Before anyone could answer, the bedroom door swung open, revealing an immaculately groomed middle-aged couple dressed in expensive, dressy business attire. "Lacy," said the man, obviously Lacy's dad, called out, "we're hom... WHAT THE HOLY FUCK?!!!"
Senator Jeremy Cunningham gawked at the outrageous sight before him. His precious, beautiful daughter was naked with five other girls! Worse, in the few days he hand his wife were gone, Lacy had somehow managed to grow out two massive forests of thick, grotesque armpit hair! Senator Cunningham continued to stare at the room full of naked cheerleaders. The rest (aside from Monique) were even hairier than Lacy. Sita and Blair in particular looked downright anatomically impossible.
Senator Cunningham turned to his wife Susan. "Well, dear," he said sternly, "what do you make of this... this spectacle?!"
Mrs. Cunningham gave Lacy a glare that looked like it could turn her to stone. "I think that someone thinks she's a wild animal rather than a Cunningham."
"Exactly!" snarled Senator Cunningham. He grabbed Lacy by her shoulders. "What the hell were you thinking, Lacy Cunningham?! What if word got out to the press that you were in a goddamn orgy while your mom and I were out of town?! The damn press would say I don't know how to run my own family, let alone the country! Think, Lacy, think! I'm aiming to run for president in a couple of years, and I don't need a gaggle of moronic teenage girls shooting my campaign in the goddamn foot!"
"Holy shit, man!" Mia snapped. "She's your daughter, not your slave!"
"You stay out of this, you hairy little slut!" Senator Cunningham spat. "Speaking of hair, what in God's name are those?!" He pointed at is daughter's gloriously hairy pits.
"Something I freaking love and you can't fucking take away from me!" Lacy shouted, stamping her foot.
The veins in Senator Cunningham's eyes bulged. "You will NOT curse at me, young lady! Look, I have no clue how on God's green earth you grew those things in a couple of days, but you are NOT ever leaving this house like this. Since it would look really suspicious if you just vanished, the hair's coming off your armpits. Now, will you shave them, or shall your mother do it for you?"
Lacy crossed her arms. "I'm not touching a single strand of hair. Mom's welcome to try, but it won't work."
"Yeah, right," said Senator Cunningham, turning to leave. "Over to you, Susan."
The door clicked shut, and Susan Cunningham found herself alone with the six naked, hairy girls. Her eyes darted from Lacy's furry pits to Jessica's fuzzy pussy and nipples to Monique's comparative hairlessness to Blair's mane to Sita's animalistic arm fur to Mia's... everything. "Well, well, well!" she said. "I guess it's just you girls and me now."