In the Belville mansion, the Mexican maid Clara was on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. Clara knew she couldn't miss a single spot. Mrs. Belville was always threatening to fire Clara for the least little thing, and she and her wife Lupe needed this job to support Lupe's budding acting career until gigs became more regular.
The door clicked open, heralding Donna Belville's arrival. As usual, she was elegantly put together, not a single hair out of place. She looked quite good for a woman in her forties, aside from her domineering expression. In her hand was an antique-looking jar. "Stop for a second, Lopez. I need you to do something."
Clara leaped to her feet at the sound of her last name. "What is it, Mrs. Belville?"
Mrs. Belville unscrewed the lid of the jar. A scent both pungent and sweet wafted through the kitchen. "I bought this in a... specialty store, Lopez. It's a permanent hair removal cream. I want you to rub it on every part of your body aside from your scalp and your eyebrows. I've had enough of your poor grooming."
Clara blinked. "But... but I shave for you."
"Your legs, yes," said Mrs. Belville. "I notice that you haven't been shaving your arms, however. Your face either."
"My face?!" Clara repeated. "There's hardly any hair on it!"
"Don't argue with me, Lopez!" Mrs. Belville spat. "Your upper lip has a few hairs you never do anything about, and don't get me fucking started on your sideburns! I'm also pretty sure you only shave your armpits every three or four days."
"You actually look up mt sleeves?!" Clara gasped.
"If I can see up them, so can any houseguests I might have over," said Mrs. Belville. "Now get your fucking clothes off and start rubbing in the cream I bought you!"
Clara awkwardly stripped down to her underwear. Her caramel-colored legs were perfectly shaved, but her arms had a layer of downy black hairs growing on them. As Mrs. Belville had said, the Mexican girl's armpits were covered in the dark stubble of hair that had last been shaved half a week ago. A curly treasure trail climbed out of her panties and up to her belly button.
"Don't stop there!" Mrs. Belville sneered. "Finish undressing! I want it ALL gone, including that fucking birdnest you call a bush!"
Clara nodded and pulled off her bra and panties. Her nipples had a few lonely hairs, but the real star of her body hair was her dark, thick cavewoman bush that spilled across her pussy and thighs in shaggy curls.
Mrs. Belville handed Clara the jar. "Now smear this over everything that grows hair, scalp and eyebrows obviously excepted."
Clara hesitated. She liked to keep herself natural, and Lupe REALLY loved her wife's hairy body. Clara wasn't sure she wanted to sacrifice something that brought her and her wife so much pleasure. She felt beautiful with her body hair, and she was sure Lupe couldn't imagine eating her out without a puff of bushy hair spilling around her face. On the other hand, Donna Belville would almost certainly fire Clara if she didn't do as she was told and use the cream. Was this really worth losing her steady job? Clara protectively stroked her luxuriant pubes as she decided.