The Cosmos, The Arrivals Book 1 Chapter 15, Molly & Steph: The Bachelor Party, Day 9. Section 1. Babs Tells Molly & Steph: Entertain a Bachelor Party Then there is the Bachelor Party. Day Nine begins with Tiffany making up Babs like a Queen. They work in the Bedroom they share. Next Tiffany shall go to the Bathroom and turn Kimju and Molly and Steph into Cleopatra’s Strippers. Steph, who sacrificed her minidress last night for a trade-in this morning, still retains what were Molly’s panties. She uses the Bathroom while Tiffany finishes Babs’ makeup next door. Tiffany knows better than to enter the Bathroom before I’m showered and dressed, Steph affirms to herself. Tiffany comes in anyway, and with her license to enliven the Cam. Steph, wearing only her panties, crisscrosses her hands over her breasts, and carefully sits on a stool facing the makeup table mirror, legs apart. Talk about trade offs. Maybe Gamers can’t cam my scruff, but except for my handbra, I’m topless. If I complain to Babs about “toplessness,” then the Bitch will take my dress and panties away, and Tiffany will make me up nude, and cammed with my legs apart. Steph fumes as Tiffany tips her makeup slightly toward that of a Whore. Boss Bitch hopes that the Bathroom Cam collects me totally topless. What I hope is that her bazoombas spill out. Kimju, always topless, and wearing only her thong, discovers herself with the face of a clown: circles around her eyes, a wide red mouth, and a bright red nose. Once again Kimju’s knobs are brightly colored, only today concentric circles circumnavigate both knocks, both sides of her kabedis, and around her belly button. Kimju feels humiliated by the treatment, and it doesn’t help when Tiffany gently tugs on her tanga and observes, “Looks like one of Cleopatra’s Strippers has spotted herself.” Molly, still naked following the donation of her panties to Steph at the Figure Drawing Class yesterday, doesn’t get to shower today, and the crust in her thick pubic hair documents yesterday’s evening of meringuing on the Back Door Landing. Tiffany also makes up Molly like one of Cleopatra’s Strippers, and soaks her hair with oil. Molly takes it. At least I don’t have wet panties anymore! Once again Boss Babe summons her Cosmos to a morning Reveille in the Bunkroom. “Lineup. Face the Mirror. Stand spread surrender.” Steph hustles to Babs’ Bedroom, acquires today’s cutout minidress, and takes a moment to steady herself. She studies herself in the Mirror. Today’s delight is a slippery, spaghetti-strapped minidress with a big belly hole that swings around her navelage, and which is, of course, adequately short. Steph secretly gloats as she stands in the Lineup. Big surprise for the Bathroom Cam: Gamers thought they were gonna collect my tits and vag while Tiffany made me up. Wrong. Maybe I always sit with my thighs apart, but today I’m wearing panties under my minidress! Now, as Steph stands in the Lineup and examines herself in the Mirror, she makes a small shimmy. Yes, this minidress will titter, and yes, if I shimmy wrong Gamers can look down my buttonhole and get to see my panties there! Don’t worry, Gamers; I’m gonna shimmy right! Steph tests that she can stretch upward, and that no matter how high she reaches, her navel always remains in its buttonhole. Steph examines Molly, standing next to her, and reflected in the Mirror. Filthy, oily, a mess. Molly stays naked because naked defines Molly’s steady state; she still has all of her full body hair: head, puffy underarms, pubes, legs. Steph observes dust and dirt accumulated in Molly’s body hair, as well as water-spots and the vaginal crust. Steph curls her nose. This hairy, mud-humping, cum-moll Roommate of mine hasn’t bathed since she arrived three days ago. She stinks! Steph also stinks, only it is from the cheap perfume that Tiffany sprayed all over her neck, arms, and inner thighs. And who has made her up to look not like one of Cleopatra’s Strippers, but more like Whore. Tiffany, by design or convenience, positions herself in the Lineup wearing only her hanging-waistline stretch slacks – hairage and rugage of course – and holds her hands behind her head while topless. Topless tanga defines Kimju’s state of dress. She also stinks of cheap perfume and feels embarrassed looking like Cleopatra’s Stripper clown. Robyn appears exempt from Reveille, so she takes the opportunity to use the Bathroom and cleanse herself absent Tiffany’s Cam. Besides applying the most glamorous makeup to her face, touching up her finger and toenails, and brushing any kinks from her long blonde hair, Robyn again affords herself the opportunity to shave her armpits and legs. She gloats at her recent addition of shoulder straps to her maillot cutout. Boss Babe appears unfazed by the three pairs of breasts, two pairs of bare buttocks, and one full bush that confront her in the Lineup. She once