The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 20, Section 5, Robyn Cams Steph & Beka: Upskirt & Vagflash (Day 16), Steph & Beka & Elle: Front Porch Vagcam & Visitors It arouses Beka that Gamers might masturbate to her, and soon her suspended drip pools on the step below. Steph regains confidence. {My presentation of self-portraits a fuller individual. Beka is an over-eager newbie who will be swept by acting upon her. She’s not my Roommate, and I’ll get Molly’s panties when the timing is right. So competing with her is mostly just sport. Gameplay with ambiguous outcomes.} A deliveryman approache...

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 20, Section 5, Robyn Cams Steph & Beka: Upskirt & Vagflash (Day 16), Steph & Beka & Elle: Front Porch Vagcam & Visitors It arouses Beka that Gamers might masturbate to her, and soon her suspended drip pools on the step below. Steph regains confidence. {My presentation of self-portraits a fuller individual. Beka is an over-eager newbie who will be swept by acting upon her. She’s not my Roommate, and I’ll get Molly’s panties when the timing is right. So competing with her is mostly just sport. Gameplay with ambiguous outcomes.} A deliveryman approaches up the sidewalk carrying a large box. Upon seeing the two sitting-open Cosmos, he pauses, considers them, alters his grip on the box, turns, and exits back to a delivery van parked on the street. A young man with short brunette hair and wearing only a jockstrap approaches them. Possibly Steph might have seen him dance in a Club last Term; Beka’s never seen him before. He cams their upskirt, broda and stamen side-by-side, then orders them, “Show me your assholes.” The order flusters them both, but the directions require only an incremental movement for both vagflashers, so they draw their fingertips to the insides of their butts, pull their cheeks apart, and reveal this intimate asset. {I had to do this at the Corvette House,} Beka remembers, {except not in public.} Steph’s gaze toward the jockstrap cameraman is one of hatred. He smiles, spins on his heel, bends over, flashes them his own asshole, and exits. His action is too quick for the Front Door Cam, which watches them relax their grips on their butts and return their arms to their sides or behind them while keeping their legs wide open. Beka’s drip continues to hang down and pool on a step; Steph’s stamen continues to push its way up through her soft wavies. Soon after, an otherwise naked and shaved Gamer arrives wearing only a sock around his cock and balls. This creature kneels before Beka and commences to wash her feet with his tongue. Beka doesn’t quite know how to take it. It tickles. {But I also know it’s an honor.} Steph doesn’t quite know how to take it either. She resents Beka getting honored before her; {still, foot worship is a repulsive activity I need not lend a foot to.} The man wearing the cock sock exits without treating Steph, and she finds herself furious. {Boss Bitch desires to torment me. She thinks I was responsible for her foot worship last Term, but it Madam Nurse Beautician who trained her. She volunteered to wash feet with soap in her mouth last Term; nobody her. And so she sends this creep over to honor Beka with a foot wash. And ignore me. I should have ensured BB Opted Down last Term, and now she hides and lets Robyn haze me.} Steph checks her posture to make sure her knees are far enough apart {so you paparazzi with gyro-stabilized telephotos across the street can get a clear view.} Not a long enough minidress to make shadows. {I know.} {And I’m going to do anything I can to assist the both of you to Opt Down. Stripper for you, Robyn Redacted.} As for the Boss Bitch? {If somehow Tiffany can Double Opt Up, maybe Boss Bitch can Double Opt Down and also be a Stripper next Term. Now that’s something worth wanting to see.} Newbie Beka enjoys no worries about Terms past, but back inside the Cosmos House Elle worries about Beka’s indifference about who might possess her graven images... and what they might depict. Elle begs Babs to plead for Beka’s rescue from the Front Porch steps, and in the course of this conversation she makes a plea-bargain that includes a complication beyond Robyn teaching her to practice Hand Signs. Now Elle paces around the side of the house, and, like Robyn before her, approaches the front steps and looks up into two vages, one lightly haired with its strophoid elongated outward, and the other hanging brodeas all the way down and puddling on the next step. Elle worries about herself when she sees Beka’s open bare crotch. She shifts eyes to Steph and sees an alternate role model. {Short hairs over the snatch. No leaking love cream.} “Close your legs, dispatch yourselves to the Bell, and await the Back Door,” Elle orders. Steph breaks position and tells Elle, “You’re next!” Then she flounces out of the picture. Beka lingers, looks at her pool of broda on the step, and says, “Sorry, Elle. Be careful about splinters in your tongue.” Elle blinks. Licking up hadn’t been a part of any plea-bargain. Elle considers the hovering, expectant Cam. She looks around to see who might be watching. {It doesn’t matter.} She kneels and provides the Cam a total down-halter, both noogies handing free and both nipples in clear view. And licks her Roommate up off one wooden stair step. Carefully. The Front Door Cam collects this also, and after Elle stands up and squares her bearings, she gives the Cam a look of humiliation. “Thanks for rescuing me,” Beka says. “I don’t mind showing my boneroo, but Steph is really mean to me.” “You’re welcome,” Elle says. “I want you to know that I had to beg to practice Hand Signs and then Flip-Flop with you.” The twosome walk toward the side of the Porch so they are out of view of the Cam. “Gotta admit, Elle, the Cosmos House is really wild,” Beka cheerleads. “It’s like we’re clubbing again.” Elle counters, “It’s not. Before we enrolled and became Pledge we controlled our own titter and vagflash in order to manipulate a situation.” Elle adjusts her halter and tucks her fingers into the waistband of her jeans shorts. “Now it is Babs, via Robyn, who controls our titter and vagflash and manipulates the situation. Her dictum that ‘legs shall not be touching’ remains absolute. Not crossed, not sitting together, not ankles curled over each other. Apart. So Gamers can look in.” Beka squints. “Listen, Elle, my increasing popularity may be a good thing! And besides, face it, after we Flip-Flop, you’re next.” Beka reaches under her miniskirt. “Okay, all the Pledge keep their legs apart, but only Steph and I have nothing through our crotches. You’ll see. Vag-all-the-time. Big difference.” Beka licks her lips. “Hey, Elle, lighten up. Okay, I’m the one who got Cammed mostly, but you did get to lick up after me twice today, on the Quad and the Front Porch. And who knows where I’ll cam tomorrow? A bar or restaurant? Anywhere, really. Gamers get the feed live, and they can take their time looking at the replays.” “Right,” Elle reminds. “And Gamers who look can see that looking makes you all wet.”