Julia Earth wants to ride in your spaceship. She has already presented herself naked, opened all her holes, and today she demonstrates competence at filling her pussy and ass with a dildo and buttplug, and showing you that her mouth is ready for the ride. Tune in, and join the qualified. Julia Earth wants to ride in your spaceship.

Hello there, I'm Julia Earth

I want to go for a ride in your spaceship!

I'll show you by naked body.

Want to see me in my underwear?

You want it. I'll show you.

Want to see my tits?

You want to see?

Want to see my butt and asshole?

Want to see my pussy?

Want to see my spread open cunt?

I hope you find me qualified to go for a ride in the spaceship.

Julia a slutty MILF with small perky tits loves to go to the clubs and hang out with her friends every chance she gets. However, what she doesn’t know is her husband’s friend was there last night, and he took video of her dancing with other men. When her husband sees these videos, he is ready to leave her. She begs and pleads with him not to leave. After thinking about it he gives her another option which requires her to be punished with several hard spankings. Not wanting him to leave she agrees, but will he honor his word? First, she must be stripped and given bare bottom spanking which she is given in several positions.

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The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 21, Section 1, Steph & Beka: Worship Penny & Coco’s Pictures (Day 17), Tiffany & Molly: Pee-Camers Make up Five Pledge Morning of Day Fourteen begins. Robyn and Kimju, Steph but not Molly, and Beka and Elle all manage to bathe and do toilet while Tiffany remains sequestered in the Bedroom tending to Babs’ needs. Molly, now also committed to enter the Bathroom only while naked and to pee on the Cam, politely remains bunk bound while five Cosmos practice without the benefit of the Cam. Besides, {Steph told me to wait until last.} Steph, who rested naked overnight, enters the Bathroom naked and escapes naked. She presents herself naked at Babs’ Bedroom doorway in front of the Desktop and begs, “Ma’am, please give me my cutout minidress.” Babs purses her lips but says nothing. She affords Steph yesterday’s minidress inside out a second time, making the strapless cutout minidress right side out again. Steph pulls it on overhead and adjusts it onto her body so her button center holes and her sprites don’t pop out. As for vaging hairage... well, Steph expects she will donate again. A naked Tiffany emerges from under Babs’ bunk, comes up onto her knees, and offers Steph a look at herself in the Makeup Case mirror. Once again Steph witnesses two waxy discs of color centered around her standouts. Steph flushes, and her stalks grow headlights into the stretched, colored disc; the minidress is waxy on both sides now. Steph play coy. “Thank you for making up my nipples, Tiffany. So I could rub makeup into my dress and everyone would know.” “About yesterday and the day before,” Babs says. “Now go fetch Beka, follow Tiffany to the Bathroom, and beg her to put a Wannabe Stripper faces on you. Tell Beka to advance herself to ‘legs open’ position.” Boss Babe gives a little snarl. “And, of course, you follow.” “For the Bathroom Cam, Ma’am?” Step seeks clarification. “From now on. 24x7. Halfway between ajar and spread as wide as you can.” Boss Babe scratches her chin. “Easier that way.” Babs snaps her waistband. “Any other requests you should be making?” Steph knows she is supposed to beg Tiffany for nipple make up; she tests the oblique. “Well, Tiffany can make my nipples up again if she wants,” she says. Tiffany rubs her Eraser Heads with the palms of her hands. “Come. But you should thank your Monitor.” Steph turns, but BB shoos her out. Once in the Bathroom, Beka and Steph sit next to each other on the makeup stools. Steph sits with her legs ajar. Tiffany clarifies Babs’ direction to Beka. “Babs says open-legged from now on, 24x7.” Beka adjusts her posture, repeating a clarification of open-leg-ness and total vagcam of her bare box and butched bristly above it. Steph follows, and shares Beka’s open-legged upskirt, angered somewhat, of course, that she is demeaned by the politics. {I do know how to open my legs myself, after all! I don’t need Beka to guide me.} The Bathroom Cam has migrated from Beka’s bush to her own short and wavies. {It watches Tiffany turns my face into one of Cleopatra’s Wannabe Strippers. Boss Bitch insults me. Insults all the Pledge. But me especially.} Steph comes out of her reverie to discover that the Cam has become distracted after a naked Molly came in to clean herself and divest her body of unnecessary components. With the Cam dwelling on Molly, Gamers don’t know if Steph gets nipple makeup or not... or if Beka boils over. The Bathroom Cam glides with Molly as she joins Tiffany, then the twosome Pee-Cam together, right in from of the two sitting, vaging Cosmos. The Cam actually gets confused about what to look at. Now the morning session of Tiffany making up Cleopatra’s Wannabe Strippers gets into full swing. Steph is sent to order Elle into the Bathroom, and Elle, following Beka’s model, also opens her legs and shares full hairage with Cam. “Has Robyn taught you how to pullaside yet?” Tiffany inquires. Elle flusters, “Ma’am, no. I did see Kimju and Molly pullaside, and I think somebody at the Corvette House pulled my hem to the side and cammed my nether aperture.” Tiffany purses her lips. “Possibly they cammed your nookie as well.” Elle defends, “It felt like a big gelatin pill got shoved into my rectum.” Beka volunteers, “I got a thermoprobe in my borehole. Besides, pullaside for Elle don’t matter anymore; Elle’s begging Babs to Flip-Flop. So she titters her armholes and upskirts all her nappy, not just leaks it out.” Elle seeks to answer this, but Tiffany orders them both oval mouth, and Molly helps her complete the makeup. After dobbing both buttons with color, Tiffany sends them out to fetch Robyn and Kimju. Robyn sits legs apart on the stool; Kimju takes a cue from Molly and sits with her legs open and her thong tightly gathered into her mooe and moonshadow, so tight that her inner sex lips show out. Kimju gets her face, nipples, navel, and finger and toenails worked up, a streak of color in her hair, and a dusting of color into her hairage. Robyn collects face and nails, but Tiffany leaves her belly button, framed in the smallest buttonhole possible, in its natural state. “How come you made up Kimju’s navel and not mine?” Robyn demands of Tiffany. “You put marks on Beka and Elle’s buttons too. ” Tiffany ignores Robyn’s question, finishes two Wannabe faces, and addresses both Roommates. “Babs requests you roust your fellow Roommates outta their bunks and assemble yourselves for Reveille around the Dining Room table. Babs’ orders, ‘Each Pledge shall stand spread surrender behind her chair and face the table. No talking.’ I will put the Makeup Case away, inform Monitor Babs that the six of you are underway, and follow and join you. Now move.”

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 20, Section 4, Robyn Cams Steph & Beka: Upskirt & Vagflash (Day 16), Robyn Cams Steph & Beka: Vagflash Upskirt Together That afternoon Boss Babe commands Steph and Beka to stand at attention and provides them some cavalier goals. “Will you learn to flash quickly in very public places, even under camera fire? Of course you will. And will you learn to hold a pose for long periods of time? You shall.” BB, still very much the Bikini Babe, evaluates her two Pledge. Steph’s strapless cutout minidress hangs on her nipples, but it does oval her navel in its taunt buttonhole. Beka’s open-armhole croptop and low-slung miniskirt uncover an expanse of belly from her lower ribs down to where her inguinal arches down her pelvis. And of course both the minidress and low-slung miniskirt barely cover their crotches. “I am too busy to train you two to match your skills,” Boss Babe provides, “so Robyn has volunteered to train the both of you to work as a team. Maybe later Tiffany can add finishing touches beyond your ‘Cleopatra’s Wannabe Strippers’ makeup. But right now dispatch yourselves to the Front Porch steps and await her further instructions. Move.” Steph and Beka move quickly. All hear the Back Door Bell get rung twice as the sanpan Pledge depart the Cosmos House, wind their way past the Porch to the front, and sit themselves side-by-side on the wooden steps up to the Front Porch, legs apart and thighs not touching. Shadows dance, and Gamers argue whether their sanpan scruff and bare beaver might be accessible to the longest telephotos of paparazzi. But they are extremely convenient for the Front Door Cam, which wakes up and shares their upskirt with the Prefecture. Beka tries to start a conversation, but Steph rejects her. “Shut up. It’s bad enough I have to get my spooters and snizz cammed. But it’s worse when I have to share the bill with a bimbo like you.” Beka lapses into silence and, when the Cam isn’t looking, touches her breech to check for brodeas production. {I had to open and cream for the Back Door Cam this morning, and I creamed with by legs barely apart on the Quad. Elle lollyed me. Steph has spread her legs a lot already, but has not secreted love splurt.} Beka considers the Cam considering her again and gives it a look. {Yes, go ahead and collect me! I’m going to open my legs and drip on the Front steps... and bring Steph along with me.} She cheats her legs open a tiny bit. In due course Robyn appears, and whatever commiseration Steph and Beka had been sharing gets interrupted. Robyn stands on ground level, looks up at the two Cosmos sitting on the top step, and zeros in on Beka. “Show us where Boss Bitch marked you,” Robyn demands. Beka hesitates. “Open you legs, bimbo,” Robyn commands, then turns, and signs Steph, “Beka opens; you open too.” There is a moment of awkward silence as the sanpan Pledge open their legshalfway to spreadand wide enough there are no cri nks where the thighs and pubis intersect. The Front Door Cam hovers and collects serious intimate detail. Beka feels the fresh air upon her bare boner-box and a gentle breeze rustle the vertical broom-shaped patch of butched pussy hair. Beka nervously adjusts her posture and puts her hands to her sides. Beka feels it necessary to offer explanations. “Ma’am,” she concedes as she leans back with opened legs, “I’m shaven bare except for a racing strip up above my boneroo.” Steph feels rufescence flush her vulva and labia, and the inside of her thighs feel hotter. {I have wavy hair overtop my slit; Beka presents a bald box. The Cam already collected her titter, and the most Gamers get from me are headlights.} Steph leans back and rests her elbows on the step above. The posture affords support for the strapless minidress. {It helps keeps the hole to the navel. Donating to the vagcam, well, that’s unavoidable, but popping a nip or two might not be worth it. Instant rolldown. But if Robyn makes us do jumping jacks, I’m also a pop out.} Robyn permits herself the advantage and addresses the newbie. “Welcome to the Cosmo House, Beka Broda. You’re upskirt without panties. You’re not just vaging the Cosmos House; all the Houses share the Cam feeds. In fact, every Gamer in the Prefecture can see your bare box and bristle line.” “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” Beka accepts, not entirely sure how to interpret this broadcasting of her intimate secrets. Not sure how to interpret all this attention? Robyn explains to Beka, “I had you open your legs for the Back Door Cam earlier today, and you creamed. You barely exposed yourself to paparazzi and a camera class in front of the Lecture Hall, so why didn’t you offer them some open shots?” Beka stammers, “Ma’am, you told me” “Oh, shut up,” Robyn commands. “It doesn’t matter; you shall catch up now. I told Boss Bitch to make sure that whenever a Cam collects your open sanpan to be sure it feeds the Prefecture. But listen to me, you browsabella be wer bok. Say hello to whatever House across the street or next door might harbor a paparazzi with a long lens. People walking by on the street. A delivery person. Hover cams.” Beka constricts her pelvis, and once again the brodeas expresses itself as a line of white cream in between her labia. Sunlight highlights legs open. “Ah, béchamel again!” Robyn praises. “Tell me, bedizen,” Robyn demands, “what gets you so excited?” “Ma’am...” Beka pulls for an answer. “Ma’am, getting looked at makes me wet. Béchamel, brodeas. Elle made me realize that a long time ago. Transude valiva. Cream.” Steph, sitting with her legs equally upskirt, leans into the conversation and advances a warning to Beka. “Be careful about getting excited by Gamers looking at you.” Beka considers this advice. “Maybe one is good, but more is better. Maybe you should be careful about getting excited spreading your snatch in my face.” Robyn smoothes her maillot and rotates on the balls of her feet. Steph smells Beka freshen, wrinkles her nose, and once again turns and speaks to her. “We might both upskirt, but unlike you, I don’t leak slush.” Robyn decides to take charge and hammers Steph. “Maybe you don’t get to leak slush... yet. Beka might be begging to Strip, but she possesses two pieces. And all you have is your minidress. So you’re gonna beg whether you want to or not. You’re begging already.” Robyn especially likes to take liberties, so she shakes her shoulders and rears back. The Front Door Cam now takes on Steph’s opened legs. Yes, Steph’s tight strapless minidress rides up. Steph’s thin hair doesn’t completely obscure her slit beneath. And her anger has raised her stamen up. Robyn beats the drum. “You’re a snatch-flasher’s dream.” The more Robyn prolongs Steph’s exposure the more displeased Steph becomes. {But unlike Beka, I’m not going to secrete sexual discharge.} Beka want to help. “Ma’am, I’ll” “Shut up,” Robyn commands. “If I have to tell you again, you’ll roll your croptop up and hold it in your teeth.” Robyn considers them both. “Too bad you two aren’t Roommates and can’t Game for Garments right now. But you can still Game. The one of you with one minidress and pussy hair sits poised to Strip next Term but doesn’t want to; the one of you with a croptop and miniskirt but no hair misdirects you toward a Monitor slot, when in fact you’re already begging the Nugget. Seems like you both need to give up something the other’s got and get equal.” Neither Cosmos quite accepts this analysis. Steph objects, “It’s not right that I have to display my sex alongside a newbie Pledge. Especially one who presents herself as overly excited.” Robyn considers this foray and weighs into Steph, “I’d say Beka has more Garments than you, but she exposes more skin. More secrets than you.” Steph ignores Robyn and turns tighter in to Beka. “You really are shameless. You keep her thighs wider than necessary, and you let your excitement dominate your Game. Even outside here your brodeas just keeps brimming out.” Beka cringes; she hangs a bead of brodeas down toward the next lower step. “Yeah, okay, so....” Robyn voices disgust. “You’ve made a fresh mess of yourself, Beka Broda!” Robyn makes a high-pitched, very Oriental laugh into her fingertips. “No secrets for you anymore, you bocca bourse bimbo!” Steph evaluates the addition of a second Cosmos vagflasher. {Unfortunately for me it fails to draw attention away from my own opened legs.} Indeed, Beka stimulates a competition between the blonde and the brunette that Steph resists being draw into but seems unable to avoid. {I might not be able to prevent my stamen from standing up; I might be slippery inside; but unlike Beka, my splurt stays under control.} Robyn curls a lip to Steph. “I’m not going to bother give you signs anymore, you scraggly skeeze skank. I’ll give signs to Beka, and whatever she does, you follow.” Robyn watches Steph’s lips twist as Steph considers the source of this particular command. Robyn flaunts to her, “May your titter and vagflash collection accumulate. Especially since none of it belongs to you anyway. Not your real-time upskirt feed, or what you’re about to make in {The Runup.} You practice making splurt with Beka now, because she’s your newest role model.” And Robyn departs around the Porch side of the House, toward the Back Door. The Front Door Cam lingers with Steph and Beka presenting upskirt. Be honest: presenting open leg sanpan crotch, one with hair and a stamen growing out, one bare with a racing stripe. And oozing brodeas. Gamers who hate Robyn still appreciate her presentation of delicacies.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 18, Section 7, Robyn Works Kimju & Molly: Hand Signs & Climax, (Day 12), Babs Requires Elle: Locate Her Old Measurement Nudes

Babs, concerned about Janet usurping her power with the newbies, and Elle, concerned about the unfolding developments at the Cosmos House, find themselves sitting down at the Kitchen table together.

Elle, still wearing her halter and jeans shorts and squeezing her thighs together, volunteers a complaint. “Janet threatened to Flip-Flop Beka and me; she said she was going to make me expose my nookie and nadir way.”

Boss Babe tightens a wry smile.

Elle asks, “Can Janet tells us what to do?”

Babs smiles, “Well, at least you’re diplomatic enough to not complain that your noogies and nest have become public domain.”

Elle blushes. Unlike Beka, who threatens to display her bare box and landing strip upon sitting, Elle’s hairage leaks out the sides of her shorts. And she must lean forward to flash noogies down the halter.

Elle hastens, “And Robyn. Can she really sign Beka and I to pullaside and spread our legs apart?”

“And then sign you to butterfly your notch, make your nectar flow, push your nitro button, and climax?” Boss Babe states the rest of the question.

Elle stirs uneasily. “Ma’am, that’s pretty extreme, Ma’am. Maybe for Kimju and Molly it’s okay, but they were Strippers. Robyn’s even shown us some of their clips from the Nugget last Term. But Beka and I, we’re newbies. We... I never did anything like that before.”

BB listens, waves in the air to make the Kitchen Screen come alive, and shows Elle a picture of herself at a nightclub during her previous self. It depicts Elle wearing a dress with both her noogies swinging free.

BB raises her eyes up.

“Ah, Ma’am, yes, that’s er, ah, me, Ma’am.” Elle confesses. “Yes, but that was all... a fashion statement. And besides, you know, breasts aren’t exactly the same thing as vaginas, and besides”

BB completes, “you’re already flashing your tits here at the Cosmos House.”

Elle seeks the safe harbor provided. “Okay.”

Babs pops another image up on the Screen. This one captures Elle getting out of a car at a nightclub, also from before. It’s rude, embarrassing, humiliating, and unnecessary. Unnecessary?

“That’s you, nizzy. Yes?” BB inquires. It is. One of Elle’s feet reaches for the pavement, and the other pushes against the car doorframe. “No panties on that nookie. No hem in that notch.”

“Ah, yes, Ma’am. Yes,” Elle stammers. “I didn’t do that on purpose.”

“But you’re not exactly a virgin flasher?” BB lifts an eyebrow.

Elle casts her eyes down.

BB advances a statement. “Maybe Janet is right and you do need to swap clothes with your Roommate. Flip-Flop!”

Elle attempts a feeble defense. “Ma’am, Robyn already showed Beka and me the clips of our arrival. Everyone could see our noogies. And we’re supposed to beg you to screen whatever Janet shot of us at the Corvette House.”

“Beka transuded broda onto the floor and you licked it up,” Boss Babe summarizes. “Beka Broda and Elle Lollydor. Yes?”

“Ma’am, please, Ma’am.” Elle doesn’t know what she begs.

“Yes indeed!” Babs is cavalier. “You should beg me to serve up all your old pictures. Videos too.”

Elle blanches as she ponders the magnitude of this suggestion. Does this mean they will be on the Cosmos House Screens? The other Houses at School? The entire Prefecture?

Of course it does!

“Ah, Ma’am...” Elle considers how to respond. “Please post pictures of me flashing my nips and my nookie.” Elle pauses, then qualifies, “That you have already collected.” Elle feels unsure, so augments, “Plus the clips Robyn shot of us in the Backyard... me and Beka both.”

“And whatever else you might bring me!” BB progresses. “Besides what you brought from Janet.”

Elle quietly considers. Whatever else? What might Babs mean? Like there might be nudes a former boyfriend took. There could be....

Boss Babe elaborates, “I hear you sent over shots of yourself holding a tape measure. Three pictures, one for each of your measurements.”

Elle deflects but does not deny. “Ah, Ma’am, that would have happened before this Term began. Ma’am.”

Babs heartily agrees, “Obviously. They arrived before I became the Cosmos Monitor. They would have arrived with your application. Yes?”

“Ah...” Elle wonders out loud. She remembers the self-shots but had assumed they had been discarded. Perhaps now is not the time to test that hypothesis.

“Describe them to us, Pledge,” Boss Babe commands into Elle’s silence. “Truth becomes you.”

Elle takes a deep breath. “I took three head-to-toe images in a mirror, totally nude. In one I hold a measuring tape around my bust; in another I hold it around my waist; and a third around my hips. My Measurement Nudes, and yes, they were part of my application, Ma’am.”

“So what did you tape in at?” Babs inquires.

Elle halts, understands. “Oh. 34-24-34. That’s me. I’m a 34B, except this halter is looser than that.”

“You don’t have your Measurement Nudes anymore?” BB asks a trick question.

“No, Ma’am,” Elle responds quicker now, expanding, “I don’t have anything now except for my two Garments.”

Touché.

BB smiles, appreciates, but very much remains in charge. “Very well. You shall locate them, procure copies, and bring them to me so I may examine them.”

This is a dubious order. Elle repeats carefully, “I must locate my Measurements Nudes just so you can see me naked?”

Boss Babe swoons. “You make me sound selfish. Why don’t we say you must locate them so you may post them so that the entire Prefecture may view your measurements?”

Elle doesn’t know about Automatron yet. She protests, “What if whoever has them doesn’t want to give them to me?”

BB ducks her chin lower and looks at Elle with eyeballs rotated higher in their sockets.

Elle, not sure of Babs’ intentions, protests obliquely, “I’m not sure I signed up for this....”

“Not sure, Pledge?” Boss Babe speaks quickly. “You checked the box that said you’d show your whole body and not hold anything back! And what are you begging of me?”

Elle casts her eyes down. “Ma’am, please let me Pledge naked and become a Stripper next Term.”

Babs points toward the Dining Room. “You’re dressed enough. Go find them. Study the Baseboard Strippers, Penny and Coco. Pledge last Term; Strippers this Term. They are role models for you to aspire to.”

Elle gets ahead of the Game. “Yes, Ma’am. Please let me hunt for my Measurement Nudes.” Elle pauses. “And anything else I can find.” Whatever that means. “So you can show me off, Ma’am.” Elle does know what that means. And I suspect Babs will.

Well not quite. Babs nods and issues final words. “So you can show yourself off, Pledge.”

Elle knows what that means. And I suspect I will.

Julia is a student and Alex is a teacher. Julia came to try to pass the exam for already 2nd time. Alex's subject is favorite for Julia, because she actually very much likes Alex.
To pass the exam Julia warms up Alex with striptease and teases him. He reacts exactly as he must.
In the end, Alex cums in Julia's sweet mouth and she swallows his warm load.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 19, Section 1, Robyn Works Kimju & Molly: Hand Signs & Climax, (Day 12), Cosmos: Bunkroom Reveille Lineup Faces Mirror Lineup at Reveille the morning of Day Twelve occurs in the Bunkroom. Robyn and Kimju, Molly and Steph, and Beka and Elle all watch themselves stand spread surrender in the Bunkroom Mirror. Elle inventories six pairs of eyes, armpits, and legs; six navels; and two pairs of nipples atop knockers and mams. Elle notes that Molly’s panties remain gathered into her muliebre and moonshadow, and that Steph wears a new minidress: small buttonhole, very short... and strapless! The floppy string straps of the last three days seems to have been exchanged for a management problem of a different kind.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 16, Section 6, Beka & Elle are the last Cosmos to Arrive: Beka & Elle Beka Newbies Arrive & Titter Robyn’s Cam, (Day 10) Beka Meets Cosmos: Learns about Titter & Vagflash Beka meets the other Cosmos upstairs in the Bunkroom. Robyn and Kimju, and Molly and Steph, stand or sit on the floor around her as she sequesters herself inside her bunk bed. The bunk above her, Elle’s bunk, remains empty. Beka’s face stings, and her bruised lip smarts; the croptop and miniskirt cover her, sort of. Beka’s miniskirt slides far enough up one booty that BB’s nail marks become personal. Beka collects herself. Robyn laughs and points at Beka. “You were such a stupid blubber mouth! And you put your Roommate in the Doghouse. What’s next for you?” “You let me deceive myself,” Beka charges. “And Babs really cut into me.” Tiffany emerges from the Bedroom. She had slipped into her clear vinyl croptop and poured herself into tight low-rise stretch slacks after coming upstairs. She has grabbed the Makeup Kit, and now she advances toward Beka. She soothes, “Don’t mind Babs; that’s just the way she is. She lashes out at you like that and then feels guilty afterwards. School needs to teach her to slow her rise and assuage her guilt.” Robyn advances, “Boss Bitch needs to be staked out in the Mudpit and given a good fucking.” Tiffany applies salve from the Makeup Case to Beka’s tender lip and powers over BB’s paw print on her face. “Don’t worry,” Tiffany comforts, and preaches virtues: “I’ll show you all the tricks of the Strip. Just don’t get in my way getting there.” Beka appreciates the salve and powder, but, being new to School, her preconceptions may not match the Game actually being played amongst her fellow Cosmos. The fact that two of her fellow Pledge are topless and a third is topless-in-see-through annoys her. Some are more advanced than I am. Some have fewer Garments. Beka pays insufficient attention to Steph, who already envisions Beka as an easy relief valve to take off titter and vagcam pressure. Steph scans the Room. Kimju wants Opt Up, she thinks. Molly wears my panties. I just need to time taking them. And an opportunity to crush Robyn. Steph does have a score to settle. After all, she’s the reason I’m here and not a MomCap. Robyn Redacted leads again. She touches her own chest and identifies herself to Beka, saying, “I am like you. This is my first Term.” Robyn takes it upon herself to introduce the other Pledge. “Tiffany Transparent was a Whore and is a Double Opt Up. She likes Whoring better than Stripping and Stripping better than Pledging.” Tiffany smiles. “I like being out there.” Beka seeks safety in Tiffany’s outfit. “You wear that outside?” Beka really wants to know. Tiffany forms curves and caresses her fiery red hairage. “I sure do. I am a Porn Star, except I’m not allowed to have sex while I’m here pledging the Cosmos House. The Gamers are frustrating my fans.” “Frustrating Tiffany as well,” Robyn politely chuckles. Robyn gestures to Kimju and Molly. “Kimju and Molly were Strippers last Term and have pledged topless.” Molly grasps her mams in one arm, touches her panties with the other, and tries to offer consolation to Beka. “I’ve been outside like this, you know, topless and panties. But mostly I’ve had to streak.” “Naked?” Beka wants to know. She has a hard time accepting Molly’s coat of body hair. “Right,” Molly affirms. “You only streak naked. Stark naked.” “And now clothes arrive,” Kimju provides, trading eyes with Molly. She crosses her arms in front of herself and blocks her knockers for the moment. Beka doesn’t understand why the Pledge all seem to find this funny. Despite her predatory posture, Kimju has held back in order to watch Robyn. I want to discover Robyn’s envelope. I want to see if she treats newbie Beka as nastily as she treated Molly and me. I need another piece; any piece will do, but the first Game I play must be with Roommate Robyn. Robyn Redacted somehow. Beka offers a consolation prize to the two ex-Strippers. “Well, I guess it’s fair to say that you still look like Strippers.” Robyn generalizes, “Tiffany makes them up like Wannabe Strippers because they’re mostly begging to Strip. Be nice to Tiffany and she’ll make you up like a Stripper too.” Tiffany shimmies and explains to the newbie, “Babs’ orders. Cleopatra’s Wannabe Strippers. Don’t worry. I’ll make you beautiful too.” Beka observes that Tiffany’s nipples look like pencil erasers and wonders, Do they every retract? Tiffany takes pride that one of her feature attractions gets recognition. “Eraser Heads,” she perks. “They’re up all the time. 24x7.” Beka feels a flash of anxiety and rotates her chin in her fist. She hasn’t anticipated the complexity of momentum, and although Beka might not be one to verbalize impressions, she certainly does feels them on her body. Robyn gestures to Steph, standing tall at the outer rim of the cluster. Beka shifts her eyes to the blonde in a short, spaghetti-strapped minidress with a big cutout hole. Robyn advances, “Steph Sorostitute was the Cosmos Monitor last Term. And Babs, the real Boss Bitch whom you met downstairs in the Kitchen, was one of Steph’s Pledge. This Term Babs is the Monitor and Steph Opted Down so she could be Babs’ Pledge. Neat, huh?” Beka shifts her eyes between Robyn and Steph and wonders if she should believe Robyn. Babs is not to be seen, but Steph’s eyes sparkle with hostility toward Robyn. “You got broken?” Beka asks Steph a rude, brutal truth. Steph narrows her eyes. Standing properly, her minidress appears “decent,” and newbie Beka don’t consider that Steph wears nothing underneath. Only one Garment. Robyn says, “All the Pledge beg Tiffany to make up their nipples. Kimju and Molly begged three days ago and Steph begged and tittered her colors this morning. You gonna beg too?” Beka looks for evidence. No makeup on Molly’s large areola and nipples. Kimju crosses her arms, and Steph wears a minidress, loose fitting, with spaghetti straps that barely keep it on her body. Beka remembers the question. “Sure, I already tittered downstairs. Elle and I both. You can make both our nipples up. We’ll titter as much as you want.” Robyn informs, “Steph expects that her red spots are going to rub off inside her minidress.” “So what?” Beka doesn’t care. “Tomorrow,” Tiffany interjects, “Steph will beg Babs to wear her minidress inside out. That way Gamers will see red spots where the lipstick rubbed off.” Tiffany watches Beka absorb this concept, then augments, “It will imprint Gamer brains, so that when Steph finally does dance topless she’ll be worth more. Pent up anticipation.” Steph rises onto her tiptoes, slightly horrified that Tiffany suggests such a humiliation. That I might drift downward in Caste! She snippets to Tiffany, “All you think about is money and valuation.” And they laugh together uneasily. It is a laugh that Beka doesn’t understand. Steph turns to Beka. “Left to her devices Tiffany kinda makes me up like how she wants. But now I’ve got her doing it the way I want. Tiffany will do anything get to the Strip.” Robyn shoulders forward. “Steph’s already on her way to the Strip.” She orders, “Show her, you scraggly sex sanpan.” Steph, uncertain if she should honor Robyn’s suggestion, nevertheless walks over to Beka’s bunk, places a bare foot up on the bunk next to her, and vagflashes an open-legged upskirted socket box in Beka’s face. Steph smiles daggers and focuses her aggression upon the newbie. “Take a good look; this is you next!” Beka flinches when she sees soft scruff over a slit. “Don’t let her spook you,” topless Molly intercedes. “Just because Steph considers how she might swap costumes with you doesn’t mean she’s going to. She’s my Roommate!” Mild confusion ensues. Beka clenches herself and draws her legs together. Steph rocks her foot on the bunk and keeps her slit pointed toward Beka’s eyes. Beka’s eyes seek explanation, and Steph speaks to them from a position of power. “My Roommate Molly keeps begging me to take her panties. So please don’t make her jealous and beg me to trade for your croptop and miniskirt instead.” Very funny. Beka thinks she understands and squeezes her tights tightly together. “Ah, yes. You’re taking Molly’s panties. And Opting Up. Elle and have I two pieces, so, er, ah, I guess we’re Opting Up too!” “Elle’s in the Doghouse,” Robyn affirms, “and your Options may lie in contesting with Steph. You are a perfectly matched pair. Both of you titters and upskirts.” Steph glowers at Robyn, who in turn flashes her a Hand Sign for “legs spread.” Beka certainly has no sense of Cosmos history, but every Pledge in the Bunkroom knows BB has ordered Robyn to “sign Steph’s legs apart and cam her.” Steph considers a technicality: Given the absence of any Cam in the room, this order may well be specious. She yields anyway and obliges the request. Wider means Steph must ride the minidress up to her hips and present her snatch so it is fully accessible. Beka reads the irritation in Steph’s face, but because Beka doesn’t understand the hand of Boss Babe enabling Robyn’s domination, Beka assumes Robyn holds power. Robyn watches as Beka catches a whiff of scent. She cackles to Beka, “You just gotta love how Steph’s thin blonde scruff doesn’t quite cover her stamen.” “Her stamen?” Beka registers uncertainty about fun laughter in the Bunkroom. Another sniff. “My stamen,” Steph takes over the conversation, looking down at Beka sitting in her lower bunk, “is what you might call my clit, my strophoid. And my scruff covers my smoo, which defines the entrance into my sex cavity. So what do you call your clit, newbie Pledge? Your bead? Your beanie? Your bolus?” Beka squirms. I wish Elle were here. Once again Beka shifts her weight around, and once again Steph’s open legs follow her. Steph articulates, “You’re gonna beg the Boss Bitch to keep your thighs apart! Instead of me.” Beka squeezes her thighs harder and darts her eyes over Steph’s blonde shrubbery lying across her slit. They linger on Steph’s stamen again. Robyn confirms reality to Beka. “Don’t worry, Pledge, you’ll learn to open up. Before you arrived Steph was the only Cosmos empty in-between. Vagflashing raw snatch. Now she’s got you to keep her company. Maybe your briar patch will divert the paparazzi away from her upskirted snapper,” Robyn laughs. Beka’s eyes dart around the Bunkroom. Kimju’s thong and Tiffany’s slacks both hairage, as do Molly’s panties, narrowed upward into her mooe. But all of them put cloth through their crotches; Robyn too. Steph pretends joviality as she lectures the new arrival, “After I put Molly’s panties back on, you shall command all the vagflashing attention.” And they all laugh, except Beka, who doesn’t know that Steph already wore panties once and already gave them back once. And yes, vagflashed too much to count, although she has managed to not share any slush with the Cams. Steph breaks her posture, and as she moves away Beka smells her scent fade and her own scent whiff upwards. Beka worries, Where might Elle be?

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 18, Section 2, Beka & Elle: Flash & Observe Ginny Corvette, (Day 11), Babs Orders Beka & Elle Visit Janet: Obedience Training Boss Babe strides into the Bathroom before Elle can correct impressions. By now both newbies have heard the double-B allusions to Babs: {BB. Bikini Babe. Black Bikini. BooBs. Bling Bra. Boss Babe. Boss Bitch.} Beka and Elle know to keep silent. Other Cosmos trail in after BB. Robyn sports her maillot cutout. Steph still wears her loose-fitting strapped cutout minidress with its big button hole. Still inside out with colored spots defining where her spigots lay inside, begging to titter the Cam. Kimju and Molly hang topless and fully buttaged, Kimju because her tanga provides no other alternative, and Molly because BB pulled the rear of her panties into her moonshadow at the Lineup this morning and Molly knows to not undo BB’s handiwork. Except now the front of Molly’s panties are pulled in tight too. Muff spilling everywhere, but no explanation offered. “Listen up.” BB points to Beka and Elle. “Monitor Janet wants to meet you. So you’re gonna take a hike over to the Corvette House.” The Room stirs. BB augments, “But first Tiffany will do your makeup.” Babs spins on the balls of bare feet and retreats to her Bedroom.

Julia Earth wants to ride in your spaceship and she'll do anything to come along. Today she slowly strips naked, and work her mouth then her pussy on a fat dildo. Does a pretty good job. Hunt around and you might find her practicing on cock in her mouth or sex slot.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 14, Section 3, Molly & Steph: The Drawing Class & Medical Exam, (Day 10), Molly & Steph: The Figure Drawing Class

Eventually the van backs up to a loading dock inside a multi-story office building. The doors opens, and the Roommates scurry down a walkway into a small office. One walks tall and proud; the other hunches over and clenches herself.

The Drawing Class Matron greets them inside the office. She wears a uniform with a jacket and a mid-calf skirt, and she addresses them with efficiency.

“One of you may model for the Figure Drawing Class, many floors upstairs. It is a fully nude assignment. The other will esc co rt and hold onto whatever clothing the chosen nude model takes off.”

The two Roommates look at each other.

Steph speaks first. “You can do it,” she tells Molly, then follows with the rationale, “Since you’re mostly naked already.” Molly doesn’t wonder what Caste the Matron might be. It is true that I am mostly naked already. Molly stops clenching herself. She says nothing out loud. It doesn’t matter if my majonkers are covered or not. Molly hooks thumbs to the sides of her waistband, rolls her panties down, steps out of them, hands them to Steph, and sighs with relief. She considers her body. I am naked now. Not just mams, but also minge in full view. But no wet panties!

The Matron hands Molly a towel to wipe her body free of dirt and makeup and dry herself. She also loans Molly a brush and comb.

Steph smirks at Molly’s willingness to extract herself from her wet panties. She also must consider what to do with the wet panties just presented to her by Molly. They are sufficently wrung out that they don’t even drip water.

The Matron tucks in her chin and gives Steph a hint, “May I suggest you unroll them before you put them on.”

Steph untwists the panties in her hand until she can distinguish the front and backside. Damp, thin, faded, pink cotton panties. Previously worn.

Steph looks the Matron in the eye, and the Matron points toward a trash can. “Well, if you don’t want them, throw them away.”

Steph clears her throat and clarifies, “Ma’am, yes I want them!

”

Matron simplifies, “Then put them on.”

Steph does so at once. Steph hadn’t considered this possibility, the possibility of acquisition being this easy but also this consequential. Steph makes a mess pulling what were only moments ago Molly’s panties up and on under today’s scoop neck minidress. This Matron should give me new panties. And not Molly’s cootie underwear. Probably she is not as smart as I am.

A freight elevator nearby crawls upward slowly, climbing many stories to deliver the nude figure drawing model and her to the drawing studio floor.

The elevator clunks to a stop, and the steel accordion door opens into the drawing room. Both Cosmos feel the eyes of the class upon them.

Steph catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror opposite and immediately flushes with embarrassment. The wetness from the panties has soaked into the minidress, and a stain around her hips and below her buttonhole has begun to grow.

Steph finds a corner in the drawing room and leans her shoulders back. No way I am sitting down!

Steph watches Molly make her way to a small posing dais in the middle of the room. Molly acquires confidence. I can do this! I’ve modeled for drawing classes before! Heck, I’ve even modeled with my mooe pulled open and a toy sticking out.

Steph marvels at how Molly seems able to hold poses for long periods of time. She possesses no embarrassment, even though some of the poses splay her hairy legs apart and let some of the sketchers skewer her muliebre. The class surrounds her on all sides and transcribes her face and body, mammaries, mammilla, navel, gluteus maximus, thick hairy armpits, and pubic muff.

All onto paper.

Steph wonders if the art students come from the School she now attends. Perhaps not. They are outsiders somehow. They could be like Gamers, but probably most of aren’t even aware of the Game.

Steph’s eyes canvas the drawing studio, looking for With zoom lenses to harvest that meaty molliwog. Steph brushes her hand down the cutout minidress atop the front of her body, careful to neither titter nor upskirt. Molly should be grateful to go naked here... it isn’t like she hasn’t made hundreds, probably thousands, of spread wide open pussy shots.

Molly doesn’t give much thought to whether Gamers might furtively collect her nudity. It really doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I strike my best poses here and now for these students. Molly might be lethargic and indifferent to being looked at, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t take pride. I know I am worth the model fee, whoever is paying it and whoever is receiving it. For it is certainly not me, and maybe not even the Cosmos House.

Steph is not sure if Molly earns status by posing or loses status because she is relegated to nude work.

Steph ponders, and again the panties feel clammy and cold on her skin. She confirms that the scoop neck minidress shows an even bigger ring around her waist, a wet spot that almost intersects the cutout hole.

Molly stays silent during the long ride down the freight elevator. The office appears empty, and the van is parked at the loading dock with its back door open. Molly, stark naked, scrambles for the cover of its inside. Steph, turning around to look around the loading dock, follows, and she delivers an upskirt to a curious security cam as she unthinkingly climbs inside. But it’s not a vagflash, because Steph now wears panties over her snooch.

The van door closes behind them. The Roommates feel the motor start and adjust their bodies on the grimy metal floor as the van bumps into motion.