The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 4, Tiffany Transparent: Arrives at Cosmos House, Day 1, Section 4, Tiffany & William: Porn Star Changes & Pops Peacocks ¶ Tiffany knocks on the Peacock House front door and William, the well-statured House Monitor, opens it. William wears a black t-shirt and pants, trimmed brunette hair. He gestures, and Tiffany follows him inside into a Parlor. A bare-chested, blond and blue-eyed younger man wearing only a jockstrap joins him in the center of the room and conspicuously cams her. Six naked Peacocks, lined up along one side of the Peacock House Parlor, masturbate, all stroking in unison. Tiffany runs a very quick eye down this Lineup. Six erections, some lube swinging down. Some teeth gritting. ¶ “So, why are you here?” William demands. ¶ Tiffany takes a gulp, lowers her chin, and tries to take charge of these admirers. “Hello Peacocks! I am Tiffany Porn Star! Except I’m a Cosmos Pledge this Term. Begging to Strip next Term and then begging to Whore. Until then, you’ll just have to look at my tits through this silk gauze.” ¶ “And your thatch showing above your twat,” the blond Cameraman blurts out. ¶ Tiffany spins and presents rugage in his face. “And my tail trough showing out. What’s you name, bare-chested jockstrap Cam boy?” Tiffany extends a hand toward the Cam. “Oh, and your chest is so smooth.” ¶ William interrupts the performance. “I’m William, the Monitor of the Peacocks, and this ‘jockstrap Cam boy,’ as you call my Roommate, we call Rodney.” ¶ “Cute.” Tiffany sashays. “Pimp Cowboy said if I stopped by you’d let me trade for a longsleeve shirt.” ¶ “Seems like you’d have to take off the one you got first,” William advises tenuously. ¶ Rodney advances, “On Cam, of course.” ¶ Tiffany provides fluidly and talks while she slithers into motion. She runs her fingers around the elastic waistline of her slacks and fluffs her thinnish red hairage upward with the back of her hand, “Can’t stop the fire erupting,” Tiffany laughs, tossing her red head toward the Lineup. “And it’s all natural… all the way down to my twat.” ¶ Rodney looks at Tiffany’s red hairage spouting above her slacks, looks at her cameltoe, and announces, “You’re here to blow me.” ¶ Tiffany’s body arches backward with the language of rejecting pond scum. “Oooh, sexy, pretty boy. You know you’re unworthy of anything like that.” ¶ William provides guidance. “This tatterdemalion is here to change shirts… and shake some bare tits in between.” ¶ Tiffany advances on prey. She draws her hands upward upon the deep swath of her bare belly. She brags, “I’m belly-up and belly-down. These low-riders float seven inches below my navel, and my shirt rides seven-up!” Tiffany draws her fingers upward across her belly skin until they collide with the hem around the bottom of her translucent croptop. “Oh,” she pretends as she grips the crop line across her lower ribs, many inches above her navel. She looks down, then raises her eyes up to the Cam and says, “There is no way this shirt can settle down and cover my birth scar.” And draws the shirt upward and over her head. ¶ She smiles to herself. ¶ Tiffany shimmies and extends the shirt out an arms’ length away from her body, out on the end of a fingertip. She says, “Hello there from Tiffany, topless Porn Star. Tiny tits and Eraser Heads in full open air.” ¶ The masturbating Lineup gasps for air. ¶ Tiffany sways and points to Rodney’s jockstrap. “Oh, and look at you! Tiffany topless Porn Star brings you a hard-on!” ¶ There is laugher behind Rodney’s back from the Lineup of naked Peacocks. Tiffany suppresses a laugh and covers her mouth. “And look at you!” Tiffany exudes. She steps toward them and gathers both hands to her chest. “You’re dangling lube from your swollen erections!” ¶ William interrupts and extends an arm for Tiffany’s shirt. “I take that,” he says. ¶ Tiffany hands over her silk shirt. She speaks not. I don’t need to. I’ll just let them look at me topless. Eyes run over her body, and Tiffany twists her head so that her long red hair spills down and almost covers her topless titties. Tiffany pirouettes and allows all the Peacocks, inviting, “Take a look at how my tail trough accelerates as it narrows and dives down into my pants.” She stretches at the Cam held by jockstrap-swelling Peacock Rodney, and even more red hair erupts above her low-rise waistline. ¶ But then she begs to William, “If you give me my new shirt, I’ll show off the rest of my thatch.” She crouches down to address the six naked and masturbating Peacock Pledge. “Bet you’d all like to see my tenement house and my tailpipe!” ¶ Rodney interrupts, “I think we’d all like to watch you suck cock.” ¶ “Oooh, what a magnificent suggestion,” Tiffany exclaims, rubbing both top turrets in the palms of her hands. ¶ William closes one eye. “You’re the wannbe Porn Star. Go ahead: pop my Lineup.” Tiffany sees that he holds her new shirt in his hand. Longsleeves and buttons. ¶ Tiff