The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 8, Babs Dresses Steph: Robyn Cams Her Titter & Upskirt, also Tiffany , Day 1, Section 4, Robyn Cams Steph: Library Armhole Titter & Upskirt ¶ And then Robyn appears. She has walked from the Cosmos House carrying the Back Door Cam, and now, once arrived, lets it loose to hover about. The haughty one lays it out. “Boss Bitch sent me over to cam your vagflash and titter. And to make sure your button shows out. Document your compliance. Smile for the Cam, lean forward so your smurfs are in full view, and keep your legs apart so your thighs aren’t touching.” Robyn laughs. ¶ Steph seethes but holds her legs-apart position. Mission accomplished, Robyn let the Cam roll on its own. “Listen to me, you sulfurous skeeze skank. You might have a cutout buttonhole, but I’ve got the smallest buttonhole. And I’m gonna make sure you beg button-for-life.” ¶ ¶ “Button-for-life? Says who?” Steph challenges. ¶ “It is a beg you’re gonna make,” Robyn strengthens her affirmation. ¶ “Fat chance,” Steph dismisses. “I’m going to Opt Monitor next Term. Maybe even Double Opt up to MomCap. Like I deserve. When the time comes for me to grab another Garment, BB won’t be able to stop me. You can’t stop me either. You’re a nobody. So watch out, Robyn Redacted, because if you redact again, I shall be your Monitor next Term! And you’ll be following my Hand Signs.” ¶ ¶ “I’m a nobody who can never remember the Hand Signs!” Robyn asserts. “Thank goodness none of them apply to moi!” Robyn snorts. “Somebody told me to make this Sign to you and for you to obey.” Robyn extends a hand and opens two fingers apart and signs Steph to open her legs. Not spread and full wide, but halfway there, enough to eliminate shadows. ¶ Steph, uncertain of the authority of the order but cognoscente that the Cam witnesses her every move, chooses to interpret the Hand Sign as “legs open,” not just legs apart, not spread just as wide as possible. {Midway.} Steph bites her lip and complies. ¶ And what a magnificent, expanded view! ¶ Steph’s cutout minidress is sufficently short that even Steph can see for herself that her exposed and open crotch has parted just enough so that her scruff begins to divide itself into two halves, one to each side of an emerging slit no longer hidden beneath the short hairs or shadowed by thighs. Steph constructs her vagina. {I’m almost modest. Correction: I’m not modest at all. I can’t let this happen.} ¶ Steph struggles to keep the pose. She looks again and can see the depressions, the concave dimples where the sides of her crotch connect to her angled-out legs. Once again Robyn directs the Cam. {But it is not Robyn ragazze who ensures I keep my legs apart. And it is not even Boss Babe. It’s Janet. Janet’s the one.} ¶ “You’re letting everyone see your cheap assets,” Robyn proclaims. “I am a Royal Princess, and my reliquary stays covered.” Robyn rolls her hand. “My rigamarole too. And mark my words, you’re gonna beg to ‘Pledge naked and cum be a Stripper next Term.’” ¶ Ouch! Not what Steph wants to hear. {Robyn appears to have forgotten she was my Pledge last Term.} Steph tightens the muscles inside her thighs and cups the dimples deeper. ¶ Robyn wrinkles her nose. “I’m heading back the Cosmos House. See if you can make sure your swizzle stick pops out of your stinky socket box,” she cackles. “Count 1000 seconds, gather the Cam, and bring it back to the Cosmos House. Don’t forget: accuracy matters!” ¶ Robyn give a final look-see before she departs. “And never forget,” she mocks, “Navelage 24x7.”