Eight men and two women trapped high on a mountain, a killer fog below wiping out every living thing in its path.    Is it the end of the world or just the beginning?    Sexual norms are thrown out the window by the two beautiful girls, realizing that they must share their sexuality with all in order for the species to survive.   From the secret room in one of the houses outfitted for those with the most jaded tastes to a m�nage � trois, they navigate the deep, dark hidden desires in each of them.   Some of them succumb to these desires; others turn it to their advantage.   Will their sexual survival be enough to save the species?    Or will they be degraded into sexual puppets to be manipulated by the strongest?

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There had been a light but steady rain for almost three days straight now. It wasn�t your typical San Diego weather, but then again, it had been years since anything about the weather could be called typical. Nor was Sloane�s sex life, for that matter, any more typical. She had just broken up with her last boyfriend, and refused to even think his name. Another year wasted on a man that didn�t want anything more than a warm body for his bed. And as she thought back, she realized that the sex wasn�t even that good. Why do I always do this? Pick the handsome guy instead of the smart one. The sexy-looking guy, only to find out that he loves himself more than me. It was getting harder to find a man that wanted a long-term relationship, with many men not marrying until they were in their late thirties. At twenty-five, she almost wished she could give up men all together and be happy with her dildo, but sometimes even that left her cold.

�I know just what you need, Sloane.� Erika�s voice brought Sloane back to the present. Erika knew what she wanted for herself, and it wasn�t monogamy. They had been roommates for over three years now; both girls were the same age, although they hadn�t known each other growing up. Erika was from northern California, while Sloane had moved to California seven years ago from Connecticut, tempted by the warm, sunny climate and the excitement of the California lifestyle. The reality of life here wasn�t what she thought it would be, but it was still better than her memories of the cold winter and hot, humid summer in Connecticut. They had met in a bar three years ago and hit it off instantly; within a month, they had found a condo and moved in together. They each had their own bedroom and lots of privacy; though Erika would occasionally fuck a guy in the middle of the living room while Sloane was watching television in the same room. Sloane had soon learned that Erika had no modesty or maybe that she was just more secure in her own sexuality. She definitely loved sex: Erika found men that would satisfy her sexual needs and then discarded them when she didn�t need anything else.

Sloane knew that Erika was referring to one of three things: sex with a man, drinking, or sex with a woman, presumably Sloane. Sloane didn�t want to even think about another man right now. And they had already tried girl sex. While fulfilling, Sloane still preferred the feeling of the flesh of a hard cock over the unresponsiveness of a strap on, even though oral sex with Erika was great. No one could give more pleasure to a girl with her tongue than one who had had the same done to her. That narrowed it down to drinking. Hell, might as well. �Drinking?�

�Not my first choice, but I�m always more than willing to satisfy you any way you want. Get dressed. How about Tony�s?� Erika was already dressed in a short red skirt that clung to her ass, red high heels and a white pullover that clung to her breasts leaving little to the imagination. Erika owned Victoria�s Secret, or at least she should have, judging by the amount of money she spent there. As she once said, nothing was too good for the twins. She was proud of her breasts and willing to show them off more than she should. Like Sloane, she currently had blonde hair, although no one could guess what their natural color was, since both of them were cleanly shorn between their legs. As Erika also said, she loved the feel of her bare mound. Erika had way too many sayings, and they all seemed to revolve around sex and men. Erika was beautiful; whereas Sloane felt that she herself was more pretty than traditionally beautiful. Erika�s green eyes enthralled men with their mystery, and her mouth made their cocks hard when they imagined what she would feel like wrapped around their organ. Erika even managed to keep her skin soft in spite of the California tan they both sported. Men loved to caress her. Every inch of her.

Tony�s was a small club in Pacific Beach. It wasn�t generally overcrowded but was usually busy any night of the week. Sloane knew that the last thing they would want to do was drink alone. Or, for that matter, pay for their own drinks. She stretched as got up, teasing Erika. �Be right back. I think I can find something to catch their attention.� Sloane was already beginning to feel a little better. She was basically an upbeat person; not much could keep her down for long, and she refused to let any man do that to her for more than a couple of minutes. Still, she had a nagging feeling in the back of her head that she couldn�t define. It wasn�t just about men. It was just a vague intuition that something bad was going to happen unless she did something about it. She stood in front of the mirror in her black lace bra and V-string panties which left little to the imagination. She had to admit, she also spent a lot of money at Victoria�s Secret. What girl didn�t? Her hands ran over her stomach, her fingers touching her bare mound beneath the thin panties. Maybe, she thought, I should just stay home and masturbate. It would save time and cut out the middleman, or any man. She picked up a black and white plaid skirt, and pulled it on. It wasn�t quite as short as Erika�s, but at least Sloane could bend over without showing her naked ass. It was getting cooler, so she slipped a black, thin and clingy cashmere sweater on as well. Three-inch black heels finished it off, and she was ready. Her nipples hardened as Sloane looked at her reflection. God, how can I look this good and not have a man? She pushed her hair from her face, smiling back at her image. She went out into the living room to find Erika nursing a drink. �What are you sitting there for? Let�s go!� Sloane said, starting to become more enthusiastic.

Sloane parked her white Mercedes C350 around the corner off Garnett. The street was already crowded in spite of it being only Thursday. Their heels clicked on the pavement as they walked the two short blocks to Tony�s. Three guys ready to walk in held the door open for them. Sloane felt their eyes on her ass as she nodded her thanks to them, swaying her hips sensuously. Eat your heart out; you�ll get none of this ass tonight. No matter what happened, she wasn�t going to go home with a man tonight. Tonight she would just tease.

Sloane and Erika walked to the bar as two seats suddenly emptied. Jim already had two scotch and sodas ready for them. �Evening, Erika; evening, Sloane. Business has already picked up since you walked in.� He didn�t bother to ask for money; the drinks had already been paid for by two men at the other end of the bar.

Sloane crossed her legs, making sure that her short skirt got shorter and revealed a wide expanse of naked leg. She felt so sexy. �Cheers, Erika.� They clicked glasses and drank. Sloane already started to feel better as the scotch slid slowly into her stomach. She would have to watch her drinking tonight, since she was sure that Erika wouldn�t be able to drive by the time they left.

They danced for a while; Sloane needed the exercise to get rid of some of the alcohol. Her hips seemed to move all by themselves as she got into the music; she barely paid any attention to her partner. It was as though she was by herself, the music itself a part of her, her breasts swaying with her hips. After a few songs, they went back to the bar. Erika immediately drank two more drinks while Sloane sipped her second. Erika then found a new man to dance with, and a different man took Erika�s place at the bar. He tried to make small talk with Sloane until Erika returned but realized he wasn�t getting anywhere with her.

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The evening passed quickly. The premonition that had been nagging her for over a week was back and even stronger now. It was almost midnight, and Erika was pretty drunk. �Let�s go,� Sloane urged, trying to coax Erika off of her barstool.

Even in her present state, Erika knew that in this condition there wasn�t a man alive who would interest her. �Okay,� she slurred as she wobbled to her feet. �Take me home, but be gentle,� she continued, trying to tease Sloane.

Sloane settled Erika in the front seat and put her seat belt on. By the time Sloane got around the car and started it up, Erika had already fallen into a drunken stupor. Sloane gunned the car out of the parking lot. She looked up at the night sky as she drove. The full moon made it so bright; it was eerie. Like it was Halloween.

A crazy thought raced through her head. I can�t, Erika would kill me. They both had to be at work tomorrow. The closer Sloane got to home, though, the more sensible it sounded. If she was wrong, then they would miss one day of work. No big deal. Sloane would send emails to both of their bosses tonight. And they would have a nice weekend in the mountains, even though Erika was bound to be furious once she sobered up. Sloane�s intended destination was sparsely populated and not a great place to find men. She pulled the car in front of the condo and got out, leaving Erika asleep in the front seat. Sloane hastily packed two bags, taking enough clothes for the two of them for a week or so. She threw Erika�s sex toys in her bag, and then packed her own; although she wasn�t sure why she thought she would need them. She grabbed the fixings for some sandwiches in case Erika woke up hungry and threw a six pack of water into the bag, then left the condo. She locked the door behind her, feeling as if it were her last time to do so, and threw everything in the trunk. Erika was still in the same spot snoring quietly.

She plugged the address into her navigation system. It wasn�t far. Less than an hour�s drive. Laguna Mountain was the highest elevation in San Diego, at 6,273 feet. Luckily, it wasn�t winter. Before she was tempted to throw this silly idea out of her head, she used her Palm and texted messages to her and Erika�s respective bosses, sealing their fate; both of them had come down with a sudden illness and hoped they would be well by Monday. She checked the gas gauge and saw that she had half a tank of gas. She would have to fill it just in case. She pulled out, still not totally sure of what she was doing but certain that it was the right decision.

It was a nice drive. The air was warm at first, though it started to cool off when she got off the 8 freeway and began to climb up the Sunrise Highway. The view was spectacular as she drove up the winding road. There was a steep drop off the side of the road, but it didn�t bother her. She passed the Laguna Mountain Lodge and continued to drive farther, still not entirely sure where she was going.