Her Pussy Is Sealed By Piercings And Her Clitoral Hood Is Pierced

The pants came off. Alexa's pussy was freshly shaved, and Lois could smell some citrusy aftershave or perfume applied. The inner lips protruded from the outer labia, and were pierced through with a half-dozen thick-gauge metal rings that looked like they could be real gold...yet what stood out to Lois was the little torc or ring that ran through the clitoral hood and framed the pink nub of the clit itself. This too looked like it was made of gold...and stylized as a two-headed serpent, with tiny ruby chips for eyes.

Lois barely noticed that the naked woman on the bench in front of her reached up and pulled the wig from her head, to reveal a shiny bald pate.

"I quite like piercings, as you can see. They're a way to show...ownership of your body. Don't you agree, Lois?"

The reporter nodded dumbly. Something about those snakes drew her attention and held them.

"Look closer," Alexa urged, and there was a nagging familiarity as the voice dropped down a register for a moment. It made the reporter's own pierced and stiff nipples ache. "They're all custom-made. Solid gold. My pussy is worth it..."

"But doesn't that make it hard to...pee?" Lois finished, somewhat lamely, as she leaned forward on the bench. This close, she could smell the perfume more clearly...it seemed to fill her head, and beneath that the warm, familiar musk of a woman. The reporter's face hovered only inches from the puss, and the red eyes of the serpents almost seemed to glow.

"And fuck. If I did fuck men. But despite being a woman now, I've always been sexually attracted to women. What do you think, Lois?"

Something was wrong, but the reporter found herself panting, drinking in that scent. She could feel the saliva build up in her mouth, the heat between her legs as she pressed her crotch into the bench. The words of Alexa... "woman now" ...something was off about that.

It wasn't until Lois was barely an inch away from the pussy, her eyes locked on the golden serpents with the red eyes that almost seemed to glow, to cast strange shadows on that juicy clit, that the final piece clicked into place.

They weren't rubies. They were red kryptonite.