The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 18, Section 6, Beka & Elle: Flash & Observe Ginny Corvette, (Day 11), Beka & Elle: Admire Corvette House Baseboard Strippers The third visual impression relates to a suite of four framed Pictures hanging on the wall of the Corvette Dining Room, similar to those in the Cosmos House, except Beka and Elle haven’t visited the Cosmos House Dining Room yet. Experienced Gamers would immediately recognize two differences. The first is that here at the Corvettes a picture of Janet sits on top, whereas Babs occupies the second tier. Beka and Elle lower their eyes to two naked baseboard Pictures, and Janet appraises them, “That’s Penny and Coco, presenting themselves like the Strippers they have become, and which I understand you beg to be. Is that correct, Pledge?” {What? Huh?} Beka and Elle stumble but manage to spill out, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.” The second difference is that whereas at the Cosmos House all the Pictures are from the front, here at the Corvettes all four Pictures present backsides. Yes, Janet does indeed have a crochet g-string up the middle of her big rounded rump. And in the picture and in the here-and-now Beka and Elle can see that the g-string fits in between two long labial lips that hang out of her jepoot, weighted down by three rings in each side. “This Dining Room Picture of your own Monitor Babs confirms what you might have suspected,” Janet airs breezily, “which is that BB’s nombril hung so low that her posterior rugage cracked above her waistline.” The newbies study Babs’ substantial butt crack, nod their heads in unison, and carefully trade eyes. Janet reads their minds that they haven’t yet had a chance to observe Babs’ Dining Room Picture back in the Cosmos House and observe Babs’ folded-down nombril and humiliating hairage from the front side. “BB’s got a treat awaiting your eyes,” Janet teases. And catches Elle’s scandalized stare at her Bikini. “I haven’t changed; nothing I could do about it. Look at me. Crochet Spiderweb Bikini. I’m all out.” Janet adds a tidbit. “Did BB tell you that both of us lost our tops during the Mudwrestling Contest?” Beka twitches, and Elle looks down and shuffles her bare feet. {No, Babs did not so inform us. Although Robyn had alluded to something about BB spilling out of her low-cut bra.} Janet breezes onward and extracts her g-string partly out of her jepoot. “Be sure you share the secret of Babs’ rugage when you return back to the Cosmos House,” Janet tweaks. “And BB will teach you the pleasures of eating soap.” Beka and Elle squint eyes on this one. They wisely do not ask why Janet still wears the same vulgar string crochet Spiderweb Bikini she wears on the wall. “Prostrate yourselves,” Janet commands. “Elbows and knees, legs spread wide apart, but slide your forearms forward, hands together, and rest your head on your hands!” Beka and Elle comply awkwardly. “Lift that bohunkus and naka-nake up in the air,” Janet clarifies. “It shall please you to fixate on Penny and Coco’s humiliations… and consider them for yourselves.” Beka and Elle admire Penny and Coco together. In the low-hanging, framed Pictures the two former Cosmos also pose on hands and knees. Here at the Corvette House, the Baseboard Strippers dangle boobs and present their asses to the camera, pull their butt cheeks apart so that their rosaries are full up and their sex organs gape. The pictures are so sharp that both Cosmos observe freckles on Penny’s inner lips and a little ball of flesh just next to the entrance to Coco’s colon. “Penny’s freckle and Coco’s keloid,” Janet details. “Might you meet them some time, be sure to beg them to show you the real deal.” Beka and Elle study the two faces before them. The shots, taken at the very end of last Term just prior to Penny and Coco’s streak to the Nugget, catch the two now-Strippers at their moment of their defeat and dejection. Elle sees a flush in their cheeks and a plaintive look as their eyes, as they look back from in between their spread legs. “Poot and coot, except that’s you two next Term. What shall we call you? Boneroo and Nookie?” Janet nods her head approvingly. “Say put. And no talking!” Elle can sense Beka trying to get her attention, but she provides stoic attention upon the sphincters and opened vaginas in the photos before her. Beka wants to tell Elle that now, down on all fours, her shirt hangs away from her body so that her boobies are totally visible inside her armholes. Then Beka wants to tell Elle that she can feel that her miniskirt rises up, and given her current booty-up position her own sphincter, which points straight up, slowly inches into clear view. {My brown star, my bronzo, my borehole. Yikes.} Elle possesses no illusions about escape, but she remains in denial about the extent of her own exposures. {Yes, my halter hangs away from my noogies, so the entire front of my torso is exposed. But Jan