Push a button with a bucket on it. They are just getting started.

Karly, headstrong in her sprint, has lost her balance on the soft mat, and falls forward, her tits pressed against the mat, her face looking up at you standing at the top.

Sawyer is right behind her, and, seeing her competition lying on her face, grabs Karly's ankle, yanking the young woman back down ramp, and pulling herself up a little in the process. Of course, Caitlyn is right there beside Sawyer and could grab her ankle too, but she opts for a more sporting run, hurrying as much as she can.

All three girls are looking up the ramp at you, crawling now, their cleavage and their hopeful, striving faces one behind the other, butts up in the air. So you push the button half-way down the control panel, with a picture of a bucket on it.

The girls can't see which button you pressed, but when a big plastic bucket slides into a hopper above the top of the ramp, they all know well enough to grab onto the mats and brace themselves. What pours out of the bucket is nothing too terrifying, but definitely makes the ramp harder. Sliding down the ramp under their hands and knees, lubricating everything and everyone, is warm tanning oil.

Sawyer tries first to continue the climb, but from her hands and knees crawl, she faceplants, her tits squishing against the mat as she lands. The oil covers her chest, and her skin shimmers, a little oily spot on the top side of one of her tits reflecting the sunlight up at you. She squints, and her slippery, shiny tits squish around as she struggles on the treacherous surface.

Karly struggles, rolls over, and manages to coat even her backside in the oil, sliding all the way down the ramp to the beginning. It feels like there should be an audience to heckle, or even a laugh track, but it's just you, the resort's lone customer, and that bimbo with the race flag and fake tits, watching these three struggle. Karly looks hopeless for a minute, and huffs, her tits, areolae, nipples and their studs, all are clearly visible as the oil-soaked top clings to her curves.

Caitlyn, the oil just getting to her spot half-way up the ramp, behind Sawyer, takes a deep breath, and reaches, grabbing the waistband of Sawyer's black slacks, and pulling with both hands. She depantses the lithe brown girl, who has on a tiny thong underneath, as much underwear as anyone at the resort probably has. In the process, she also pulls Sawyer back down the ramp, and takes her position. Scrambling, but careful not to backslide, she plants a foot on Sawyer's face, and lunges to the top of the ramp, looking up at you with a fierceness only slightly diminished by the humiliating position and all that slippery oil dripping off her pretty pink lip, the juicy cleavage under her tank top.

She's made it, and she's climbing up to a standing position. This is all for you, and for misogyny, of course, so, you could just plant your foot on her forehead and kick her back down. It's probably best to save the harpoon for a little later, but you can still meddle as much as you want.
So, will you let her up in first place and watch the others struggle for second? Or kick her back down to make way for someone else to win?