Hair Remover

I jumped up and grabbed a t-shirt, wiping the area desperately, but it was too late. My whole pussy tingled and burned slightly, and it was completely smooth and hairless. Chrissie had just effectively shaved me while I was out.

That fucking bitch.

I quickly showered. After pulling on a t-shirt and a new pair of panties, I stomped my way into the kitchen. Chrissie was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. She had an unbearable smirk on her face.

I glared at her at pointed at my pussy. "Mmmppphhh!" I said.

Chrissie nodded. "Yes, I did. A good slut should have a nice smooth va-jay-jay, wouldn't you say?"

"Mmmppphhh!" I said.

"Such language!" said Chrissie. "Really, Erica, you should be ashamed of yourself."

I had plenty more to say, and I would have said it, too, but Tonya walked into the kitchen right then. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt over stretch jogging pants, and I had a feeling I knew why.

Chrissie said, "Tonya...pull up your t-shirt."

Tonya blushed and said, "No. I'm fat. It must be all those sandwiches I ate."

"Don't argue with me, Tonya," said Chrissie. "Just pull up your shirt."