The first challenge: Queen of the Mountain!

Announcer: Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for: It’s time for our first challenge!

The camera whooshed past a giant slide, at least forty feet tall. The women were lined up at the bottom, wearing their skimpy red string bikinis, elbow guards, and knee guards. The bikinis were tied at four points: one on the back, one behind the neck, and one on each hip.

Angela stood there with the women in a red dress matching the color of the competitors’ outfits. “Ladies, welcome to your first challenge!” she announced, clapping.

The women followed suit and applauded with her. Some of them cheered. A few seemed to be clapping unenthusiastically, with forced smiles.

“Now listen up. There’s a trophy at the top of this slide.”

The camera showed a pedestal holding an object resembling a thick, slightly convex disc about the size of a dinner plate, except it had a bumpy geometric design that made it resemble an item from an old low poly video game. It had a giant gold star on one side, a pinkish red heart on the other, and a gold border running around the circumference. The pedestal was about ten feet beyond a finishing line painted on the floor, which was itself about twenty feet past the top of the slide. Both the pedestal and the floor were covered in soft padding.

Angela continued, “Your job is to climb the slide and reach the top. The first woman to cross the finish line and grab the trophy is our winner! May the best woman win! Now, everybody on your marks!”

The women lined up behind the starting line.

“Get set! Go!”

A bell rang. The women all dashed forward toward the base of the slide. When they reached it, they found out several things: it was slightly squishy, like a bouncy castle, it was slipperier than it looked, and it was much too narrow for all the women to go up side by side. They had to push and jostle each other to get into position. As they began to crawl their way up, the women in the back had no way to go around the ones on front of them. Their only option was to try to squeeze past or climb over the ones in front of them. There were hands and bodies everywhere. As they continued to climb, the pack began to separate, with the more athletic or aggressive women in the front and the less athletic and more timid women in the back.

As the women scrambled for purchase, they inevitably ended up grabbing one another’s assets. Some of them gave the others a lot to grab onto. With their ample curves, Georgie, Kiki, Libby, Jane, and Anais were particularly susceptible to being groped. However, there was no one who went untouched.

Inevitably, all this grasping started to loosen the strings holding the women’s bikinis on, and their clothes started slipping. Several women had the backs of their bikini tops come untied, leaving them hanging from their necks. The women’s modesty was protected only by gravity and hope. The tops, however, were continually flapping around, giving the audience tantalizing glimpses at what was underneath. Someone’s grasping hand grabbed the side of Gwen’s bikini bottom. The string was pulled apart, causing a flap to unfold, partially exposing her buttocks. Jane’s face turned almost as red as her hair when their prying hands made her overflowing bosom spill out of her bikini top, which was much too small to contain her huge natural breasts. Naomi’s top was pulled clean off. She unthinkingly covered her breasts with her hand, causing her to start sliding down the ramp. She quickly grabbed the slide with her other hand, trying to creep up on just one hand and her knees. However, that was tediously slow going. She begrudgingly gritted her teeth and dropped her arm, exposing her breasts, giving in to her nakedness, and crawled with both hands again. Penelope was in the middle of the pack for a while, but she started lagging farther and farther behind everyone else as she stopped to re-tie her bikini every time it came undone. Soon, she was in dead last place. On one hand, she had no one behind her anymore to pull her garments down… on the other hand, she had no chance of winning, either.