The Cosmos, The Arrivals Book 1 Chapter 15, Molly & Steph: The Bachelor Party, Day 9. Section 5. Molly: Begs a Pee-Cam & Acquires a Piss Mouth As the applause fades Steph interjects, “Any time a bunch of guys or gals need a naked dancer to show off how a gal cums, just order Molly!” This time the laughter turns dirty; too many in the room share affection for Molly and resent Steph’s lack of civility. Steph, disgusted at Molly’s lewd dancing, ups the ante. “Get on your hands and knees, your hairy moll. Stick your gluteus really maximus up in the air and show everybody your furry mawk portal.” The Revelers hush, and Molly obeys. She pivots her body and pulls her mounds of flesh to each side so that every single Reveler at the Party gets a full and unobstructed view of her hairy asshole. A quieter appreciation ripples through the room, and Steph wrinkles her nose, yet at the same time feels dominant. She raises again, “Maybe Molly would like to pee in a glass for you.” There is a collective “Oooh” in the room. Then scattered applause from the Revelers. And then a hush. Molly, back on her feet now, cups her mammies in her hands, bows, and makes a professional, respectful request. “Please let me be on the Pee-Cam.” Applause. Molly wonders if she has just signed up to join Tiffany. She knows that many Cams have been rolling since her arrival, and they most certainly document her commitment. She looks toward Steph, makes eye contact, and encounters the hardened face of Steph Sorostitute. Still, Molly knows she owns the dais; she climbs onto the bar top, collects a stein glass, squats, and announces, “I’ll pour a draft for you!” A steady clapping starts once she establishes a yellow flow, which builds throughout the many seconds of stream, then turns to silence as the flow reduces to a dribble. Stops. A huge roar of applause. Molly grins and raises the filled stein. Steph brazens a claim: “Maybe now Molly just qualified to Pee-Cam!” Applause endorses Steph’s assertion, and Steph, irritated that Molly commands all the attention, escalates, “You are such a pink wet and ready wannabe Whore. You got sent here by mistake. You should be getting three-hole fucked at Flesh Ranch. Splattered.” This hurts. “Jeez, Steph,” Molly begs, “You know I’ll stay naked and play with myself for you anyplace anywhere anytime. I masturbated myself on the Landing outside the Back Door, just like you told me to. I just creamed and came for you. For everybody here. And beyond. And I peed, too.” Molly adjusts her position to her knees and sets the stein between her spread knees on the bar top. A ripple of appreciation flows in her direction. Molly eyes the Groom, Best Man, and Revelers and says, “I did not get sent to the Cosmos House by mistake. And I am not a wannabe Whore.” Molly drifts her eyes to Steph. “I might be a wannbe Stripper next Term, but nobody has flashed titter and vag more than you.” Heads turn to watch Steph takes offense. “You should beg dirty panties in your mouth for saying something like that. Robyn’s got you pegged; you are a mumping mandragorite.” A murmur ripples through the assembled. An evil uncertainty. Indeed, has not Boss Babe provided two Cosmos to play and perform? Roommates! Stress Test! Molly senses the bar top is no longer necessarily a power spot, but she has nowhere to go. Indeed, the power of the stage has flowed out from her. Out from Steph, wearing her spaghetti strapped cutout minidress and upskirting panties underneath. Yes. The Groom, Best Man, and all the other Revelers know where some panties are! Pandemonium erupts. The Best Man is the first to cry out to Steph, “Off!” Molly knows she is helpless to intercede, and Steph knows she is surrounded. “Off! Off! Off!” the Revelers chant in unison, building their determination. Steph processes quickly, watches a kneeling Molly stir uncomfortably. She draws air in through tilted nostrils. Almost a snort. A first tinge of fear, uncertainty, strikes her. I’m trapped. I’ve been set up. Double crossed. Now is not the time to argue. Steph lifts her hands to gain the forum to speak. She slides off the stool, pretty much showcasing all of her panties in the process. The Revelers quiet, wondering what will follow. Steph Sorostitute smoothes her cutout minidress. Makes sure it does cover her panties. She carefully reaches under her minidress, hooks her thumbs in the waistband of the panties beneath, then rolls them down and relinquishes a pause to the many Cams in the crowd for a picture holding the panties apart with her thighs, somewhere below the lower hem of the dress and her knees. And then out of the freeze position, down to the ankles, and stepped out of, one bare foot at a time. The Revelers hoot and politely applaud, and Steph does a great job making sure none of the flash cameras or vids catch her scruff. But she realizes as she straightens up that she has deligh