Wrestling

You smile and shake your head. "Not so fast. You won this round of the process. Hailey did the best during the interview." Hailey does a little fist punch as you announce you verdict of the interviews. Honestly, they were all about the same, but you decide to make it fun by giving Hailey the win. Hannah looks peeved about it, of course.

"There are 2 cars waiting outside to take 2 of you to anywhere you want to go. Only 1 of you is staying. Now for the final round..." you say, crossing your arms and thinking about what to do next.

The models are dumbfounded and don't know how to react, but it's Hannah who makes her move first by starting to talk about how she maintains her public image. She even name drops her husband's name to emphasize what an asset she would be to your company. Hailey tries to plead her case too, naming the famous people and brands she works with.

Mia, on the other hand, has been quiet and standing behind the other 2 women. She's watching you while the other 2 talk rapidly, and you stare back at her, wondering what she's thinking. Has she given up on the job?

You realize that's not the case when she smiles slyly and raises a hand to her only covered breast and slowly peels off the bedazzled cloth. She drops it and grabs her breasts in both hands, giving them a little shake at you and then blows you a kiss. At the same time, Hannah and Hailey realize you're not paying attention and turn around to see what has your attention.

"What are you doing?" Hailey exclaims.

"You slut! Seriously? You think that's going to work?!?" Hannah adds.

You chuckle as you come up with an idea and tell the ladies to wait there while you go get prepared. You exit your office and find your assistants, telling them what you want. You ask how long it will take for them to get the things you ask for, and the first assistant says 30 minutes, while the second one says 20 minutes. You laugh at the constant jockeying for status, and tell them to go quickly and come get you when it's ready. As they hurry away, you don't go back into your office, instead choosing to lean against the door and put your ear close to it. You can hear the models talking inside and the conversation seems to be pretty heated as they argue about the job and what they're willing to do.

Your assistants return after only 15 minutes, huffing and puffing after completing your task. Smiling, you give them a thumbs up and open the doors to your office, where you see Hannah and Hailey standing side by side in their swimsuits, while Mia has put her trenchcoat back on, likely because she couldn't stick her pasties back. They stop talking when they see you, and you beckon for them to follow you.

"Come," you say, then when you see Hannah and Hailey reaching for their trenchcoats, you add, "Leave them."

The 3 models follow you and your assistants who are leading the way, down the elevator and out of the building. Next, you walk a short distance to the outdoor courtyard located in the heart of your company's complex. It's one of the standard things you see in a tech company where people can lay on the grass and bask in the sun while having their lunch or play some ultimate frisbee. Lots of your employees are out and about at this time, and many have gathered around what you had your assistants set up, wondering what's going on. You smile and wave at them as you pass, leading the models to the inflatable pool in the middle of the grass that you had your assistants find, something that was apparently readily available. When you get to the pool, you wait for Hannah, Hailey and Mia to catch up.

"What's this? A kiddie pool? You want us to pose in our swimsuits in it?" Hailey asks.

You shake your head and point to the pool. "Look closely. That's not water. It's oil. The kind they use in oil wrestling," you announce, looking around at your employees. Many of them have their phones out to record what's going on. It's still light outside even though the sun is being shielded by one of the buildings of your company, but everyone present has a good view.

"So... what do we have to..." Hailey starts to say before trailing off at the end, realizing where this is going.

Hannah puts her hands on her hips. "You can't be serious. You want us to wrestle each other?"

"Yes," you reply with a grin.

"And if we refuse?"

"Then you forfeit your opportunity at the job. If you don't get in, you forfeit. If you get pinned under someone for 10 seconds, you lose. And to make it interesting and fair, instead of 1 on 1 and then the last person wrestles the winner, you'll all 3 go in at the same time," you explain the rules, stopping for a question from Mia who has her hand up.

"But I... I uh..." she says with a blush, looking around at the many people gathered around.

"You're topless under the coat? Yeah, you'll just have to wrestle topless then. Your pasties wouldn't have held up long anyway," you say as a matter of factly with a shrug. "So, shall we begin? If you want to participate, step into the pool and wait for my go."

Surprisingly, Hannah doesn't hesitate at all and she's the first person in the pool, stepping into the ankle deep oil. Hailey is only a few steps behind her. Meanwhile, Mia is still pondering her choices, when the crowd starts to cheer and urge her on. After about a minute, you're about to give up on Mia, when she suddenly reaches for the belt holding her trenchcoat together, undoes it, and lets it fall to the grass. People all around cheer when they see her bare, bouncy breasts, and she gets into the pool as well. The 3 models stand in a triangle and face each other, sizing their competition up.

"Ready....?" you say loudly, "Wrestle!"