We all agreed. There wasn't much else we could do.
We went about our day pretty much normally. When everyone was home that evening, we had dinner, then sat around most of the evening sipping wine and just making small talk. No one seemed to want to broach the subject of doomsday.
One thing we did agree on, which was to all sleep together, from now on.
"I just feel more secure when I can reach out in the night and touch you both. It makes me feel safe," Margaret said.
"Yeah, me too," Lilly added, "I love you both so much. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside being next to you ... feeling your warm bodies touching mine."
"Yeah, but that's because you're in the middle. I get a cold draught on my backside," I said, trying to keep things light.
"Oh Joan ..." Lilly said.
We went to bed, and again, as agreed, we all slept in the same bed.
The next morning, I woke up and started writing immediately, recording everything I remembered from the dream. The same dream as each night before, just with more details remembered.
"Okay girls, here's what I got. It's going to get cold. Really cold. You've heard of nuclear winter, like they say would happen after an all out nuclear war? It's pretty much the same thing from this asteroid thingy. It will be sorta like an ice age, or maybe a mini-ice age, and it will come on rapidly ... in just a year or less."
"Oh my god," both Margaret and Lilly said.
"We're going to have to move. If we stay here, we'll freeze and probably starve. Food is going to be a problem. Widespread famine, even here in the U.S. We need to be near the equator," I told them, and noted the shocked expressions on their faces.
"Oh shit!" Lilly exclaimed.
"Likewise," Margaret said.
"We need to buy some property in a country near the equator. Hopefully, a stable country with a strong police force or military to keep civil order. We will need to stock up on food, things with a long shelf life. Canned goods, rice, I don't know what else, we'll have to do research. We will need to be self-sufficient, and have a well for water, we'll plant crops, maybe have livestock. And we'll need to learn survival skills, take martial arts training and buy guns and learn how to use them," I told them.
"Holy fuck!" Lilly said.
"We'll need money. I've got about twenty thousand in savings and I can cash in my IRAs ... don't know how much is there. I don't really pay attention to the statements they send me every quarter, but whatever I've got, I'll share with you guys," I said.
"I've got a hundred thousand in savings and investments. If we're moving, I can sell this place and maybe get four hundred thousand," Margaret offered.
"I've got several million in the bank and investments. The escort business has been good to me," Lilly admitted.
"Holy fuck, Lilly," I said. "We'll need to start buying food and supplies right away. The closer this thing gets to earth, the higher prices will go. I suspect others may already be buying up stuff. We'll need to hurry."
Over the ensuing months, we purchased food in various forms (canned, freeze dried, MREs from military surplus) in quantities that should last the three of us at least five years. And medical supplies, including antibiotics, and strong painkillers. We rented warehouse space in a secure facility and had all the crates marked as things like: condoms, Halloween costumes, etc. Anything that would be useless for survival.
We bought generators, solar panels, wind generators and all the electronics needed to hook them up and spare parts to repair them when needed.
We took martial arts classes, classes on farming, raising livestock, and living off the land skills. We bought books, 'how to' books on various subjects critical to being self-sufficient.
We looked for land, enough to grow crops to keep us alive. Deciding to keep the canned food, etc, to supplement us if the crops failed, or if the weather became extreme, or whatever.
We also sought to increase our rapidly dwindling money supply. Only Lilly had a serious income stream.
"Okay, I have an idea on how to make more money, quickly," I said, early on in our preparations.
"I give up, what have you got?" Margaret said.
"Lilly, could you take Margaret and I into your, ahh, 'business' where we each could make hundreds of dollars an hour?" I asked.
"Oh fuck, yes ... I could, easily. That's a great idea. You're both beautiful. You could each get at least a thousand an hour. And as doomsday gets closer, we'll up the price - there will be lots of people who will want to fuck one last time before the 'END' I bet," Lilly postulated.
Margaret was a little reluctant at first, since she was totally lesbian. Lilly said there were a fair number of women who wanted to pay for sex. Margaret could service all of them for our 'business' enterprise. Lilly and I would handle the men.
We quickly started bringing in over a hundred thousand a month, between the three of us. And it increased every month from there. We used my old apartment for "in-call" appointments. As unsettling as the impending disaster was, I had a ball fucking so many strangers. I've always been a slut at heart.
We started looking for property that would suit our purpose. We looked in several different countries through intermediaries and settled on Costa Rica. Not on the equator, but close enough. We bought a small farm with fields for grazing for cattle, acres of cleared land for crops, plus lots of bananas and other tropical fruits. It had a barn and house already on the property.
We contracted for improvements to the buildings, such as turning the house and barn into small fortresses, including hi tech security measures in case people started going crazy and wanted to take all of our supplies from us. Or, just as likely, 'men' who would decide that three beautiful women needed to be 'protected' (and fucked constantly). We would all have, at the very least, Glocks on our hips at all times, plus, having AR-15s slung over our shoulders (fully automatic) - these would be merely our 'visible' armaments. We'd have more powerful stuff tucked away, just in case.
We also decided we needed more people. We talked to friends - strong women we thought could handle the work and stress of surviving independently of the outside world. Gradually, we expanded our numbers to over a dozen. Many of the girls also joined our escort business and agreed to contribute ninety percent of their earnings to the communal pot, the rest of the women we recruited contributed whatever savings they had. We bought even more food. All the new girls went to the same classes we had gone to, including learning to speak Spanish. We added a new wing to the house ... all bedrooms and bathrooms. Thankfully, one of the girls was a physician's assistant who had all the skills of an MD, just not the title. A couple were registered nurses.
The months passed and my dreams had stopped after a few weeks. Toward the end, they had become redundant and were offering little new information as to what was coming.
Margaret sold her house and we all moved down to the tropics about six months before impact. We converted a good portion of our funds into gold, and some to diamonds. A large safe had been installed for our money, as well as, for our weapons and ammo.
We planted crops. One of the new girls who had joined us had grown up on a farm and went to an agricultural college. Sally became our farm manager. All the girls were assigned jobs around the farm. Many of us who had been turning tricks back home, picked up new clients in nearby San Josè, the nation's capital, so money kept pouring in and we didn't have to touch our savings - we figured that would change after impact.
We were as ready as we could be... until the police arrived. We were informed of certain local taxes (read bribes) we had to pay every month as long as some of us were working as escorts ... known as putas locally.
We paid the bribe money, and we also offered the cop in charge a sample of our services, making sure to secretly record the whole session for his wife, should such leverage ever become necessary. I volunteered for the assignment. The cop liked it rough, but then, so do I on occasion. He was a very typical latin macho male type and kept calling me puta over and over as he fucked me silly. As much as I adore making love with Lilly and Margaret, I also really love having a nice cock inside me from time to time.
As we were undressing for our romp in the hay, the Captain couldn't stop staring at the Glock on my belt.
"Hey, Señorita, you know how to use that thing?" he said in heavily accented English, as I placed my weapon on the nightstand next to the bed, and within easy reach. I didn't worry that he might grab it and try to use it against me, all of our weapons were special. They had sensors which allowed them to be fired by only one person. If anybody but me tries to fire my gun, the trigger just doesn't do anything, not even click.
"Si Señor, I can put three between your eyes at fifty paces," I told him with my sweetest smile. I wasn't lying. Then, I put his dick in my mouth ... he seemed nervous.
As D-Day got closer, we watched the news faithfully - we had a satellite dish.
People around the world were going nuts. Demonstrating and protesting, as if someone could just pass a law or somehow cancel the asteroid. And partying, there were lots of parties all over the world ... eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow ...
