The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 5, Babs & Tiffany: Dining Room, Backyard Scratch, Bath, Day 1, Section 8, Tiffany Describes Janet to Babs: Strippers Two Terms Ago ¶ Tiffany rushes to qualify, “The difference between me and Janet is that when Janet and I were Strippers at the Nugget we both got our tits and twats fondled a lot. But when I was a Whore last Term and Feature Danced, let me assure you that when Patrons fondled me they popped corks in the Champagne Room.” ¶ “You blew them.” Babs speaks very matter-of-factly. ¶ “Hands and knees! Or I took their dick out and slipped it inside me as I sat on their lap. I had a big advantage: I’d dance on Stage and get tips, I’d lapdance, and then I’d take them to the private room. The Strippers aren’t allowed to Whore. Too bad, ‘cause they can’t all become Whores.” ¶ “I guess the Patrons don’t have a chance.” BB recounts. Now she takes charge: “But you didn’t just screw in the Champagne Room. Judging from your Calendar, you’re also a public fuck.” ¶ “Anywhere, anytime, anybody. Check out Automatron. I shot pornos at the Inner Sanctuary at the Nugget. I’ve done everything explicit. All holes. All sexes. When I was a Whore I got to decide Up or Down. I knew that if I begged Slavesex they would fo.rce-masturbate me, possibly even stroke me on real cock, but frustrate my release. It would be very intense, I’m sure. And very dangerous for me, because I would beg {anything} for release. And I do mean anything.” ¶ “You’ll have to negotiate any and all cumming here at the Cosmos House just as well,” Babs reminds Tiffany. “Not just pussy and cock. Touching yourself, too.” ¶ “I know Ma’am,” Tiffany’s hands slide up her chest, out of the bubbles, and Babs realizes that her own hands are still crisscrossed, with her fingers inside her bra. She can feel that her bullets are hard, and as she backs her hands out, she sneaks a peek at bubbled areolage. It is not by accident that the Cam stays by BB’s side and focused on Tiffany. ¶ Tiffany wiggles Eraser Heads up into view and rolls them in her fingers, not making them any harder, impossible, of course. She offers Babs, “You can touch them.” Tiffany brushes water off of her shoulders. “You can touch me whenever you want, anywhere, anytime you want. I’m number one Pee-Cam and Piss Mouth. I know I have to please you. No, I don’t need to be tied up to be sexually frustrated. Listen, my current state of chastisement defines my value. Gamers will pay the Cosmos House to watch me release myself.” ¶ Babs takes a deep breath. {That’s not quite what I have in mind, but….} BB breezes, “Pledge Tiffany, I shall remember you said that!”