The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 21, Section 10, Steph & Beka: Worship Penny & Coco’s Pictures (Day 17), Babs & Tiffany Discuss Babs’ Costume Options Tiffany returns Kimju’s tanga when the twosome return inside from the Post Henge, but she stays naked and makes no attempt to retrieve her Garments from the Bedroom upstairs as she huddles with Babs inside the double-door frame between the Kitchen and the Dining Room. It is an unusual, yet sheltered, location, midway between Tiffany’s Porn Star Calendar and Babs’ areolaged and hairaged Black Bikini atop the four Dining Room Pictures. Babs considers, {Okay, I still bling, but I’m stepping in the right direction.} She considers her naked Roommate and Tiffany’s Calendar. {At least I’m not getting three-hole gangbanged or peeing in my own mouth.} Four Cosmos Pledge squeeze past them into the Dining Room and observe kneeling and bowed Steph and Beka admire the two naked, pink, wet, and ready Baseboard Strippers framed before them. Steph and Beka chant in unison, “Hot hot hot! Titters and twat! 98.6 in my anus!” Unlike Penny and Coco, neither kneeling Pledge pinks. Beka continues to hang her bead out her bare box and puddle the floor; Steph seeps a slippery wet line beneath her wavy short hairs but has still managed to contribute only one spot to the floor. Both rotate their uplifted buttocks in slow motion. Beka’s shirt bunches around her collar, boobs and berries on full display. Steph’s strapless minidress continues to gather around her upper ribs, leaving both breasts totally exposed, two sloping gradients with two intricate sand dollars and erect spouts pointing down toward the floor. Robyn, the first Cosmos into the Room and still with the Front Door Cam under till, updates the Cosmos House feed to the Prefecture. Both Steph and Beka endure something inserted deep into their rectums: one stern tunnel thermoprobed and one bowel with a squishy, melting egg. Steph and Beka know to not break their own rhythm. “Hot hot hot! Titters and twat! 98.6 in my anus!” If either gets confused about chanting, then the other, if not a trickle charge from the thermoprobe, will assist them to reestablish rhythm. “Distributed processing,” naked Tiffany nodes toward Steph. “Some of the intelligence up the ass, some of it wirelessly connected to Automatron. I’d say Steph’s mind is sufficently that she doesn’t even wonder if and when her thermoprobe might be removed from her rectum.” “I don’t know, either,” Babs admits. She finds the chanting, buttplugged pair of Pledge disturbing. “Steph never did anything like that to her Pledge when she was the Monitor last Term.” “Well, not that you know of,” Tiffany circumspects. “But so what? You already let Janet thermoprobe Beka.” Babs studies her Roommate. Tiffany’s made-up Eraser Heads do not smear the inside of her clear vinyl longsleeve front-button croptop; she isn’t wearing it. Her red hairage doesn’t erupt upward from skin-tight, hip-hugging, cameltoed slacks; she’s not wearing any. Both Garments continue to hang on the back wall of the Bedroom. Robyn drifts nearby, snarls at Tiffany, and collects her naked milk-white skin on the Cam. And Tiffany smiles, pinches her Eraser Herds, ripples bellage, and makes her tapis wave like it’s on fire. Robyn cams Babs too, but BB waves her off. Tiffany Transparent reads Babs’ thoughts and senses BB’s emotions as the Roommates scan the Cosmos Pledge observing the kneeling and faces-on-the-floor, butt-plundered Steph and Beka. Tiffany draws Babs into conversation. “Ma’am, I’m sorry Robyn cams you. We all know you want to cover up more, either by adding a third Garment overtop your bra and nombril, or by exchanging your two piece Black Bikini for something more decent.” “More decent?” Boss Babe stands up straighter and rolls both shoulders. “Ma’am,” Tiffany advances, “less daring. Ma’am, of course you are decent no matter what you wear. And you’re beautiful, too, Ma’am. Really, I mean that. And your bling is fabulous, Ma’am.” “Thank you,” BB acknowledges, then hikes her bra, holding her widely-spaced straps where they meet the top of her deeply-cleaved underwire cup. Three hooks behind. The bling doesn’t go away, and BB continues, “I told Janet I still intend to Hover next Term, despite her encouragement to Opt Up. But I plan to obtain a different two pieces. Bling doesn’t matter to me anymore, but dressing for power does. Longsleeves and slacks, like Darleen perhaps, except keeping my button out, obviously.” “Navelage 24x7.” Tiffany cocks her head. “Nothing stopping you from carrying three Garments for a while. But if you want to cover your bling you really do have limited choices. You’ve already declined to accept my transparent croptop.” Babs looks across the room toward where it appears Robyn now directs Kimju and Molly to French kiss, unaware Kimju tastes a Piss Mouth. The two ex-Strippers hug and rub their breasts together. “Knock-a-mam,” they overhear Robyn decry as she cams. Tiffany says, “Ma’am, thank you for letting me masturbate the Post with Kimju, Ma’am. I behaved myself. You can check the clips if you didn’t watch me live. Kimju desires power, but once Kundalini seizes her it takes her a while to channel. She lost count twice.” “Lucky for her you were there,” Babs muses. She looks across the Room and observes Kimju’s tanga. Tiffany says, “Ma’am, I’m the one who slathered it with tapioca, but when Kimju put it on she was already thick with kloop. So was her Post. Both of ours, actually.” Tiffany cocks her head. “I don’t think Kimju can make a useful donation to you, Ma’am, be her thong creamy or dry.” Tiffany advances carefully now. “Although she’d be happy to accept my croptop, may that please you Ma’am. She’d make a good Monitor, Ma’am, and deserves a second Garment. Kimju can live with see-through, and I can live without it.” BB curls, “So you can head for the Nugget wearing just stretch slacks!” Babs casts her eyes up and down Tiffany’s lithe body, still naked, and her eyes twinkle. “Maybe I should send you upstairs to put your slacks on so you could practice topless for a while.” “Ma’am, may I please you and wear whatever you assign me, but please let me stay naked. Maybe I’ll get an opportunity to pink the Cam.” Babs scratches herself between her eyes and smiles. “You may stay naked and continue to beg to be a Stripper next Term, no matter how much you deserve to be a Porn Star.” “And you, Ma’am, must use your Caste to your best advantage.” Tiffany raises her chin toward Molly and reminds Babs, “Molly’s panties, like Kimju’s tanga, do not help to advance your coverage, nor does Beka’s open-armhole croptop, nor Elle’s halter. And I doubt Robyn’s maillot, even overtop your bra and nombril, would reduce your areolage at all, Ma’am.” BB collects herself. The taming power of quiet. Tiffany reaches a finger and twirls it down her tail trough. She examines her twat to make sure there is no sand or dust inside and refocuses the conversation upon Babs. “Ma’am, surely you must know your true prospect remains Steph. You control the cutout minidresses, so that you can fit it onto your body however you want. It will cover your bling and reduce your overall exposure.” Babs carefully fingers her belly button. Navelage 24x7. Tiffany advocates process. “Ma’am, if you don’t want to keep three pieces and you really do want to Hover, you always shed your bra or nombril later, or wear something different underneath.” “Like Robyn’s maillot,” Boss Babe suggests with a twist. “After all, Kimju won’t need it if I let you give her your transparent croptop.” Tiffany grins, “Ma’am, I’m yours to command. I’m Tiffany Transparent. Pee-Cam, Piss Mouth, Cosmos Pledge. Hairage, rugage, cameltoe. Please take my shirt, take my slacks, and let me show you my tail trough and tail pipe in blacklight.” “Maybe you’ll tell me if you’ve got third tattoo somewhere?” Babs’ phrasing doesn’t entirely make this a question. “Ma’am, I’ll reveal myself totally. Every hole, inside and out. I’ll shave bare, bald, and naked. I’ll cum on cue.” Babs takes a breath. Tiffany insists, “Ma’am, you should allow Kundalini to stir and see who it pleases you to plunder. Whatever pleases you. Beyond just snatching a minidress.” Babs considers her Roommate. {Tiffany has become an ally, a confidant.} Babs wrinkles her lips. {What does Tiffany want in return?} Tiffany answers the unspoken question. “Ma’am, I’ll do anything to make the Nugget my next stop. I’ll do anything Steph and Beka do or have done. I’ll sit on the Front steps and open my legs, only I will do it stark naked. I’ll pull pink, squeeze tapioca out of my twat, and masturbate to climax. I’ll do anything {you’ve} ever done. I’ll soap your feet and lick them clean, and you can put me in my bunk with a chamber pot. I’ll lick your buckeye. I’ll let you pee in my mouth. I’ll eat your buttermilk!” “Stop it!” Babs calculates. “I get it. You are a wannabe Porn Star who needs to be a Stripper next Term. I think you’re the only Cosmos who actually desires to shed Garments.” “Ma’am, maybe Molly also begs naked,” Tiffany admits. Now she begs sotto voce, “Ma’am, I’ll even take on someone else’s Karma if you’d let me Double Opt Down.” “Enough!” BB shakes her shoulders. “You may even take on bad Karma and obtain no benefit, Pledge.” BB snaps her waistband. “Tiffany, I shall keep in mind both of your requests. And I am sorry. As your Roommate, that there is nothing I want to Flip-Flop or take from you. I can’t use your shirt, and your pants’ waistline is way too low, below what I got already.” Tiffany pulls a tuft of pussy hair through her fingers and steers to a different pair of Roommates. “Ma’am, I gather everyone’s curious if you’re gonna make Beka and Elle Flip-Flop, Ma’am.” Tiffany carefully does not frame this as a question. “You just want Elle vaging her nookie 24x7,” Babs lightens, knowing full well the effect of wearing the miniskirt. “And tittering armholes instead of showing off her nips down-halter.” Tiffany parlays, “Ma’am, even after a Flip-Flop, Beka or Elle will still have the two Garments to Opt Up... except you got them both begging to Pledge naked and Opt Strip next Term.” “I’m not sure they believe their own words,” BB apologizes. “Ma’am, please let me give them Stripper lessons,” Tiffany pitches. “It matters not that the newbies don’t comprehend what they beg. After they Flip-Flop, Robyn can sign Beka to pullaside, and Elle can open up her legs for the Cams. Although I doubt if she’s as equally liquid as her Roommate.” “You’re bad,” BB admonishes Tiffany with a laugh. “Ma’am, it would be good for them, Ma’am. Help reality to sink in,” Tiffany asserts. “They’ll learn, and they will love it!” Beka especially; Elle not so much.
