Left to your wits alone . . and some

As you watch the bus pull away, a quick search reveals any belongings you may have had with you were left behind on the bus with the grabby passengers. You have been completely stripped of any possessions, and yet the cool breeze from the nearby beach has made your nipples quite erect. Well, at least you have your looks. Large breasts and a perfect figure have their perks.

In the short time you took to see the bus leave, you are approached by a red corvette, its sunroof down. As it slows down, you can see a trio of college-age men, all in swimsuits and shirts. All of them are wearing sunglasses, but you don't need to see the look in their eyes to know how much of what they want to do to you. As they stop you can see all three are already hard. You can tell that all three are eyeing you up. Despite the rough treatment on the bus, you find yourself being turned on by the very idea you are on display for three handsome strangers.

You snap back into reality, and realize they were speaking to each other as they rolled up ". . . Hey, check out this whore, Chris? You left this bombshell in the middle of nowhere? I wonder what she was doing last night?"

"Doesn't matter, Mike. What's important here is what she is willing to do in order to get back to civilization", responds who you take to be Chris, one of the passengers in the back seat.

"I wonder if she'd take it on the hood of your char. I've always wanted to nail a hottie out in the open. Maybe a tour bus will drive past. I'd love to see the looks on their faces when they see that!

"Why don't you ask her, Matt", replays Mike, before turning back to you 'As you can see, if you want a means out of here we can provide. We won't even need any payment on your part. Not financial payment, at any rate. The question is, just what are you willing to do for us to get back to civilization?

The trio falls silent as they wait for your answer, watching you. You are taken back by just how forward they have been, but you can't help but be turned on by the idea of being so taken by the like as them. You wonder if they can tell just how wet you have become, but then realize they probably can with you being naked and all.