The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 9, Babs & Tiffany & Robyn Sign Steph: Vagcam Excess, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 4, Tiffany Warns Steph: Don’t be a Better Stripper than Me ¶ Tiffany, returning from errands, observes Steph immediately upon entering from the Back Door into the Kitchen. They trade eyes. Steph evaluates Tiffany. {Still clad in her see-through front-button, longsleeve, transparent, clear vinyl croptop and low-rise, cameltoeing, tush-separating, skin-tight stretch sacks.} Tiffany concludes, {Steph continues to wear today’s high-collared big cuout minidress. And what is the delta?} ¶ Tiffany knows. {Steph sits spread surrender on chair in the middle of the Kitchen. Upskirt sanpan vagcam.} Steph returns her eyes to her visage on the Screen and pretends to be oblivious to Tiffany’s arrival. The Cam doesn’t take its eye off of her, and looks up her pantyless spread legs from the front. ¶ “Oh!” Tiffany exclaims. “What are you up to?” ¶ “I’m looking at my snickerdoodle on the Screen,” Steph flips, knowing that now is not the time to test limits, even with fellow Pledge. ¶ Tiffany observes that the Back Door Cam, let inside by Robyn and normalized to Steph’s body, fails to turn its attention to her, so she walks across the Kitchen, positions herself behind the fallen Monitor, and verifies via the Screen that the Cam now includes her in its vision. {Better.} ¶ Steph watches herself again and can see that her stamen has wormed even further into the open. Two lines now descend from this bulb, augment her center slit, and define her inner lips. Steph catches herself. {I must not let my smoo come apart any more. And I must not get wet.} ¶ Tiffany doesn’t miss Steph’s revelations. “Oooh, you have potential after all. You got your strophoid and inner lips out. I’ll help you slippery your slot. And I’ll show you how to use your sex sauce to lubricate your short hairs so you can shave them all off. I’ll make a Stripper out of you.” ¶ Steph decides the best policy is to sit still. ¶ Tiffany draws her hands around both sides of Steph’s body and tidies her minidress. Steph’s minidress might have a high collar and armholes too small to titter, but it does have a large buttonhole that Tiffany explores with her fingers. Steph squirms like she’s ticklish. She considers moving her hands from behind her head but reconsiders and holds position, also keeping her knees wide and allowing her minidress to continue to upskirt her short blondies. ¶ Tiffany lifts her hands upward and cups Steph’s breasts through the tight minidress. Steph whimpers, and Tiffany whispers into her ear, but loud enough so the Cam hears, “And just because my fans love my titter in see-through doesn’t mean your fans won’t love you too. Don’t worry; your makeup makes you look tremendous, and I’ll make a Stripper outta you before you know it. See me next time you’ve got your scones loose, and I’ll lipstick your nipples.” ¶ Steph blinks, and the Cam resigns itself to gathering the headlights that Tiffany popped up. ¶ Tiffany wiggles around to Steph’s side, making sure she remains in Cam view. She gathers the sides of her own slacks in her thumbs, pushes them down all the way below her crotch, and exposes all her thinnish red thatch. She looks at Steph look at her in the Screen, smiles, opens her trap door, and reveals a burgundy-color vagina within. ¶ “I’m not to be upstaged,” Tiffany warns. “Although you shouldn’t think I have a monopoly on making pink shots.” ¶ Tiffany draws her slacks up and steps behind Steph, leans over the back of Steph’s chair, and rubs her Eraser Heads (through the clear vinyl of the croptop) against the back of Steph’s head. “Be nice to me and I’ll let you lick the tattoo around my tailpipe,” Tiffany preens. ¶ A flummoxed Steph tries to articulate, “Tiffany Transparent, you are a Cosmos begging to Pledge naked and cum be a Stripper next Term.” ¶ “I am a Porn Star,” Tiffany affirms, then pushes harder, “and you’re a Wannabe Stripper.” ¶ Steph challenges, “You’re a Wannabe Whore!” ¶ Tiffany gives Steph a peck kiss on the top of her head. “When you get tired of sitting in the chair, move and make yourself comfortable in the corner. Just make sure you keep your legs spread and your eyes on the Screen. You won’t be able to hold your arms up indefinitely, so relax with them at the side. Just be sure not to use them to block the view. This could be a long day.” ¶ Tiffany has been unbuttoning her clear vinyl croptop while she speaks, and now she leans deeper into the Cam shot and flashes unfettered Eraser Heads to the Cam. Photons direct. She spins, cracks deeper tail trough using both thumbs, and heads upstairs.