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Dennis walked in one morning and announced it was time for a road
trip.  He didn't say where to or how long we would be gone. You
just learned after a while not to ask questions.

It was Dennis, his "boys" (actually bodyguards/lackeys), their
girlfriends and I.  We just all threw our swimsuits and some
changes of clothes in old suitcases and jumped into a few cars
one afternoon.

We weren't on the road more than an hour before the reefer was
getting passed around, and we kept driving as day turned into
night.  Around 9'o clock the powered goodies came out to keep our
drivers awake and alert, and of course we all partook even if we
weren't driving.

It was well after midnight when Dennis dropped off the highway
and the other cars followed.  An hour or so later, we made a turn
onto a dirt road, and then turned on a ill kept path that led
through six separate sets of livestock gates about 10 minutes
apart.  (I remember I had to pee so bad I was begging Dennis to
stop - but he kept telling me we were almost there.)

Finally - we parked near an old ranch house miles from anywhere.
It was big and lit up inside and out - with lots of cars and
trucks parked everywhere. Dennis led us to the door and then in,
not even stopping to knock.  No one was surprised we were there
and no introductions were given.  We just became part of the
chain of people being passed joints, a loaded mirror and beers
and whiskey as we lounged on the beanbags all over the big living
room.

I counted 16 people. Seven of us were women - mostly very young
like myself - the men ranged from mid 20s to perhaps as old as
50.   When Dennis took me to see a "friend" the ratio of men to
girls was often line 6 to 1 so this was a great change of pace.
Things were pretty casual. No one was paranoid about the pot or
cocaine sitting on the table.  Dennis and the boys were as
relaxed as I ever saw them. We partied, chatted and listened to
music until about 5AM, and then he took my hand and led me to bed
just as the sun rose.  We went to sleep eventually.

Breakfast was served just before noon, and the smell of coffee,
eggs and bacon greeted us.  We ate and chatted with others,
sharing a few post breakfast lines and a joint to smooth out the
high.  I was feeling fine, but in the end I still had no idea
where the fuck we were or why we were there.  Dennis wouldn't
give a hint.

About 1PM, there was a mass boarding of the 4x4 trucks that had
been parked out front and we were on our way.

A set of high walked mountains were ahead, and we drove into a
high walled canyon.  There were 4 trucks and a jeep leading the
way.  Along the way somehow, we had gathered 5 more men - all
heavily armed.  It was a bit freaky, but Dennis wasn't panicked
so I wasn't either.

Another 1/2 hour down and we find ourselves in a deep canyon with
high walls on both sides. The land below us is dotted with trees
and thick with vegetation.  A slow moving creek winds through it
all. We pile out, form a line and head into the bush.

Within minutes we're looking at a huge pot field. No organized
rows like in the movies - this was just dense foliage of plants 5
to 8 feet high.  We all passed around sun screen and bug
repellent as a few men walked the line between the plants and
surrounding vegetation.  They explained they were disarming some
booby traps - shot gun shells with little trip lines - and that
we should be very careful to enter and exit the area through the
area we were in.  (Just by looking at them you could tell that
someone stumbling into this field on purpose or on accident
wouldn't be walking out on their own power.)

After a brief "how to" lesson on how to take the buds without
killing the plants production, they passed out a stack of burlap
bags and some shears and we all got to work.

At first it was fun, but after about ½ hour it could have been
corn we were picking.  Some of the buds were as big as my boob
(i.e. larger than your hand) and it didn't take long to kind of
get a contact high just from handling the cannabis.  We
established a rhythm to our work - it was like stocking shelves
at the supermarket - something I had done for years in my early
teens.

It wasn't all work.  Every few bails of weed we would stop and
pass around the canteen and a joint or a "bullet" vial full of
coke which was kept in a cooler so the flake wouldn't melt in the
heat.  Since it was hotter than hell we all started losing excess
clothing.

At first it was shirts only, but fairly early on one of the girls
took off her bra too. From there it was "on."  In a crowd of drug
dealer girlfriends, no one wanted to get shown up.  Pretty soon a
few others were down to their panties and sneakers and soon after
that the first panties dropped.

I was not an exhibitionist by nature and was happy to keep my
clothes on and sweat, but all the girls and a few of the men had
dropped their clothing quickly.  Dennis enjoyed showing me off,
and looked at me with that impatient look of expectation that
sealed my fate.  I took it off - all of it - and put my flip flop
shoes back on.

The men said nothing rude - no catcalls or whistling- and the
ones with the guns didn't even seem to notice - as seven young
nude girls went back to work along with 9 guys who were wearing
their tightie-whites or less.  We had been at it for maybe 20
minutes when it became obvious that our newly exposed skin was
frying and the sunscreen was passed around again. Applying it to
your body in all the places that a tank top and a pair of cutoffs
had been covering was an experience and I caught a few guys and
gals looking.

It says something about the lifestyle that we lived back then
that as a group we worked in that pot field the rest of the day
naked save for our shoes and sunscreen, and none of us were
self-conscious, embarrassed or paranoid.   We smoked some more
weed - passed around bottles of water and beer and then went back
to our jobs until the word came down that all the trucks were
full and we were done for the day.

(It would probably make a great story to say we all slipped off
into the weed plants and screwed, but no one wanted to accidently
set off a trap while fucking out in the weeds.)

We all dove back into the trucks and drove back to the house
naked, arriving back dirty and pouring sweat.  One of the girls
who obviously lived there led us all around back to a small above
ground swimming pool full of very cold water which we all jumped
in immediately.  It was pretty packed and skin to skin at first,
but some of the guys crawled out to raid the refrigerator and a
few of the girls quickly got out to lie in the sun.  I stayed in
for a while - more comfortable than most I guess in the cold
water and watched the various naked people lounge around in the
hot sun.

We didn't think twice about the trucks stacked high with smoke -
but when the sun finally started going down and the temperature
dropped we all went out to get our clothes and found the trucks
had been unloaded.  All of our stuff was there neatly stacked,
each persons sorted so that all my items - underwear, shorts and
tank top - were together and everyone elses as well.  Whoever had
folded it was observant and efficient though we never figured out
who it was.  Also, just a little bit creepy.

We went in and did some more drugs and ate some dinner, but the
day had worn everyone out and most of us were in bed by 10. 
Dennis knew that I'd gone an extra step that day going naked in
front of strangers and was incredibly attentive that night -
going down on me for a good long time while telling me how hot I
was and then following up with a fuck to prove it.

The house was big, old and had thick walls but it was hot and
windows were open so we could hear other couples coupling just as
we were sure they could hear us.  We really didn't care.
Morning would come soon enough but we didn't care. It was a
Harvest Party and we were having fun.