The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 12, Babs Trains Tiffany & Steph: Piss Mouth & Mirror, Day 1, Section 1, Babs Orders Steph Join Molly: Roommates Game Mirror ¶ ¶ ¶ Steph and Babs collide just as the Bunkroom narrow into the Hallway. It is after Robyn and Kimju have headed downstairs and while naked Tiffany, still in the Bathroom, works on her own makeup. ¶ Visions of climaxing Dongs dance in Babs’ head. Babs outreaches a finger toward Steph. “You!” ¶ Steph takes a step backwards. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, Ma’am.” ¶ Might Steph assume BB takes umbrage at their collision, Steph’s assumptions are misplaced. ¶ Yet convenient. BB slows her pulse down. {Am I embarrassed that Steph has known all along what I just found out?} Babs glowers, and Steph takes another step backward. {I don’t like that Steph Sorostitute keeps a secret from me.} BB glances past Steph, down the hallway toward the Bathroom entrance. Reconsiders Steph. ¶ Steph curtsies. “Ma’am, Tiffany said I should ask you to approve my makeup, Ma’am. I think she wants compliments.” ¶ Boss Babe considers Steph’s makeup and loose-fitting haltered minidress. Adequate belly hole. Short. Four edges between fabric and skin. {I’ve known all along that you secretly attended the Alumni Reprise. You’ve always known the full Janet and Tiffany details, which I only now just discover! You’re playing me!} ¶ But BB’s face and posture reveals not a clue that she knows Steph keeps secrets. In fact, she bows to her Pledge and former Monitor. “Good morning, Pledge.” Now BB steps back. “I see another of Cleopatra’s Wannabe Strippers steps forth to audition and Game!” ¶ “I need you to let Molly give me her wet panties.” Steph looks past Babs into the Bunkroom and the marmalade affixed to Mirror. “She’s phobic.” ¶ “I need you to thank me for letting you wear that minidress today.” Boss Babe inches one side of her chin up. ¶ Steph shuffles and smoothes her Garment. Feels that her button is holed. {No problem.} “Ma’am, thank you for letting me wear—” ¶ “So did you titter for Cam?” BB nods in the direction of the Bathroom. ¶ Steph squirms but retains her footing. {Bare} footing. “Ma’am, Tiffany made sure I leaned over. I contributed not only a titter but sat legs apart and contributed upskirt.” Steph puts on a smile and swivels her hips. “Don’t worry, Ma’am, some Cam or another collects my spouts and short wavies every day. So do my exposures make you happy? Ma’am.” ¶ “Anything else to tell me?” BB inquires. ¶ “Er, ah….” Steph racks her brain, unsuspecting. “Well, yes. Two things. Tiffany told me I’m supposed to beg her to make up my nipples. Like whatever she did to Kimju and Molly perhaps. Can she do that? She’s just another Pledge, after all.” ¶ Bikini Babe touches her bling. “My {crescents d’areolage} will carry permanent suntans because of you. Be adaptive; that’s my free advice if I were you. You put yourself where you are. Nobody did it to you. So deep down inside, you want to be here.” ¶ “You’re crazy.” Steph should not speak like this to her Monitor. ¶ Babs ignores the insult. ¶ And Steph fills potential vacuum. This time she tilts her own head backward toward the Bathroom door. “And, like, I don’t get Tiffany. Tiffany always wants to train me to Strip, but at the same time she always lets me know she’s ahead. So she peed in from of me again today, and once again the Cam watched both of us at the same time. Ma’am, it’s fine with me that Tiffany wants to be a better Stripper than me; I don’t want to be a Stripper at all. And I don’t need Pee-Cam fans.” Steph blinks, then adds, “May it please you, Ma’am.” ¶ BB takes another step backward and sweeps a path forward so that Steph can pass easily into the Bunkroom. Again Boss Babe points a finger. “You, Pledge: position yourself next to your Roommate, Molly there, and make out with the Mirror. Palms on the Mirror. Kiss it, and rub your bare stomach and legs against it, too. Move! Now!” ¶ Steph moves. If she titters moving quickly there are no Cams here in the Bunkroom to share it. She looks back, and Babs has vanished. She quiets, positions herself next to topless Molly, but she can’t seem to draw Molly out of a kissing and rubbing passion with Mirror. {Okay.} ¶ Steph touches the Mirror with her hands, imagines she is up against a wall being arrested, looks at herself, and draws her smallish buttonhole forward toward the Mirror… and into contact. Sensation cruises through Steph’s body, and she tilts her thighs forward until the skin of her legs contacts Mirror. She presses her chest and feels Mirror stimulate through the thin fabric and instantly stand up her sweet tips. She looks again at her now-Roommate and wonders why Molly doesn’t interrupt kissing and rubbing against Mirror to acknowledge her. Molly’s smell fills the Bunkroom. A thought flashes through Steph’s mind: {Maybe Babs’ sharp reaction wasn’t all colliding with her. Maybe Kimju and Molly said something and Tiffany’s gonna