The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 21, Section 8, Steph & Beka: Worship Penny & Coco’s Pictures (Day 17), Molly & Steph and Beka & Elle: Dining Room Roommates Upstairs in the Bunkroom, Babs liberates Molly and Elle from making out with the minxy Mirror and orders them downstairs to the Dining Room to check on their Roommates. She places inattentive Robyn body and face forward against the magical reflective surface, lets the Cam fixate upon her as the Mirror clenches her, and retreats to her Bedroom and Desktop. Instead of providing pleasure, as Mirror did to topless Molly and an asto...

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 21, Section 8, Steph & Beka: Worship Penny & Coco’s Pictures (Day 17), Molly & Steph and Beka & Elle: Dining Room Roommates Upstairs in the Bunkroom, Babs liberates Molly and Elle from making out with the minxy Mirror and orders them downstairs to the Dining Room to check on their Roommates. She places inattentive Robyn body and face forward against the magical reflective surface, lets the Cam fixate upon her as the Mirror clenches her, and retreats to her Bedroom and Desktop. Instead of providing pleasure, as Mirror did to topless Molly and an astounded Elle, Boss Babe had decided that Mirror will provide Robyn with pain... should she elect to detach herself. Molly and Elle scramble downstairs but carefully tiptoe into the Dining Room. At first neither Pledge on her knees takes their eyes off the Baseboard Strippers, but then Beka sneaks a look and finds Elle’s eyes. “Jeez, Beka,” Elle observes with genuine shock. “This is like a repeat of what we had to do for Janet.” Well, perhaps. Beka and Elle certainly adopted a similar posture admiring the Baseboard Strippers at the Corvette House, and Beka’s miniskirt has once again ridden so high that her borehole exposes itself. {Only this time the stern passage next to you belongs to Steph, not moi.} Elle remains frustrated that she has not been afforded an opportunity to discover what was pushed into her nether way. {I don’t need to see any clips of myself, thank you,} Elle admits. She glances at the gray Screen on the opposite wall. {But I did see a clip of Beka, and she’s right that something long and metallic got sunk into her bowels. And taken out. Something got pushed into me, too, but it never came out. It melted inside me.} Perhaps it even got absorbed by the intestines. Elle considers her own costume, one halter and ripped shorts, and worries about her Roommate’s up-ended commitment. {Poised for reception, ass up, awaiting a procto... again.} She casts her eyes to Steph. Steph still keeps her eyes fixed on the Baseboard Strippers. {Like, Beka, Steph’s minidress rides all the way up her stern, and unlike Beka and me, Steph’s stern tunnel hasn’t been yet. I reckon that’s about to change.} Elle leans over to examine the floor between Beka’s legs. {Yes, you are indeed pumping béchamel outta your box.} Elle purses her lips. {And am I going to have to lick it up once again?} Later. Molly and Elle don’t know that Janet has already come and gone. Beka forgets about oval mouth. “Elle, please help me cum and be a Stripper next Term. Lolly me up please. I’ll” “Maybe you shouldn’t be talking right now,” Elle suggests, then switches from concern for Beka to concern for herself. “I mean, you assured me before we pledged that we might get photoed and videoed, and okay, I agreed to that. But we are now getting cammed in uncompromising positions and situations. This isn’t like some wild party, an uninhibited after-hours private club, or even an underground fashion show. You’ve got us into something that is way over the top.” Beka opens her mouth to talk. “Elle” Steph interrupts, “Get your eyes on the Strippers, you stupid bimbo.” She snorts. “The last thing I need is to get punished for your transgressions.” Beka tries to apologize. “I’m sorry, Steph“ Steph interrupts, “Shut up.” Yet she takes her eyes off the prize and turns her head around to look behind her at Elle. “You shut up too, you nigmenog neophyte. You’re gonna Flip-Flop with Beka and be the next Cosmos squeezing nectar outta her upskirted nook!” Elle takes in a breath, but Molly, silent until now, awkwardly makes her presence known and pleads to Elle, “She’s right, Elle. You and Beka are both begging to be Strippers next Term. You two and Tiffany and I, we’re all begging to get to the Nugget.” Elle mentally shrugs. {Maybe a Flip-Flop is a fair thing. Beka and I each have to titter and vagflash the same ways, yet we both retain our two Garments, which is, after all, what Opting Up requires.} Steph, suspicions confirmed that the heavy footsteps accompanying Elle belong to her plump Roommate Molly, returns her gaze to the Baseboard Strippers, and issues brusque direction, “Listen to me, Molly Mammoth. You swing your lazy fat majonkers into action, get down on your hands and knees, and lick my pee up. I know you’re a Piss Mouth from the Bachelor Party. So don’t shirk on me.” There isn’t much pee to lick up; Molly lowers down to her elbows and knees, with her back straight and her breasts hanging down like horseshoes, with the bag at the bottom the widest and the upper sac stretched thin. She lowers her lips to the floor, collects the pee standing there in a single lick, and then runs her tongue up the inside of Steph’s thigh, much to Steph’s dismay and amazement. Before Steph can stabilize Molly rises back onto her feet, gathers Elle by the hand, and leads the both of them back to the Kitchen. Molly answers the question she reads in Elle’s eyes. “We got outta there before Steph decided to empty even more of her bladder. I might be a Piss Mouth, but that doesn’t mean I relish licking up Steph’s urine.” How about giving Elle a kiss?