The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 5, Babs & Tiffany: Dining Room, Backyard Scratch, Bath, Day 1, Section 1, Babs Indulges Tiffany: Observe Penny & Coco’s Pictures ¶ Morning has come on Day Two, and Babs discovers Tiffany downstairs in the Dining Room admiring the four Dining Room Pictures. Babs blushes. ¶ Tiffany deflects BB’s attention downward, asking, “So who are the two horizontal pinkers lying naked on the baseboard?” ¶ Babs goes along with the question. “That would appear to be Penny and Coco, the Baseboard Strippers, currently dancing the Nugget.” ¶ “Where they may blossom their flowers,” Tiffany compliments, pointing with a foot that is bare below her shrouded calf. “I like how they both make secretions!” ¶ Babs looks more carefully. {Somehow I overlooked that.} ¶ “Perhaps you had a hand in contributing to their promotion?” Tiffany perks. ¶ Babs blinks. Boss Babe carefully takes charge. “I assisted in their Option fulfillment.” ¶ Tiffany volunteers, “Ma’am, I’ll strip naked, part my twat, secrete tang for you, and be your Baseboard Stripper next Term!” Tiffany cheerleads, “You can visit the Nugget with me and watch me dance naked. You’ll see my Eraser Heads li.ght up in blacklight.” ¶ Babs fails to be convinced. “You hardly need to revisit the Nugget.” ¶ Tiffany expands vision. “You could also watch Penny and Coco, and see one of them part her poontang and the other open her clam.” Tiffany gallops, “I mean, if you were to add a Garment and Opt MomCap, wouldn’t you be running the joint? If not the Nugget, another like it?” ¶ “I don’t think I’m ready for that,” Babs carefully answers. ¶ Tiffany ploughs forward, “Which is the one with the keloid near her asshole?” ¶ Tiffany points. Once again BB must orient herself to a detail to which she has been oblivious. She tracks her eyes from the anus to the face and eyes connected to it. “That would be Coco,” she states simply. “She kept that hidden all last Term; maybe it embarrasses her.” ¶ Tiffany twists her shoulders as she turns her bare belly toward Babs. “Betcha were I to put the tip of my tongue on it she’d cream immediately… even if she resisted it.” ¶ Babs envisions this. “She’d probably need to be strapped down.” ¶ “I know her type,” Tiffany asserts, “and then it won’t take but a tongue-wiggle to take her up to full steam and let her sing out full throttle for a while.” ¶ “Too bad Strippers aren’t allowed to play contact sports,” Babs narrows to Tiffany. “Or play with you either.” ¶ “I know all about Stripping,” Tiffany assures Babs. “I Stripped the Term before I made Whore. I stayed wet all the time.” Tiffany draws calm. “Ma’am, you can try to order me to not stain my slacks, but parts of my body run on autopilot.” ¶ “Perhaps you need a collection device,” BB suggests. “Less obvious.” ¶ “Ma’am, I’ll take my pants off and transude tapioca,” Tiffany offers. And clarifies, “Anytime, anywhere, any situation!”