A Chain

Her nipples still hurt, even through the pleasant endorphin haze. The weight on them—and just the fact that she could feel something cold and hard going through her flesh—was disconcerting. It reminded her of when she had first gotten her ears pierced, years ago...but this was a much more intimate area. Lois shivered a little to think that she had actually gone through with it.

Gathering her courage, Lois opened her eyes.

The reporter stared down at her girls. Graceful teardrops, barely palmfuls, but well-shaped, nipples still high, just a hint of sag. The soft pink nipples looked a little more prominent, but they always did when erect...and they were erect now, slightly splotched with fresh blood. Her new additions consisted of small metal barbels, much like Maria's own...except hanging in between them, across the valley of her tits, was a single silver chain of small, fine links.

"You'll want to avoid any sexual contact with that area until it heals," Maria's voice came from far away, Lois thought, still staring at her breasts. "And give it a sea-salt wash twice a day, keep the area clean and dry. They'll be a little sensitive...you might have to go without a bra for a couple of days."

The chain was real silver, too, Lois could see. It had the slightly purplish patina to it, and there was a...jewel or bauble or something hanging from the middle, a few inches above her navel. The reporter had to stare hard at it for a few moments, unsure of exactly what it was, and then it resolved itself as a kind of oval amulet, impressed on one side with a folded bud like a flower or vulva.

"Maria..." the reporter broke in. "Where did you get this?"

"You like it?" Maria's voice betrayed her excitement. "Vintage flapper gear, from the 1920s...I found it in a box, along with a bunch of dresses and old newspaper cuttings and things. There's a...another part of it. But I didn't know if you'd want that."

Lois finally dragged her eyes away from her pierced breasts to meet Maria's gaze. "Other part?"

Sheepishly, Maria held up one gloved hand, a length of nearly identical chain hanging from it, ending in a small silver ring. The reporter blinked.

"Where...does that go?"

"Well...it hooks onto the amulet, and the ring goes through your clitoral hood." Maria drew an imaginary line down from her belly button to her crotch to illustrate. "Like, super daring for the 1920s! I can only imagine what it would look like on you."

Lois watched the ring twirl on the end of the length of chain in Maria's hand...it was almost hypnotic the way the beautifully aged metal spun one way and then the other...and there was something so thrilling about the feel of the chain pulling at her nipples. With the right shirt, no one would ever see them, but the reporter would know they were there.

Maria sat on her heels above the recumbent reporter, chain dangling from one gloved hand, and suddenly Lois knew that the young woman was waiting for a response...eyes suddenly worried at her hesitation, taking on a puppy-dog look...and Lois knew she couldn't hurt Maria's feelings.