Just as Meadow raised the brush towards Sierra's bald pussy, she heard a loud banging on her door punctuated by the ringing of her doorbell. Meadow replaced her towel and went to see who it was. No sooner had Meadow turned the doorknob than a tall, severe-looking woman in her late 40s barged into the apartment. She was dressed in a prim, conservative pantsuit and her hair, red as Sierra's, was expertly coiffed. Sierra flinched when she saw this woman.
"There you are!" the woman growled. "Miss Salazar told me I might find you here!"
"Mom!" Sierra shrieked.
Mrs. Belville sneered. "I knew you'd sunk low, but I wasn't prepared for THIS!!" She gestured around the room, especially at the naked forms of Meadow and Krystal. "An orgy! AN HONEST-TO-CHRIST ORGY!!! Do you care NOTHING for our family's reputation, Sierra Abigail Belville?! What do you think people would say if word got around that you, a Belville, were seen at a lesbian sex party with these filthy, unhygienic, disease-ridden perverts?!"
"Who ya fuckin' callin' a pervert, Bitch Queen?!" Krystal snarled.
Mrs. Belville recoiled from the punk girl's mountain of coarse, wiry pussy hair. "Euggh, how can you tolerate having that goddamn dead rat on your private parts?!" She turned back to her trembling daughter. "Think, Sierra, THINK!!! You are letting lice-infested, flea-bitten deviants touch your body! It'd serve you right if you got herpes or something. You don't see your sister Blair partying with degenerates or growing repulsive hairs on her legs, do you?"
"Only because Blair's afraid to stand up to you," Sierra muttered bitterly.
"You should be to!" roared Mrs. Belville. "I have a good mind to go to the police and tell them that these nasty little whores kidnapped you! They'd believe me, you know! The police chief golfs with your father." Sierra was on the verge of tears.
Meadow raised a pleading hand as she stepped forward. "Mrs. Belville, please..."
Mrs. Belville rounded on Meadow. "Don't you DARE strike me with that, you wild bitch! Give me that!" Mrs. Belville suddenly lunged for Meadow's brush and tried to tear it out of her hand. Mrs. Belville was a tall, fit woman, and she easily overpowered the willowy hippie. She held the brush triumphantly over her head. "I just might show this to Chief Walters as evidence!!" she shouted. With that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her hard enough to make the room shake.
Sierra stared forlornly at the door. The brush was... gone. Taken to the house she would never be welcome at again. And with it went her one chance to restore her body hair. She would be bare forever, her smooth babylike skin eternally devoid of the beautiful hairs she had treasured. Sierra ran a hand over her hairless leg, trying to come to grips with this horrible new reality. Tears streamed down her cheeks at this cosmic injustice.
"Jesus Christ!" scoffed Krystal. "What a motherfucking ASSHOLE!!"
Meadow placed a comforting hand on Sierra's shoulder. "Sierra, I'm sorry. I wish..."
Sierra sniffled. "If we'd only gotten to restore a single hair! Even one would have been more than I could have ever hoped for. I was so CLOSE!! And my mom took it all away! She stole my body hair twice!" She shed a few more tears for her lost hairs, for the second chance she'd lost.
Krystal scoffed. "Blah, blah, blah! Are we just gonna fucking sit around moaning about how shitty things are? Or are we gonna take fucking action like badasses?!"
A new sense of determination filled Meadow's heart. Krystal was right. They WOULD get the brush back!