Clarisse typed in the last few letters of an email on her smartphone:
Three more meetings to go tomorrow, but this deal’s in the bag, so long as I can stay awake through the droning tomorrow. This acquisition will be the best thing that ever happened to those hippies. They have no damn idea how to keep things interesting and profitable for those outside of this state.
She hefted her bag and slipped a hotel room keycard out of the slip it was in. The door in front of her read “the leaf suite” in a vine-like font. The first thing she would do once her company acquired this property was to add proper room numbers. She rolled her eyes and swiped her keycard.
She removed her gray jacket and hung it neatly in the closet by the door. The room was nice. It was all earth tones and soft lighting with one big window that overlooked the verdant, moonlit woods outside. No television in the room, though. Simply foolish. Even those seeking refuge in a hippie paradise needed some television during a long stay.
Clarisse laid down on the king-sized bed set in the corner of the room. The bed was incredible but placed inefficiently. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. It was then that she noticed the sound of music drifting from the neighboring room. Oh, come on.
She stood up. The clock read 11:30 pm. Definitely past a reasonable hour for loud music. She went to the door and slipped her jacket back on. Professionality would be more meaningful when dealing with loud teenagers. Clarisse stepped into the hall and looked at the next door over, the “flower suite.” She knocked.
Nothing at first, but almost ten seconds later she heard shuffling. She knocked again for good measure. The door immediately swung open to reveal a man wearing a tie-died hemp sweater and star-shaped sunglasses. His hair was in thick dreads. Good grief.
“Heeeeeey, sister! How can I help you?”
Clarisse frowned and crossed her arms.
“My name is Clarisse, and your music is quite loud.”
“Name’s Fairness Johnson, sorry about that.”
What a stupid goddamn name. What is wrong with these people?
“Well, you should be. This is my first night here, but it won't be my last. Loud music is fine for bonfire Woodstock parties, not for a place of rest and relaxation!”
“Whoa, sister, didn’t mean any harm! We’re just…”
Clarisse waved her hand in front of her face, smelling a pungent, smoky scent coming from the room. She pushed Fairness Johnson out of the way.
“Are you...are you smoking weed in here?” she was almost shrieking.
Three topless women sat on the open floor of the room. One of them was holding a bong. So that's why the bed is in the corner.
“Whoa, ma’am. You’re outta line, sister! This is our room; you can't just push in here.”
“You damn hippies are going to ruin this property! This isn’t even legal here! I’m getting the cops.”
“Whoa, slow down there! Let's just talk this out. We don’t mean you any harm. We’re just minding our own business, sister!”
Clarisse spun on her heels and glared at him.
“The absolute gall! You are fucking doing illegal drugs in a property that is already struggling financially! What are you thinking!? By what right...!”
A new voice chimed in. It was one of the girls making to stand, and in doing so revealing to Clarisse that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. And she didn’t shave.
“Lady, you need to fucking chill out.”
The girl’s posture was lazy, and so was her expression. She lifted the bong to her lips, inhaled deeply, then blew the smoke in Clarisse’s face.
“What the hell! You bitch!”
Clarisse coughed as the girl laughed nymphishly.
“Whoa, no need to be a jerk!” Fairness Johnson shouted.
Clarisse was suddenly dizzy. She’d never done weed before, but she didn’t think it worked this quickly. The room was spinning.
“You...You all are just…” She shook her head, unable to remember what she was going to say.
“Sister, you okay there?”
“I’m just gonna sit down here,” She said, slurring her words.
She felt all her anger melt away. She even let herself laugh. This hotel would be hers tomorrow, why was she mad about music? One of the hippie girls was smiling at her. Maybe they aren't so bad…
“You, uh, want some water there?” Fairness asked.
“I’m….good.”
She was staring at the topless girls. They looked so chill. More smoke blew into her face. This time it made her laugh. She wanted to just relax.
“Hey, why don’t you take your shirt off like the rest of us,” asked the girl with the bong and the hairy pussy.
“Sounds fun,” Clarisse replied without thinking.
She hesitated for a moment. Ahhhhh what the fuck. She pulled off her jacket and undid the buttons on her shirt as the hippie girl blew more smoke in her face. Off with the bra too!
Fairness sat down next to her.
“Now, you’re gettin’ why people come to love this state.”
He lifted the bong to her lips. Clarisse, with a sudden burst of impulsive energy, inhaled, tossing her bra aside. The feeling was amazing. Perfect calm settled over her. Her whole body felt smooth like butter.
Clarisse looked down at her naked upper body. It was shifting...changing. Her big, pert breasts were descending, sagging. Becoming more natural. The ends of her blonde hair were turning dirty brown.
“Wha…?”
“Just let it happen, sister. You needed some balance and rest. This will help you. You don’t have to play the Man’s game anymore.”
Clarisse smiled lazily and stretched. Her eyes caught sight of a new change. Her armpits were growing hair quickly. She tried to look closer, now moving as lazily as the other stoned girls. As she looked closer, she felt a tingling above her crotch, as her pubic hair grew out from the waist of her pants. Ohhhh...I feel so...free.
Clarisse spread her legs and ran her hands across her body. The feeling was amazing. This was not some normal weed. She brought her legs together and peeled off her pants, underwear and all. Her legs were hairy and thin. Freckles were spreading across her now more average, somewhat saggy, hippy breasts. She fell back, never having felt this free from inhibition, and spread herself on the carpet.
“Oh fuck me, Fairness,” she moaned, “I want love. I want to make it up to youuuu.”
“That’s more like it sister, love is good.”
Fairness stripped down, revealing a toned, if hairy, body with a large bush. His cock was more than big enough even with the large bush. His nipples were pierced, and he had a peace-sign tattoo on his chest. He took a hit from the bong, then moved towards her.
Clarisse let her hands wander to her hairy cunt, where she played herself wet until Fairness came over. He smelled like sandalwood and weed. She found she rather liked it, actually. His beard danced pleasantly across her neck as he kissed her and pushed his hard cock into her hippie cunt. She moaned, and one of the girls brought the bong over for her to take a hit from. She did so, and fucked him harder.
His cock thrust into her as he lifted her ass passionately from the floor. She really felt each thrust. His hands were gentle, loving, sexy. She looked down at their hairy parts coming together, and it just felt right. As pleasure grew within her, the other girls came over and joined in. Two touching her skin and nipples, one touching Fairness.
She’d never done much sexually, but now she was freely enjoying a complete orgy. And she loved it. Her pussy seemed to dance with pleasure as Fairness’ cock pushed between her lips. Her orgasm was building, especially with the gentle touches of the other women. She started to tense as orgasm grew closer. The girl with the hairy pussy...or rather the girl beside herself with the hairy pussy straddled her and crouched, bringing her cunt right to Clarissa’s face.
So great was Clarissa’s desire that she immediately stuck out her tongue and lapped at the girl’s rather large clit. She discovered new desire she never knew she had as she and the girl on her face came at the same time.
Fairness thrust forward and filled her with hot seed. She felt it splash against the walls of her cunt. It was wonderful. Fairness embraced her, holding her strongly against his muscled body.
Eventually, she stood and looked at herself in the mirror as Fairness took her again from behind. Gone was the professional businesswoman. Instead was a free-spirit. Her long wavy hair swung back and forth as Fairness plunged into her. Her breasts swung lightly too. She ran her left hand over her head, observing the hair beneath her arms, on her legs, and on her pussy. She noticed she actually...liked it. She felt liberated.
As she came a second time, she collapsed on the floor and laid next to one of the other girls, falling asleep almost instantly and not waking until the sun was peeking over the horizon.
When Clarisse awoke, Fairness and the girls were gone. The sun was coming up over the trees.
“Oh fuck, man, if I don’t get together I’m going to be late!”
Her voice was raspy from all the weed and sex. Weed and sex? What the fuck happened last night? She was struggling to remember. She remembered a sexy, hairy man. What the fuck? As she stood up and looked in the mirror, her eyes went wide. She barely recognized herself! Before her stood a naked, hairy, hippie girl. In her shock, she thought back on the night and, involuntarily, her pussy grew wet. Oh fuck. She gathered her clothing and slipped it on, rushing.
Her hair would have to be as it is, long, curly, unkempt. Her bra no longer fit, and her shirt was missing the top button. She straightened her wrinkled clothes as best as she could before rushing out of the room and into her own. She grabbed her bag and darted to the elevators. It wasn’t until after she reached her car, drove to the neighboring property, and burst into the already populated meeting room that she realized she’d forgotten to even shower, and smelled strongly of sex, sweat, and sandalwood. And she was still high.