Lupe gulped and decided to roll with it. Valerie wasn't asking a whole lot of her, and she really couldn't afford to antagonize the woman who could change her and Clara's entire lives for the better. "Okay... Val. You can watch." Lupe tried to emphasize the word "watch" as much as she could without sounding like she was ordering her director around. "But don't bring any makeup artists. I think I can do a muy bueno job myself."
Valerie smiled slightly. "This I gotta see."
Lupe smiled back. "Believe me, Val, it'll be like nothing you've seen before."
They headed to Lupe's dressing room. Lupe locked the door behind them. Valerie giggled. "Our time together's a secret, is it?" laughed the queenly black woman.
"You could say that," said Lupe. "I have a special technique for applying my hair that I'm trying to keep under wraps."
"Trade secret, huh?" said Valerie. "Well, you can be sure it's safe with me, Lupe. I'm USUALLY a professional." She tittered lasciviously at her innuendo.
Lupe got undressed, keenly aware of Valerie's eyes glued to her increasingly naked body. Once she was fully nude, Lupe reached into her bag and took out the brush. "You see this br— Hey, my eyes are up here, cachonda!"
Valerie flinched and yanked here eyes up from Lupe's perky tits. "Oh, sorry! Got a bit distracted there, honey. Go on."
Lupe rolled her eyes. "You see this brush?"
Valerie nodded "Uh-huh."
Lupe grinned. "Watch what it does. This is my first time doing this, but mi amiga Meadow made it sound pretty simple." Lupe reached down to her pussy and brushed over the bare areas on either side of her narrow landing strip. She sighed blissfully as the brushed skin began to tickle pleasurably. Soon hundreds of little bumps covered the bald skin, and a little dark hair poked its way out of each bump. As the hairs grew longer, Lupe felt the urge to masturbate but she resisted. Not in front of Valerie. Soon Lupe's entire pussy was covered in hair the same length and thickness as the landing strip.
"HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!!!" screamed Valerie. "What the hell did you just DO, Lupe?!"
"I know this sounds muy loco," said Lupe, "but mi amiga Meadow Larkin went to some misterioso shop and bought this brush. And it... it's mágico! It grows hair wherever you brush. So I borrowed it to save time and discomfort with the hair prosthetics. What do you think."
"Don't stop, that's what I think!" Valerie cheered. "This is kickass!"
Lupe nodded and gave her toned inner thighs a brush each. Valerie watched in delight as a light blanket of half-inch hairs poked out of Lupe's inner thighs to frame her pussy. Lupe then turned her attention back to her bush. She vigorously hacked at it with the brush, growing her pubes into a glorious five-inch monster. The thick black hair practically stood out straight as if Lupe had stuck her finger in an electric socket.
Valerie whistled approvingly. "Now THAT'S a werewolf's bush!"
"Not quite," Lupe responded. The Mexican girl gave her lower belly a quick brush, coating it in a gentle fleece. She then lifted the brush just above her bellybutton. "How thick should my treasure trail be?" she asked.
"VERY thick," answered Valerie, running a hand through her afro. "I want it to almost look like honest-to-Christ fur."
Lupe gave Valerie a thumbs up and brushed down as hard as she could, from two inches above her navel all the way down to her wild explosion of curly pubes. She repeated the brushstroke three more times and then closed her eyes, savoring the nearly orgasmic sensation of the long, wide strip of black hair sprouting on her belly. Once the pleasing, ticklish tingle ceased, Lupe opened her eyes and smiled at the thick, dense, skin-concealing strip of two-inch hairs, two and a half inches wide and reaching from her bush to halfway between her boobs and bellybutton. "How's this?" asked the Latina.
"Perfect!" grinned Valerie, her hands worryingly close to the hem of her jeans. "We gotta share this baby with the other wolfgirls. I know Janet'll like this a fuck ton more than prosthetics. Keep goin', Lupe!"
Lupe lifted her left arm and brushed at her armpit. With each brushstroke, the pit blossomed with increasingly long and luxurious hair. Lupe stopped satisfied when the jungle-like hairs had grown to five inches, the same as her bush. She lifted her right arm and brushed on an identical cavewoman pit. The Mexican girl stuck out her arm, preparing to brush the forearm.
"Wait!" Valerie suddenly cried.
"What is it, Val?" asked Lupe.