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.}