just.

"Hi, it's Mark, isn't it?" I said to him, forcing a smile. I was ninety-nine percent sure this was a set up and he hadn't just turned up at an inopportune moment.

"Yes, that's right Freya. Mary was telling me you had a figure to die for and loved showing it off, so I thought it was the least I could do to show some appreciation."

I deepened my smile. "I hope I live up to expectations, Mark."

He came closer and walked right round in front of me. Of course I was totally mortified, but I was enjoying it too.

"I think I better be careful what I say, in case I get myself in trouble with Mary. I won't make any comparisons. You do seem to have plenty of self-confidence."

"Maybe. I think I just haven't yet decided if it's more embarrassing to be stood here with my hands on my head, or my tits on display."

"I don't think you have to be embarrassed about either -- you're showing yourself off beautifully -- what's not to like?"

"I'm not sure you'd say that if you were in my position!"

"Probably not. Anyway, from the vibes I'm picking up off Mary, I think I'm going to pay for this later. I better get out of here."

"Thanks for being such a good sport, Mark," Sinead said as he headed out the door. "And Freya, that's your minute up. I've got to say I'm impressed -- I didn't think you'd do it."

I took my hands off my head. "I'm not sure you played entirely fair, Sinead. I mean -- Mark turning up wasn't part of the original deal, was it?"

"I never said it wasn't. Don't spoil a clear win by griping about the rules. That's one to us and one to you. Should we make it best of three, then Freya still has a chance to win?"

"I can go with that," Lori said quickly. "Just one more challenge and you'll be back in the club."

Before I got a chance to reply, Eve started to talk. "OK, Freya, seeing as you seem to think stripping stark bollock naked isn't a big deal at all, I'm going to give you five minutes to prove it. If you can persuade any of the rest of us to bare all within that time, I'll take your point and admit that maybe I'm a prude. Otherwise, you'll have lost the challenge -- and I think you'll have to admit that you're the oddball, not us."

"Now I know why Lori agreed to two out of three. This one's going to take a miracle, but I guess I'll give it a go for what it's worth." I paused and thought for a moment, before taking a few steps back so I could face them all at once.

"Look, I think I'm the living breathing proof. Mary and Sinead both saw me naked at the hotel, and the sky didn't fall down. I had a bit of fun and at the very least I gave them a story to tell. I kind of suspect you both enjoyed it, or you wouldn't have invited me to parade around in my knickers today. Let's face it, I don't have anything you don't -- what can you see looking at me that you wouldn't see if you looked at yourself in a mirror? If I hadn't kind of enjoyed myself in the hotel room, and the streak to the car, there's no way I'd have succumbed to temptation on Wednesday when presented with such a fortuitous circumstance."

"You don't honestly think that was down to chance do you?" Mary asked. "We three had to spend most of the practice session taking that cubicle to bits, and then even longer putting it back together afterwards."

"You sly fuckers!" I meant it too. "No, that had never occurred to me. Anyway, if that's the case, I think it's a bit unfair that you're holding it against me. That was like putting a bowl of ice cream in front of a two-year-old and expecting her not to eat it."

They all just grinned back at me.

"Anyway, that's beside the point. Look, you might all be sane, sensible and safe, but who's the one who's having all the fun?"

"I'm kind of enjoying myself," Eve butted in.

"Kind of? Kind of? Do you think I'm 'kind of' doing anything right now? I'm not kind of enjoying myself -- I'm fucking manic." I'm not sure if I just couldn't help myself, but before I knew what I was doing I was bending down and pushing my knickers down my thighs. "If it was such a terrible thing, do you think I'd be doing this for like the third time in a week or whatever?" I was walking back and forth, I was so hyper by this point -- going straight up to one or another of the girls and then stepping back. I bent down and pulled off my socks, before putting my hands on my hips and going to stand right in front of Eve. "You must at least have thought about joining me, or you wouldn't have given me this challenge, so come on! When are you going to get a better chance?"

"I couldn't think of anything more embarrassing," she replied coolly, pointedly refusing to rise to the bait.

"That's half the fucking point, Eve." I raised my arms in a gesture of despair. "Live up to your bloody name for God's sake and show us your birthday suit. If you wimp out now, you might regret it for ever."

"Go on Eve -- we promise not to take pictures." That was Sinead.

"Yes, it wouldn't be fair to hold back just so Freya can't win her challenge," Mary added.

"You take all the pictures you bloody want because I'm keeping my clothes on," Eve responded. "If you're so desperate for Freya to win, let's see one of you in the altogether."

I turned round and pointedly looked at Sinead and then Mary. I took a quick glance at Lori too -- she seemed quite content to take a back seat and not get involved.

"Look, Eve, it's patently obvious that Sinead, Mary and Lori aren't going to be persuaded out of their clothes. You're the only hope. Why not strip to your knickers and then decide if you want to finish the job? Can't you see how much everyone's enjoying ogling me all over -- that could be you if you'd only just pull your finger out."

Eve just sat back and slowly shook her head. She seemed to be stifling a laugh.

I think I knew at that point that it was hopeless.

"Look, it's just a bum." I stood with my back to her, my bum only inches from her eyes. "You've got one just like it. We all have." Then I bent right over. "And that's a pussy. You've got one too." I stood up and turned round, lifting my hands up in the air. "Or maybe you like it more from this side. What the fuck's the problem?"

If I hadn't been caught up in the moment, I couldn't have gone that far.

"Oh, you really are all a bunch of prudes!"

Feeling my energy and confidence waning, I sat down on the floor, next to where I'd left my pile of my clothes, my legs straight out in front of me.

"That was a stellar performance, Freya," Lori said. "But unfortunately time's up and we're all still fully dressed."

"So that's it then?" I asked.

"I don't know what else we can do," Lori said, doing her best to sound sympathetic. "You took on your squad-mates challenges and lost." I had a feeling she was just playing with me -- or did she really want me out of the club?

Rather than replying, I unzipped the pocket of my tracksuit bottoms and fished out my phone and car keys.

"I guess you better keep the kit then," I said as I stood up. "Been nice knowing you."

And with that I turned and headed out the door.

"Freya, wait! Don't be daft." That was Mary, a note of almost panic in her voice.

I laughed to myself as I strode up to the front door and let myself out.

One of the neighbours, and goodness knows who else, got a good look at me as I got in the car. I gave her a wave as I drove off.

And no, I didn't go home. I called up an old fuck buddy of mine who's got a suitably secluded driveway. I was ready for a good seeing to, that's for sure! All I'm prepared to say it that his massive cock didn't disappoint!

As to what happened to the relay squad, well that's a story for another time.