Star Sapphire

Lois selected the Star Sapphire costume—which at least had a purple mask that covered half of her face. The corsets wasn't too much trouble, and they took turns to lace each other up; Lois' breasts were pushed up high on her chest, giving her instance cleavage, but left her pink nipples exposed. The Star Sapphire costume came with shoulder-length latex sleeves and hip-length leggings; Maria showed Lois how to use vaseline the better to slip in to the heavy gear, which wrapped tight around her limbs. As those strong hands worked the jelly into the reporter's arms and thighs, Lois noticed her take peeks at the soft black bush at her crotch.

"See something you like?" she joked.

Maria frowned. "Actually, there's a bit of a problem..."

The half-dressed barmaid turned to the dresser and came back with a shaving brush in a cup, safety razor, and a towel. Behind the mask, Lois' eyes grew wide.

"Club rules," the barmaid said, as she worked up a lather with the brush. "If they see a single hair down there, they'll pluck it out one at a time."

Lois sighed, and sat back down, her bare bottom on the chair, legs akimbo. Her pink slit glistened in the middle of the black thatch. Maria knelt before her, her pierced breasts rode high in the Wonder Woman bustier, and gave Lois an incredible look down the woman's cleavage. The image made Lois want to squirm, and she was glad that the cold white shaving cream helped to hide how wet she was getting.

The razor came down in slow, even strokes; Maria lifted often, to rinse the black pubic hairs out of the steel blade, then returned. The whole process couldn't have taken more than five minutes, yet for Lois it almost seemed an eternity...to sit in the chair, totally exposed before a veritable stranger, and let herself be...denuded. She had never been one for Brazilian waxes or similar treatments, and there was a sense of helplessness that almost amounted to invasion as the razor licked down her labia, and carefully skirted the hooded clit. Even a safety razor could cut, if it was raked across the soft flesh at the wrong angle...

Maria wiped the towel across Lois' bare pussy and admired the freshly shaven vulva. "Perfect," she said, and bent over to lay a kiss on either side of Lois slit before the embarrassed reporter could stop her.

"Now," Maria said, as she leaned back in her own chair, "do me."

It was Lois' turn to assume the position, but she had much less work to do. The pink-and-purple haired girl as clean-shaven except for a purple landing strip, a line of fur about half an inch wide that stopped just about her clitoris—which, Lois noted, was bigger than average—like an exclamation point. Carefully, the reporter laid on a lather, then gently brought the blade down...not to fast, not to hard...but in three short passes, the barmaid's pussy was was bald as Lois' own.

The two women stood up, and stepped into the crotchless latex panties; an oblong hole cut out where it would cover pussy and anus. Like the rest of the gear, it hugged Lois tightly—and the reporter noted how the tight-fitting panties made her vulva bulge out, fatter than before.

"Okay," Maria said, as she fixed her tiara in place and Lois slipped into the Star Sapphire's pink-and-white heels. "Let's go."