"Oh, Lupe?" Valerie's voice rang out.
Lupe's head snapped up from her bag. Hastily shutting it, she swerved to face Valerie. Valerie Harris was a statuesque African-American woman in her late thirties with an authoritative expression who wore her coily hair in a short, tidy afro. Lupe tried not to look at Ms. Harris's massive breasts which was much easier said than done. "Yeah?" Lupe asked, trying to act like she hadn't just been nearly caught staring at her magic brush.
Valerie grinned impishly at the Mexican girl. "I just thought I might come along and watch your body hair get applied. That is alright, isn't it?" The question was more pointed than considerate.
Lupe bit her lip. She'd suspected that she'd gotten the lead role partially because Valerie had a crush on her. She'd hoped she was wrong, but it looked like Valerie was finally making her move. Lupe had to admit that Valerie was pretty damn hot, but she had Clara to think about. Could she really just cheat like that? Even for her career. Lupe's success would certainly help Clara, who hated her maid job at Belville Mansion with the passion of a thousand suns.
And then there was the brush to consider. Was it wise to reveal the existence of magic to Valerie Harris? Would Meadow approve? What about this Circe person she'd bought the brush from? She had to admit, she was getting really aroused by the thought of having an admiring audience as thick dark hair magically sprouted all over her body, but... No, this was wrong on so many levels.
Lupe swallowed nervously. "Ms. Harris..."
"Please," Valerie laughed, "call me Val."
Lupe nodded. "Val... I don't know. I have a wife. It just seems really... inappropriate."
Valerie laughed again. "Inappropriate? I just want to watch you apply your hair makeup. Yeah, you'll be naked, but we don't have to DO anything." The look in Valerie's eyes clearly said "yet."