The commune was far back in the mountains, high up, a hard grinding climb by car and the sun was just settling over the mountains, casting long shadows over the hippy commune as they pulled into it. It had been a long hard drive and Beth was tired and-hot. She wiped her face and looked about her. There were several lean-to's and tree huts and, set off by itself, one big lodge-type house, built out of rough-hewn timber and spare parts.
Beth was appalled by the dirt and carelessness of the place. She looked questioningly at Lonny, her elegant aristocratic profile covered with a slight film of perspiration. Lonny nodded. "It's okay, it's cool." That cold grin came on his face as he got out of the camper. "Just wait here until I give you the word."
He closed the door and strolled casually down to meet the three men coming to meet Lonny. They looked ludicrous and hairy to Beth, dressed in bizarre pants and vests, wearing little if anything else. A sleazy thrill ran through her body, making her think thoughts that were impolite to say the least. They were downright obscene. Her cool well-bred beauty broke into a lewd smile as she saw the men stop and look at her with one of them breaking into a big grin and waving his hat.
Then they all turned and looked at her sitting in the bus and she felt her face flush as she brazenly returned their gaze. They all talked, seeming to argue, never taking their gaze from her face and figure in the camper window.
Lonny finally raised his hands in protest and pointed at the camper. He walked over and got in, closing the door. He looked at Beth for a moment before smiling and saying, "You aren't going to believe this."
"What?" Beth asked, watching the hippies talking among themselves while they looked at her and laughed and nudged one another.
"I told them what I wanted to do and they went me one better. They want a good look-see before they commit themselves any more, but, right now, I can get a whole kilo of grass if you just get out of the cab and let them see what kind of body you got."
"You did it. You sold me?" Beth asked, her face a blank, her eyes wet and melting.
Lonny looked at her and nodded. "Yeah. They like group-sex and all that crap. I told them about you and got the price up to a kilo. A kilo is a lot of grass, Beth."
Beth nodded. Without changing her express sign, she stepped out of the cab, dressed as Lonny had told her to be: cowgirl boats, bikini panties and a blouse. Only that and nothing more. Lonny had ordered her to pull the panties up tight into the crevice between her buttocks so that her full rounded ass cheeks showed.
She stepped from the cabin and put her hands on her hips and slowly turned around. She fought back the urge to slowly strip naked, to stand naked before them and feel the wild erotic thrill slave girls must have felt in ancient Rome when their bodies were exhibited and bought by the highest bidder.
Here she was, daunting her body, jutting her lovely hips provocatively while the three hippies all grinned and laughed. "Far out!" one of the called to her.
"Get in," Lonny called. Beth did as he commanded and sat next to him, silent, looking ahead. "I just want to see the grass before anything starts." He got out of the cab and walked back to the hippies. Beth sat, thinking: I don't have to do this. I didn't have to come here. I'm doing this because I let Lonny dominate me.
A thrill ran through her body. It was true. Bill, Bill had done it. If only Bill had understood, had been able to help her. Now, nothing could help her. She had to sink down into her own personal hell; she had to experience every humiliation and degradation and every depraved thrill before she could ever feel anything else. She had to answer the driving urges in her own body. She had to make Bill sorry he had ever denied her body. The body, the flesh, was all that mattered; desire was everything.
And it was being done. Lonny was being handed what looked like a brick wrapped in cellophane, and she was trading her body for an evening, for a kilo of marijuana; rather, Lonny was doing the trading and benefiting and Beth was feeling the masochistic excitement and thrill.
They all came back to the camper with Lonny going to the back to lock the grass up and then three hippies crowding around Beth, looking at her in the cab, their faces bearded and their hair long. One looked at her brazenly and said, "Far out. You're really going to take us all on at once?"
Beth nodded and the men laughed. "Man, it's her trip," another said.
They invited her out of the cab and she stepped down, her face almost blank, really composed.
Almost by signal, hippies, men and women, mostly men, appeared from everywhere and crowded around Beth and the three hippies made their way toward the lodge-type house. After locking the camper; Lonny followed them along, grinning cynically. It was best he didn't tell Beth what he had sold her for. He snorted. Hell, they had enough girls who would do anything a man wanted; anything at all except for one thing. And it had been for that one thing that Lonny had sold Beth. One kilo of their best grass for one performance between Beth and a German shepherd they called Orion. Lonny smirked. The hot little bitch would do it once she got started and it would be something to see.
In the lodge, they were all smoking grass and giving it to Beth while she looked at their faces and wondered what all they would do to her. Already her cunt was tingling and wet with desire as she speculated on what they might ask her to do. She accepted the offered marijuana "joints" eagerly, sucking in the sweet heavy smoke that clouded her mind and made time seem to stand still. She looked around leer, thinking how incongruous she must look. Surrounded as she was by hippies in wild attire while she herself looked like a visiting debutante.
Rock music blared from speakers hung around the big room and you had to shout at someone in order to be heard and they were shouting at Beth as they made a circle around her. She was standing next to an old chaise lounge they had gotten at some junk store or Salvation Army store. A great dog, led on a lease, strained between the hippies who laughed and stood aside as he came straining on his rope halter, his massive neck muscles bulging. He was the biggest German Shepherd police dog Beth had ever seen. With his head lowered, he came forward and stuck his wet nose hard up between her legs, sniffing and nuzzling hard, burrowing in against the flimsy material of her panties.
Beth jumped and tried to push the massive head away as she backed against the couch. The two hippies holding hard on the leash and only gradually inching the beast back. Orion was his name. The head hippy, a great shaggy man known as "Scorpio," gave the great dog his name and was the only one who could command him. Now he was yelling at the dog above the sound of the music and grinning at Beth. He made motions that she should take her clothes off and lie down on the chaise lounge.
Beth did as she was bid. It was what she wanted, after all. She wondered if strip teasers felt the way she did, wanton and excited? She wondered if they got the lewd thrill she did when they exhibited their bodies naked and inviting before strange men? Forbidden fruit, the element of chance, the flirting with the unknown, the sexual excitement rising to a fever-pitch where Beth could do anything asked of her and throb with passion and the desire to degrade herself before other people. Especially young boys!
She took her blouse off slowly, exposing her shoulders one at a time, grinning at the hippies who looked back at her with such glazed, dazed eyes. They crowded closer around her and the dog bared its teeth in a growl and strained on the leash. Despite her drug induced euphoria, despite her marijuana "high", Beth was frightened of the dog and tried to dismiss a growing fear: hippies were strange people and were capable of doing strange things.
She turned her drug-drenched attention back to her body, leaving her fears half thought, feeling the excitement and thrill pulsating up between her thighs as she dropped the front of her blouse and exposed her breasts. She looked proudly at their amazed and greedy faces staring at her twin breasts so round and firm and riding so high with their nipples bursting tight and pointed with excitement.