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 B*tch 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 Wh*re. Boss B*tch 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 c*lored, 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 h*le 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 v*ginal crust. Steph curls her nose. This hairy, mud-humping, c*m-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 Wh*re. 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 again addresses Roommates Molly and Steph, “Your Drawing Class and Medical Exams were so successful that you two have been selected to entertain at a Bachelor Party!” Molly tilts her eyeballs toward BB, yet holds her position, indifferent to her own nakedness. Steph shuffles her bare feet, and a bead of sweat forms in one armpit. “Some poor Groom is about to get married,” BB pines. Molly listens more carefully than Steph to BB’s description of the destination and a possible route. It’s a hike. “No van today! Boss Babe sings. “You Cosmos must walk!” That’s no problem for Steph. Steph’s panties, under her minidress, have dried out since she acquired them yesterday, and although Steph remains forbidden to touch her thighs together, she does understand physics. Maybe my new panties can’t stop the upskirt, but no more vagflashing. No more free. Gamers can beg me to pullaside if they want a look. Steph twitches her nose. Tough luck, Gamers, now I’ve got two pieces. I shall Opt Up and be a Monitor again, just like I was last Term! Steph also assesses today’s looser minidress with its narrow shoulder straps. Control is power. This enables me to lean over and titter, but it does not compel me to do so. Unlike some of my earlier minidresses, where I couldn’t control titter or vagflash at all. Steph tests making a face in the Mirror while Babs looks in a different direction. It’s a good thing that Babs and the Gamers realize I need the power to titter or vagflash, or not. No more free camming my snatch when I sit down. Steph wonders how her naked and hairy Roommate is going to make it to their destination. She can see in the Mirror that Molly focuses on BB. Not my problem. “Any questions?” Babs invites. Steph thinks about what she might ask, but Molly rushes first, “I have to make a run for it? You’re gonna make me streak?” “You do have to make a run for it,” Babs affirms, addressing the question as if it has been a sentence. “But only you can commit to streak. I can’t make you.” Molly resists an urge to move her hands from behind her head and draw her legs together. I feel my mams flop. I can feel air between my opened thighs. Steph observes Molly in the Mirror and tightens her face down the middle and purses her lips. If Molly has to streak to get to this Bachelor Party, then who knows just what will be expected of her once we arrive? Steph’s panties might be dry underneath the miniskirt, but now, down inside her panties, her stamen erects amidst a field of thin blonde hair. And a spot in the panties becomes damp. “Move it! Now!” Boss Babe commands, and both Pledge scramble downstairs and sh*ot out the Back Door. Steph gathers her wits, pulls the Bell with confidence, swivels and follows the sidewalk around to the front of the House so she can stroll down the streets. And why not? I’m perfectly decent. I’m in control. Naked Molly hesitates as she steps down from the Back Landing and feels the concrete, grass, and dirt on her feet. She pulls the Bell but not loudly, just enough so the BB and the Cam can hear it, and roughs out her route.

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