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 indisposed 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.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 20, Section 2, Robyn Cams Steph & Beka: Upskirt & Vagflash (Day 16), Robyn Cams Beka: Back Door Sanpan Open Upskirt Newbie Pledge Beka appears to be the main benefactor of Boss Babe’s more egalitarian legs policy. Beka’s pantyless miniskirt enables delightful views of her unobstructed bare beaver, complemented by her trimmed vertical landing strip slightly above where her lips come together and where a clit hides inside, a bolus wanting to ball out. “You.” Robyn rises and points to Beka. “Come with me.” And so Beka follows Robyn out to the Back Door Landing, where Robyn sits her leaning back so sun shines up her short miniskirt. The Back Door Cam collects her legs apart, including whatever sunlit intimacies might hide beneath barely apart inner thighs. Knees up, back and hands bracing against the railing. While the Cam shoots, Robyn taunts, “You’re gonna beg to more than just legs apart upskirt all-the-time.” Robyn drawls as she signals Beka to open wider, “You’re gonna beg Tiffany bring the Makeup Case and shave off what’s left of your bristly landing strip. You’re gonna open your breech up and finger fuck your broom closet. You’re gonna make your bolus rise outta its hood. Do you understand me?” Beka thinks so, and speaks carefully, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.” She opens her legs to a middle position. Plenty of sunlight. And Robyn cams brodeas trying to leak out. Robyn flairs her nose as she looks down at her trainee. “You think hootchy-kootchy Kimju and mumbo-jumbo Molly are the only Roommates who are gonna cum for my Cam? You and Elle Lollydor are already begging to Strip, and you both are gonna cum for me when I say.” Robyn piles on a cheap thought. “Next Term, once you are Strippers, you’ll be begging to Whore. Once Beka Broda makes Whore you can turn your beaver into a burse!” Robyn cackles. “You can be a Beka Bursar full time.” Robyn leans in to better examine the one-inch wide, two inches long, landing strip Beka presents for inspection, but Cam tilt lower as Beka squeezes her bare breech, and a blob of brodeas runs down toward her asshole. Also sunlit. “Janet says you call that your borehole, your bronzo, your brownie. Is that true, Pledge?” Robyn queries. Beka speaks in a frank kind of way. “Ma’am, I can’t stop my leaking brodeas running down to my bowel sphincter, Ma’am. Once I get excited it just keeps making béchamel. Trust me, if I stay here a while it will drip down onto the Landing.” “Wouldn’t want Elle to have to lick you up out here,” Robyn jests as she sees an opportunity to make a scene change. “On your feet,” she commands. “I shall not allow you to leave béchamel behind. Follow me.” And they both ring the Bell.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 19, Section 5, Robyn Works Kimju & Molly: Hand Signs & Climax, (Day 12), Babs & Tiffany: Advanced Hand Signs for Strippers

Learning Hand Signs is part of the training for all Pledge, and Gamers anticipate that as the Term progresses Babs will advance their practice, especially for the newbies, who know them not at all.

The newbies shall learn that the significance of Hand Signs includes their lack of ambiguity and their ability to communicate in public or private spaces directly and with stealth. It is not necessary that others know why a Pledge chooses to lean over and titter or uncross and open her legs. Only the Pledge needs to interpret the signals... and obey them.

Hand Signs represent a level of commitment. Of learning and practice and patience. Are they like verbal orders, which can have a similar nature? Sure, although the vocabulary of Signs specializes in things like body position, movement, and count.

Monitor Babs is well-versed in all the basic Hand Signs: Hand Signs to flash, Signs to cover or reveal the breasts, bush, or butt. BB knows the Signs to cross and uncross legs, keep legs apart, to open them halfway, and to spread them wide. BB knows how to order Pledge to sit or stand, and how to command them into surrender position, with their legs braced wide and fingers clasped behind their heads. BB knows how to sign a mouth open, control the position of a tongue, or direct eyes forward. There is a Sign to close the eyes, a Sign to stand at attention, and there is a Sign for “at ease.”

Babs has confided in Tiffany on this issue. “I mastered all the Hand Signs for basic actions during my Pledgedom last Term. I did a magic fingers demonstration that contributed to my promotion to Monitor. I know the power in fingers.” And then she had more carefully said, “I’m sure you know everything I do... more, too.”

Tiffany had pondered this thought before acknowledging, “I suspect so. And certainly both ex-Strippers already know how to obey Hand Signs, they’ve certainly been in School long enough. I suspect they both already know the Signs to play with their nipples, how to pullaside, pull pink, make wet, and stay ready. They know different ways to masturbate, you know: roll their clits, finger fuck, eat their own cream, and so on....” Tiffany dallies, but goes all in. “Cum even. Strippers cum, after all.”

Babs had pulled one side of her cheek in tight against her teeth as she had considered this overture.

Tiffany had read her mind. “You don’t want to project weakness by asking me to show you these Signs. It’s all right. I can show you some of the more advanced signals. No charge.”

Babs had put a plan into action. “How about you clue Robyn in so that she can practice on Kimju and Molly, or even Steph, and give them a workout?”

Tiffany had nodded her head. “Ah, the hidden hand at work. No problem. I will pass along a catalog of Signs and put your request into production.”

Babs had expressed no qualms about doing this, and Tiffany had teased her, “You’re not making it easy for Robyn to win friends!”

And Babs had laughed, “I’m sure Robyn has forgotten everything she ever learned about Hand Signs. But I bet if I assign her to train Kimju and Molly she’ll get her memory back.”

Tiffany had then advanced the Caste of the Stripper. “Perhaps after Robyn gives Kimju and Molly a workout, you should let her train Beka and Elle. After all, they are the ones begging to Strip.”

Babs had frowned at this assertion.

Tiffany had picked up any slack. “Hey, you’re the one making them beg. And both newbies deserve every possible opportunity! They’ll pick it right up, despite the fact that you will use their new knowledge to humiliate them.”

Babs had opened her mouth to counter this assertion, but Tiffany had waved her off. “No problem. It’s fine with me that they get reduced. Just as long as you let me be a Stripper first. Please, Ma’am.”

BB had chosen not to reply.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 18, Section 10, Beka & Elle: Flash & Observe Ginny Corvette, (Day 11), Beka & Elle: Concerns About Other Cosmos as Threats

Elle looks at the Screen again, and latent images of Kimju and Molly dance before her eyes. She turns to Beka. “As for Kimju and Molly, their indifference to self-exposure conspires to make them dangerous to us. They posses few inhibitions and bring unpredictability to any struggle.”

“Robyn’s gonna make them rub-a-dub in sync with their cum vids from last Term,” Beka recounts. “I want to see that.”

Elle does not. She tries again. “I am by no means eager to test them, tangle with them, or seek out Games. We could lose.”

“Yeah, well, maybe. But we don’t just have to keep a lookout for Kimju and Molly,” Beka grumbles. “Robyn keeps suggesting that Babs pit Steph against me in some sort of upskirt contest.”

“Right,” Elle agrees. “You gotta worry about Steph, even though she’s not your Roommate. She still need another piece, and I’m worried that Babs might let her prey on you.”

“Jeez, Elle, relax,” Beka patters. “It’s already decided. Steph’s gonna take Molly’s panties. I hear she’s already tried them on.”

Elle retorts, “But she had to give them back. I bet that unnerved her.”

The Roommates laugh together uneasily.

Beka asks, “So, what happens next?”

“Well,” Elle advances, “winning’s not going to be easy for Steph. Molly keeps trying to give Steph her panties, but I think Babs wants to let Steph take a drop.”

“Not let her have them?” Beka checks. “Make a Stripper outta her?”

“You watch,” Elle affirms. “Babs’ gonna give Steph a smaller minidress.”

“Smaller minidress?” Beka discounts. “Come on, Elle, that’s already happening. Steph can’t help but titter and vagflash!”

The twosome laugh together again, albeit uneasily. They again consider the four Dining Room Pictures, especially the naked and spread Penny and Coco. Cosmos last Term; Strippers this Term. One looks away, and the other makes wet.

Finally, it is a mistake on the part of the newbies to not also assess the risk Tiffany presents. But because Tiffany’s former self is so beyond the pale and because she already wears two garments, Beka and Elle discount her.

Beka and Elle flip through the pages of Tiffany’s Calendar on their way back through the Kitchen. They pause on an image of Tiffany totally covered in mud, facing the camera, and sitting with a cock in her tinderbox. “Porn Star,” they agree.

Elle fails to appreciate the degree to which Tiffany actually desires to forfeit her Garments. Elle’s own assumptions about promotion make it difficult to understand that Tiffany likes tramping around in topless see-through, relishes cracking her tail trough, and enjoys the effect of showcasing hairage or’top her skin-tight, crotch-cameltoed, low-rise stretch slacks.

Elle fails to appreciate that Tiffany angles to stay nude, and not just on the Bathroom Cam. Tiffany’s goal remains to permanently abandon both Garments and stay naked. It’s the least she can do for her fans.

Upstairs in the Bunkroom, as Beka and Elle settle into their bunks for the night, Elle calculates, Tiffany has two pieces. Babs has two pieces. Beka and I have two pieces. So the four of us stand to Opt Up and Monitor, and Robyn and Kimju and Molly and Steph will all Opt Down and Strip.

Elle still worries as she drifts off to rest. Something tells me it’s not really going to happen like that.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 16, Section 7, Beka & Elle are the last Cosmos to Arrive: Beka & Elle Beka Newbies Arrive & Titter Robyn’s Cam, (Day 10) Beka & Elle: Newbie Elle: Spends a Scary Night in the Doghouse Elle does not expect to spend the night in the Doghouse. She has certainly not done anything to demand this level of sacrifice, and some Gamers object to this hazing. Some argue the Doghouse should be a place reserved for Pledge who have arrived late, failed to ring the Bell, or some other act worthy of atonement. And it is not fair to demand that a newbie free spirit be disciplined for the oversights of her Roommate. But fair or not, Elle understands. {Beka is the one being disciplined, and I’m just the vessel. So I must submit to this ordeal. I can crawl out, but if I do I will have failed. And abandoned Beka.} Elle has enough space to lie down, rest on her side even, and almost crawl, but she must squirm around on her belly. She can just barely roll over onto her back. The dirt floor is hollowed down under the Back Landing, some of it muddy, and it smells of and piss inside. Elle worries about her allergies and regrets checking “none” on the Application. And so as the evening progresses to night Elle becomes more afraid as the darkness outside renders the darker inside even darker. Soon Elle discovers she can no longer see her own hands and body, nor the dirt floor, ceiling, and four walls of the Doghouse. She resists the urge to scream and allows her intellect to prevail. {I can do this,} Elle resigns herself with determination. {I don’t need to panic. This is all very under control. I am spending the night here. It’s warm enough. The dirt and mud on my face and bare belly and legs... well, I’m going to get dirty for a little while. It’s cramped, it’s scratchy, but since it’s all part of the Game, it’s fine.}

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 14, Section 4, Molly & Steph: The Drawing Class & Medical Exam, (Day 10), Molly & Steph: Roommate Competition | Cooperation

The van travels along a new route. Steph again sits on the metal floor, except with panties worn through her crotch. And Molly sits totally naked, legs also apart. More apart than during the Figure Drawing class.

Molly might be most naked, but Steph complains first. “I hate it when Gamers get to look for free,” she contemplates, “or get to download my titter and vagflash shots without shelling out for them.”

“You resent being conditioned so that your titter and upskirt exposures arouses you,” Molly consoles. “And that now Babs determines your pace of arousal...”

A series of bumps make Molly’s mams flop around.

Steph waggles her finger at Molly. “Listen, you fat hairy maduro. We might both be Cosmos Pledge at the moment, but don’t you think we’re equals! Because flashing my smoo is less exposed than showing off your slimy mutton all the time. And now that I have panties, I’m not even flashing my smoo anymore. Besides,” Steph threatens the former Stripper, “I know that you already know how to open up that meatlocker of yours, bury your finger, dig out your muscovado, and eat yourself.”

Molly shrugs, unable to argue with a true statement. “Yeah. Well. Okay Steph, I’ll do whatever you want, Steph, anything to ensure your promotion.”

“And your demise!” Steph snaps, as the van crosses railroad tracks and the bumps bruise both behinds.

Molly curts her head. “Sure. Yes. Just let me stay naked now.”

Steph collects the given authority. “I’ve seen you perform. I’ve seen your videos. I’ve watched you play with yourself. C’mon, you mollisher, chant for me!”

And Molly obliges, “Please let me pullaside, pink, and finger my holes. Titty titty. Clitty clitty. Hole mouth.”

Steph pokes a finger toward Molly. “You are a displaced undesirable. You’ve accidentally risen from the bowels of the Game, and await....” Await what? Steph knows. “Await a ‘return to sender.’ So do it. Beg to Pledge naked and go Strip next Term!”

Molly clasps her hands to her head and begs her Roommate, “I’m trying, Steph! I kept begging Babs to let me give you my panties. And now you got them.”

Steph blinks. She appreciates that she wears Molly’s panties. She casts her eyes around the inside of the van. No Watering Can.

Molly insists, “Steph, I don’t need panties to go back to the Nugget; I can go back naked. Please keep them. It doesn’t matter to me whether you keep them or give them back to me.”

“It should matter to you that it matters to me,” Steph asserts. “I need them to Opt Monitor next Term.”

Molly nods her head and continues to beg. “Steph, I know all the Hand Signs, and if you want to sign me to pink, cream, and diddle my mooe I will obey you. For anybody anywhere anytime.”

Steph finds Molly’s over-assertions annoying but comforting. “Maybe Boss Bitch doesn’t know all the Hand Signs you do. You’re a lot more down and dirty than she is. You’re practiced in all the Stripper lore. You probably know the Sign to pull your mooe apart.”

Molly veers, “Maybe revealing intimate secrets hidden deep in my minge will really intimidate the newbies. I mean, I’ll make pink, wet, and ready anytime.”

Steph snaps her eyes to the side. She doesn’t speak, but she wonders to herself, Might Molly have ink or steel inside? She was a Stripper after all. Her and Kimju both.

Molly persists, “Listen, Steph, I’ve danced on the Strip. I’ve been there, done that, and I presume I will get to go back next Term. One piece or naked. I’ll do whatever it takes to get there.”

Steph closes her eyes.

Molly considers, then continues to plead to her Roommate, “I know you want a promotion and a return to Monitor status. Whether you deserve it or not.”

Molly’s conditional rankles Steph, but Steph doesn’t let it show. “You will enable me,” Steph explains, “to Monitor again, where my vibrancy and glamour shall be even more valued. You will do whatever I need you to do. And that may extend beyond just giving me panties.”

“I’ll do anything not against the Rules, Steph. Just please keep the panties.” Molly fears, “I don’t need germs.”

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 13, Section 5, Robyn & Kimju and Kimju & Molly: Hazing & Game (Day 9), Tiffany & Robyn: Pee-Cam Piss Mouth Feed Prefecture

Robyn heads down the hallway. She looks into the Bedroom and sees that the Desktop shows Tiffany live and that Tiffany’s two Garments hang on a back hook. She proceeds down the hallway to the entrance into the Bathroom.

There are no hiding places inside the Bathroom. Robyn rolls her toes on the raised curb that separates the Bathroom from the hall and prevents any slosh. Tiffany remains sequestered in the Bathroom. She rises to her feet, and Robyn looks in and ambles toward the entrance.

“You’re welcome to step in,” Tiffany offers.

Robyn takes a step back and looks Tiffany over. “You smell. What happened to you?”

What happened to me? I’m punished for not remembering everything I know. I’ve had to run through scratchy bushes and eat soap, and now I have to piss on myself.” It’s hard not to fess up to, since the smell is indicative and the tile floor has puddles.

“Piss in your Mouth,” Robyn clarifies. “I know your type. Media whore. Anything for attention. You got scratched up because you pretended you didn’t know Janet. And you ate soap because you didn’t tell BB about the Alumni Reprise. What this time?”

Tiffany bats her eyes. “Apparently Kimju and Molly recollect that Janet and I climaxed the Double Dong. And this makes Babs jealous.”

“Poor Boss Bitch when a Dong needs a buff bodacious banshee astride,” Robyn mocks, then projects, “I bet you and Janet made Piss Mouth together at the Nugget last Term.”

“Not quite,” Tiffany clarifies. “Janet poured the shots; I tossed them. Apparently Janet apparently told Babs only a part of the story.”

Robyn snorts, “Too bad. I’m sure the Bitch probably owes Janet, and she’d better hope Steph keeps her mouth shut.”

Tiffany advises, “You should speak respectfully of Boss Babe.”

Robyn curls her nose. “Boss Bitch perhaps. Look at me. What do you see that’s new? Shoulder straps. You told me my eyelets entitled me to them, so today I demanded BB give them to me, and she fessed right up.”

Tiffany charms, “You’re courageous!”

Robyn agrees, “Listen, Boss Bitch still has more tan lines than I do, but only one more. She used to lead me seven to four, counting my buttonhole. Now that I’ve got shoulder straps it’s seven to six. I’m gaining! And besides, I’m not making... what do you call it?”

Tiffany smiles. “Bling.”

“I like that.” Robyn smiles. “You’re okay sometimes. And it’s not like I didn’t know you were up here. You’re on the Screen in the Dining Room and on Babs’ Desktop, to say the least. I saw you to pull your tail trough wide apart and showcase the tattoo surrounding your tailpipe. You really are a tawdry triple torque.”

Naked Tiffany dances lightly on bare, albeit damp, feet. “Robyn my dear, the Cam stays on me all the time. It takes me from every angle.”

Tiffany turns to face the Cam, hovering behind her and transmitting the proceedings... or not. Tiffany speaks to the Cam as if she addresses Monitor Babs. “Ma’am, thank you for letting me perform on the Pee-Cam, Ma’am.” Tiffany wipes her mouth and crotch with opposite fists. “Ma’am, please watch me, Ma’am. Please push my feeds out, and not just to the Dining Room, Kitchen, Bunkroom, and your Desktop. Please broadcast my piss-soaked body out to the all the Houses at School. To the Nugget, the Spunk Pit, Flesh Ranch. To the entire Prefecture.”

Tiffany turns back to Robyn. “How about that, Pledge? Care to join me? I’m bringing Prefecture traffic to the Cosmos House. I’ll teach you how.”

Robyn angles her eyes. “You don’t have anything worth getting my feet wet for. Let alone tracking your pee into the Bunkroom. Tell me, Pledge, how come you don’t wash yourself?”

Tiffany raises an eyebrow. “I did at first, and I drank a whole lot of water. But then, no more running water. But I am cleaning up after myself, if you know what I mean.”

Robyn doesn’t quite know what Tiffany means. Robyn scans the Bathroom interior: a shower with no stall, a toilet, a bidet, a bathtub, and a floor drain. Robyn offers condolences. “Maybe Molly can visit and bring the Watering Can. Or maybe you can beg that all the drains get turned off.”

“You’re welcome to come in and use the facilities,” Tiffany says.

“I’m welcome to come in and piss in your mouth,” Robyn asserts.

“Ma’am, may it please you, Ma’am,” Tiffany uptakes

Robyn licks her lips. “No, thank you. You’ll just have to piss in your own mouth. Maybe now. Maybe forever.”

Tiffany retreats from the doorway. Who needs Robyn anyway?

Robyn hurls an insult. “You need to get back to Whoring, but until then Gamers shall still condition you to desire Slavesex, so you can get bondage fucked and climaxed. Full 24x7, not just during a daily Whore shift.”

Tiffany smiles. “Really? Robyn, never underestimate the power of ignorance. Sometimes what people don’t know allows Karma to ground.”

Robyn finds this statement confusing and “And sometimes it doesn’t. You’re still a cock-sucking, cunt-cocking, anal Whore. Except you’re not allowed sex here at the Cosmos House! You’re as chastised here as you would be in a Slavesex Dungeon somewhere.”

Tiffany sits back against one of the makeup stools, opens her tamtart, and points her peehole directly in Robyn’s direction. “Here’s what I am allowed to do. I’m allowed to lick your asshole. Suck your ridottos and rotor button, lap your runnel, and kiss you. Use my tongue even.” And she shoots a squirt of pee out. Short enough so the arc of it hangs in the air, all by itself.

Robyn recoils and backs away from the door. “Stay away from me. You’re a tamtart tinderbox thumper.”

And Robyn hears Tiffany laugh and call after her as she retreats down the hallway, “Right you are!”

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 10, Kimju & Molly: Strippers Promote to Topless Pledge, Day 1, Section 1, Kimju & Molly Beg Switch: To Pledge Topless A Switch had interviewed Kimju and Molly while both were still Strippers at the Nugget last Term, after they’d applying to pledge the Cosmos House. The Switch—a Gamer who relishes both the Slavesex and the uppermost Game Mistress Castes but whose current Caste was unidentified—had announced to both of them, “I’ve done the Gay Pride Parade wearing just a collar and a g-string.” Kimju, a.k.a. Kim, had twitched her neck at that one; she realized she had actually seen this on television, in the newspapers, and in the vast Prefecture. The Switch had continued, “You’d do that to get to the Cosmos House?” Molly had squinted her eyes in thought. Both Nuggets had already done all the nudie things: danced topless, danced fully nude and pulled pink in a juice bar, shot naked photo sets, and stuffed big toys for the Cams. And of course every Stripper makes the Pee-Cam. Nonetheless, parading Fifth Avenue topless in a g-string would present a much bigger social space, a much bigger audience, one that would be more alive, and so a much higher risk. Would they do this? Kimju and Molly had traded looks and answered together, “Yes.” And took the only upward path offered. And so the Switch let them Pledge topless. Kimju wears an orange stretch-fabric tanga, a.k.a. a thong, a T-back; Molly sort of fits into faded red, washed-many-times cotton panties. Gamers shall observe them more shortly, but unless you have sufficient Gamer privileges to view Automatron’s Archives, you must wait for them to arrive at the Cosmos House and plead their next stations in real time. Kimju and Molly both know their alternative, of course: Whores, the fate of Strippers who retrograde one Caste. Now, it is true that before they ever joined the Game, however many Terms ago, Kimju and Molly notched many guys. Both enjoy picking partners and circumstance, although at the Nugget neither got to have sex in any way whatsoever. But neither is keen on Whoring, or, as Kimju puts it to Molly once, “It’s one thing having the House make you dance naked and cum on the pole. It’s quite another thing having the House decide what dicks get put into you.” Molly agreed, “Right. Stripping is the easiest thing to do, but when and where and how you get banged? No thank you.”

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 9, Babs & Tiffany & Robyn Sign Steph: Vagcam Excess, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 2, Babs Signs Steph: Sit Stay Legs Apart Kitchen Upskirt During their last conversation Janet had suggested to Babs that enabling Hand Signs might provide BB a tool to help channel Steph. Janet had rubbed her hands together with facetious delight. “She’ll love that.” And so BB prepares to implement this discipline. She locates Steph sitting in the Kitchen and commands her to back her chair away from the table. Steph obeys, carefully making sure her legs stay apart. The high collar and small armholes ensure Steph doesn’t titter, and her buttonhole is plenty large, but her upskirt is total. Steph finds herself awkwardly sitting the middle of the room. “It dawned on me you know all the Hand Signs,” Boss Babe spins. “Me?” Steph appears flustered. “Who says?” “Janet reminded me,” Babs admits. “She recommended that I put you on a Cam feed to the Nugget. She says the Crowd there deserves a preview of next Term.” BB admires Steph’s makeup. “Tiffany certainly prepared you for the role.” “Maybe you don’t know where I am headed,” Steph barters for time. “Janet’s an ex-Stripper. Maybe you should preview her.” Babs doesn’t wait. The fact that Steph has declined to reveal that she secretly watched Janet and Tiffany dance at the Nugget last Term galls her. Patience. “Remind me about some Hand Signs,” Boss Babe commands. Steph might be skilled at issuing Hand Signs, but she appears reticent to remember them. “Well, perhaps I know some of them.” Babs smiles. “I’m sure you do. Remind me.” It is an order, of course, and Steph feels her vagina constrict. But she keeps her thighs not touching. It’s dark down inside the minidress, but sanpan still. Steph knows not to err. I’ve run Pledge through prickly bushes for that. Seen them put into the Cravat. Steph raises a wrist, extends a hand, and crosses her first two fingers. “Do you know how to issue this command?” She inquires. Babs does, and Steph crosses her legs. They share a rare laugh. Both know they play a dangerous Game of power flows. Both fail to observe Kundalini lurking inside. BB exerts initiative. “I’ll try to forget that one. Show me another.” Steph holds two fingers together and mocks her Monitor, “Oh, Ma’am, please sign me this, Ma’am.” So BB signs Steph “legs together,” and Steph uncrosses her legs and presses them together on the chair. Steph double checks her navelage, smoothes the minidress across her smarties, and smiles at Babs. Babs smiles back. “In the unlikely event I need your legs together I’ll try to remember that one. Please elucidate me on something more practical for your requirements.” Steph stops smiling. She extends her hand, opens two fingers wide enough apart so they aren’t touching, and carefully adjusts her legs so her thighs aren’t touching. “Maybe you learned this last Term.” Maybe Babs did, but maybe she always wore cloth in her crotch. BB parts her two fingers into a “V.” Steph opens her legs wider, her minidress to ride high all the way up her thighs. She seethes. And feels her slit part ever so slightly.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 8, Babs Dresses Steph: Robyn Cams Her Titter & Upskirt, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 3, Babs Orders Steph: Titter & Upskirt on Library Steps Babs sends Tiffany after Steph to the Bunkroom. “Powder her face and lipstick her lips.” Babs enters the Bunkroom just as Tiffany finishes these tasks, and commands Steph, “Stand spread surrender. Face yourself in the Mirror.” Steph obeys. She expects Tiffany to advance her makeup, but instead Babs and Tiffany return to the Bedroom. Steph waits. She studies her armpits in their oversize armholes. I know how this dress works. I’m not stupid. When Babs returns she bears good tidings. “I hope you like your minidress,” she advances. “You will not just keep your button exposed at all times; Gamers want to collect your titter and vagflash getting in and out of vehicles, sitting on park benches, and perched on bar stools. Time for you to be a Cosmos House show-off. Out in the real world!” Steph squares herself and looks deeper into herself in the Mirror. My makeup remains unfinished. My cutout hole is adequately large, but the dress is too short. Babs crosses her arms. “Enough of your self-admiration. Head over to the Library, sit atop of the Library steps, and be sure the sunlight illuminates your upskirt. Don’t forget to keep your thighs apart, and I do mean 24x7.” Steph wants to react, but Babs lifts a finger. “Might upon occasion strangers catch your act, make sure you keep upskirting your snizzle for them also.” Boss Babe spins on her heels and returns to her Bedroom. And so Steph walks to the Quad and sits on the top Library step so that everyone who climbs up gets to peek at her shrubbery. Correction: everyone gets to slit scan a slice of Steph’s snapper as they climb the stairs. If Steph becomes mindless and careless she may also titter. Correction: her oversize armholes make it impossible for Steph not to titter. Steph chaffs but can do nothing to block total views of her brown nipple stalks, centered on beige sand dollars atop two gentle sinusoidals. All not quite hiding inside, and the moving fabric rubbing constant arousal to the fruit bursting forth. Steph Sorostitute might fume, but she can’t stop her personal, yet very public, revelations. I can’t believe this all comes from Boss Bitch; she’s too weak to do this. I bet Janet’s behind this. I need BB to back her off! Gamers love the way Steph must compromise herself to keep her button shining. Gamers who collect navel details observe a round, negative crater with flesh hanging over not just at the top, but all around. And a round, hard bulb in the middle, not unlike a solidified dabble of white chocolate. An outie. Steph raises her eyes to cast about and see who might be watching. She imagines she spots paparazzi and grits, I bet that Boss Bitch tipped them off! Steph fidgets and pretends she don’t know that she gets photographed. She moves her body and hands, turn her head, twist her torso, and wiggles her toes. But it’s really very simple: All I must do is keep my legs barely apart and not block the free view. I hate this, although it’s hard to imagine anything worse could happen to me.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 7, Steph Encounters Babs & Janet & Robyn, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 3, Steph Considers Babs... and Commits Robyn: Takedown Steph pauses where she must turn from the sidewalk and considers the walkway up toward the Cosmos House. Just because the current dynamics occurred through no action of Babs, the sexually self-confident and teph still considers Babs an impediment to her progress. Be it real or symbolic, the role-reversal adds insult to loss. Am I hostile to the Bikini Babe? Do I hold her responsible for embarrassing me in public today? We’ll see. Steph speaks out loud as walks, “Bikini Babe, all you need to do is stay out of my way! Because I’m going to promote to Monitor next Term. If not sooner! So you’d better not disrespect me!” Yes, Gamers understand that Steph was the Cosmos Monitor last Term, and for reasons Steph considers “most unwarranted and unfair,” Steph returns to the Cosmos House, only as a Cosmos Pledge this turn. Demoted. Monitor Opted-Down to Pledge. The root cause of Steph’s demotion lies deeper than Babs. An unplanned, unfortunate, and unfair set of circumstances conspired to stall (more correctly, reverse) my upward progression. “Hello Robyn, wherever you are, I’m coming to get you!” Steph raises her chin. The huge, hacked armholes ensure titter. The huge, hacked buttonhole opens the stomach all the way down to her scruff. But Steph remains determined. I shall transcend my current transitory diminution to Pledge status, so that next Term (if not sooner!) I shall return to my rightful Monitor Caste. Actually, I need to Double Opt Up and make it to House Step-Mom el Capitan. MomCap! That’s where I belong. And Babs better facilitate my advancement! Steph forms Babs in her mind. Well, perhaps Babs will not facilitate, but she will not dare get in my way. I won’t be asking, I don’t need to; I’ll just take what I need. This is my third Term, and I do know how to play the Game. Steph has always been a creature of privilege. She assumes truth accommodates her needs, and knows: “I am a pure-breed!”

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 5, Babs & Tiffany: Dining Room, Backyard Scratch, Bath, Day 1, Section 4, Tiffany Meets the Minxy Mirror: Another Automatron Appendage

Tiffany was a Pledge once upon a time, but she has never Pledged in the Cosmos House, until now. So she must learn about the Minxy Mirror, or simply “Mirror,” which attests to its personality. As a Prop, the Minxy Mirror can reflect or change into a wall-sized Screen, but it is Mirror’s electro-stimulating touch screen that captivates Tiffany almost from the instant she presses her body up against it and starts kissing and rubbing against it.

For the Screen kisses and rubs back. Tiffany, insulated by her clear vinyl croptop and slacks, presses harder, and she feels the tickle back. I can’t tell what I’m feelingvibration, electricity, thought waves? Tiffany feels her nipples stimulated: she feels her bare belly make contact with bare skin; her lips want more, and she wettens them with her tongue and carefully lays her lips on the reflective surface, kisses Mirror more passionately. It’s alive. Tiffany freshens and spots cameltoe. It doesn’t matter how it works. Kiss me. Feel my tips. Smell my tapioca.

Tiffany tries to climax but fears putting her fingers into play upon her tender button. She touches noses with herself and senses something in Mirror restraining her when she tries to race for the top.

When Babs eventually rescues her, who-know-how-long later, Tiffany’s skin is covered with sweat. Babs doesn’t ask her about the experience, and Tiffany decides not to volunteer.