From Chrystal Heights The Zone:
So this was The Zone.
Skylar glanced around, nodding. There was a low buzz here, a muted intensity. This would do nicely.
First things first, though. She needed to make sure she was online, dialed in.
Skylar looked around until she spotted some potentials. And then she saw them.
Three of them. Pretty. Dressed in mini-skirts and high-heels. Probably here at The Zone so they could brag about being at the hottest club in Chrystal Heights. Whatever. She walked over to the group.
“Lovely evening, right?” said Skylar, letting her native Irish accent flavor her greeting. “And it’ll be even more lovely once one of you get me a drink. Volunteers?”
The three of them looked at Skylar. The dark-haired one said, “Oh, you’re cute. Bossy, but cute. Love the accent.”
“Oh, good,” said Skylar. “A volunteer. Vodka and apple tango.”
The dark-haired girl opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. After a momentary pause, she turned and walked toward the bar.
Her two friends watched her walk away with opened mouths. Then they turned back to Skylar.
“Wow,” said the redhead. “That’s weird. Amber doesn’t usually do nice things like that.”
“She’s not being nice,” said Skylar. “I told her to do it. There’s a difference. What’s your name?”
The redhead looked at Skylar. “I’m Chloe.”
“And your friend?” said Skylar, turning to the blond.
“I’m Mandy.”
“All right, Chloe,” said Skylar. “Would you agree that your friend Mandy is hot?”
The redhead looked at her blonde friend, then back to Skylar.
“Well…yeah. Why?”
“Don’t interrupt,” said Skylar. “So you agree she’s hot?”
“Yes.”
Skylar turned to the blonde. “And you, Mandy. Would you agree that Chloe is hot?”
Mandy blinked, then nodded. “Well, sure.”
Skylar nodded. “Good,” she said. “Chloe, kiss Mandy.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “What?! Why would I do that?”
“Because I told you to,” said Skylar. “Now quit arguing and kiss Mandy. Now.”
Chloe’s mouth opened to argue, but no sound came out. Suddenly she found herself turning and pressing herself against her blonde friend.
Mandy blinked, but didn’t resist. She found herself returning Chloe’s kiss.
Skylar grinned. This was too easy. Not that overwhelming these two was any real challenge, but it definitely felt like The Zone was amplifying her natural dominance even more than she had hoped.
They were still kissing when the dark-haired Amber returned with Skylar’s drink. Amber stared open-mouthed as her friends continued to lick and nibble at each other, seemingly unaware of their audience.
Amber looked at Skylar. “How did you…?”
Skylar simply smiled. The Zone stood on a ley line. Ley lines- natural conduits and amplifiers for certain abilities- were abundant in Chrystal Heights. It was one of the cooler things Skylar had discovered about living in this weird city. Being able to project her natural dominance over pretty little things like Chloe, Mandy and Amber rated high in the quality-of-life department for Skylar.
“Now, Amber,” said Skylar, “how about you show me around?”
Amber blinked. “Sure,” she said. “I like your accent. British?”
“Irish, you ditzy burke,” said Skylar, taking a swallow of her drink. She nodded. “This is good. All right, Amber. Lead on.”
Amber waved her hand around. “The Zone is actually several bars and rooms gathered together under one roof. This part is the central area. They call it Main Street. Because-”
“Because it’s the common area,” said Skylar. “Got it. Let’s check out some of the other rooms.”
“Umm, are you sure?” said Amber. “’Cuz there are…well, you know. It can get kinda risky around the Edge.”
“The Edge?”
Amber waved her hand around again. “Anything outside Main Street,” she said. “It’s called the Edge.”
Skylar laughed. “I’m not intimidated by trendy locales, girl. Lead on.”
Amber shrugged. “Okay.”
They walked through a side opening into a wide, dimly-lit hallway. The walls were covered with old posters, postings of indie band appearances and similar advertisements. The dim lighting emanated from dim bulbs on the ceiling. A woman walked toward them, holding a leash attached to the collar of another woman walking behind her. Patrons in various levels of intoxication staggered in both directions.
They followed the passage a little farther. Doorways appeared on either side, apparently entrances to side-rooms or bars.
Skylar indicated the doorway on the right. “What’s there?”
“That’s, umm, the Tropical Room,” said Amber. “Sort of a tropical paradise setting, you know? Drinks served in coconuts, waitresses in grass skirts, that kind of thing.”
“Sounds adorable,” said Skylar. “How about the other side?”
Amber looked across the hall. “That’s the Garage.”
“The Garage?”
Amber nodded. “Yep,” she said. “It’s set up like a garage, you know? Got a couple of motorcycles parked in there. Kinda cool, actually. Can be a little tough, though. You don’t wanna get into a fight in there.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Skylar. “Let’s check it out.”
Amber looked dubious, but led Skylar through the doorway into the bar.
It was a darker room, decorated with chrome and steel. Calendars with topless women and advertisements. Waitresses in tight leather pants and riveted bikini tops took orders, their spiked stiletto boots clicking the floor.
Skylar glanced around. “Nice enough, I suppose,” she said. She handed her empty glass to Amber. “As long as we’re here, you can get me a new drink.”
Amber took the empty glass and walked to the bar. She came back a minute later and handed Skylar a fresh drink.
A man walked over to them. He was lean, muscular, with thick shoulders and stubble on his jaw.
“Amber?” he said. “What are you doing here? You know better than to hang out around here.”
“Hi Dirk!” said Amber. She pointed to Skylar. “She made me do it.”
Dirk turned to Skylar. “That true?”
Skylar smiled. “Indeed,” she said. “I’m used to getting my own way.”
“Nice accent,” said Dirk. He looked to Amber. “Go back to Main Street, Amber. Get a drink and have a good time. I’ll take care of this.”
Amber smiled at Dirk, then turned and stuck her tongue out at Skylar. “Now you’re gonna get it!” she said. “Dirk’s an Alpha!”
“Scoot,” said Dirk.
Skylar watched Amber leave. Then she turned to Dirk. “If you going to send away my girls, then that just means you’ll have to fetch my drinks.”
“Oh?” said Dirk.
Skylar nodded. Although she was speaking casually, she found herself growing excited about her good fortune. An Alpha! She had heard about them before. A slang term, she assumed, for a group of rugged, strong-willed guys. They could supposedly get a woman- or even another man- at a snap of their fingers. Skylar wasn’t impressed, though. Good looks, a few muscles and a nice smile wasn’t nearly enough to distract her. In fact, this was a good chance for Skylar to show people what she was made of. Having an Alpha fetching her drinks all night would likely be enough for her to start establishing her rep.
Skylar swallowed the rest of her drink and smiled at Dirk. It was time for him to understand what serving a dome was about.
“Yes, indeed,” she said. She held her empty glass out toward Dirk. “Now be a sweetie and get me a fresh drink.”
There was a pause as the full force of Skylar’s will swept over Dirk. Dirk blinked and his hand moved toward Skylar’s empty glass.
Then the moment passed and Dirk’s hand dropped.
“Maybe later,” said Dirk, “afterward.”
Skylar blinked, surprised at Dirk’s ability to brush off her will. “Afterward? After what?”
Dirk smiled. “After we talk.”
Skylar laughed. She opened her mouth to reply, but stopped short. There was a change in the air, something she couldn’t place.
And then she knew what it was. It was Dirk’s scent. He suddenly smelled good. Really good. Strong, powerful. Masculine. His scent was filling her lungs, touching things inside her, making her belly muscles twitch.
Dirk took a step closer, a step into her personal space. “You okay?”
Skylar nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her nipples were impossibly hard. She was wetter than she had ever been in her life. She opened her eyes, which were level with his chest. His thick chest. Powerful. Masculine. Strong.
Skylar felt his hand on her hip, then his other hand on her opposite hip. Strong hands drawing her forward, her pelvis pressing against his. Her face inches from his heavy pecs.
“There’s a good girl,” said Dirk.
Skylar tried to reply, to muster her will, but his voice made her clit vibrate. She moaned and melted against Dirk.
Dirk’s hands slid over her hips, cupped her bottom. She felt his leg slide between her thighs and suddenly she was helplessly dry-humping his thigh, writhing on his thigh.
Skylar tried to pull her thoughts together, but his scent…gawd, that scent. She could sense his thick cock, smell it, so close. Her hands trailed down his sides, moved helplessly toward his heavy balls.
They were moving. Somewhere. They were somewhere. It wasn’t important.
Skylar could feel his hands moving over her, doing something. Her clothes were gone. She was naked. He was naked. He was touching her. His hands were electric. She was wet. So wet. Slick, needy.
She was on her back, legs spread. Like a slut. A needy slut. The fat head of his dick was pressed against her pussy. She gasped as his thick cock suddenly filled her tight, slick passage. Her hips wriggled, writhed as she was completely, helplessly full of thick, powerful, potent cock.
He stroked into her, her thighs wide, ankles on his shoulders. Completely, helplessly open to his repeated strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her tight rear opening. Again and again he pushed into Skylar, the head of his cock pressing against her defenseless cervix.
He slowed momentarily, pressed fully inside her. His cock seemed to harden even more and then a sudden wave of intense heat flowed into her belly.
Skylar’s eyes widened as she realized he was coming inside her, deeply, an impossibly heated insemination. His release triggered hers and suddenly Skylar was coming like a slut on his cock, wriggling and writhing without control.
His release continued for an impossibly long time. And yet, as she felt the last of his hot, potent semen fill her belly, he began to stroke into her again, his cock still a steel rod.
Skylar was reduced to a creature of nothing but heat and need. Unable to think, to consider, to plot. She could only react to wave after wave of heat rippling from her pussy and belly throughout her body. Her hips bucked, again and then again.
And then he again paused, his cock once more growing thicker, harder inside her. He leaned forward, his hips forcing her legs even wider, and placed his lips next to Skylar’s ear.
He said, “I’m just making sure. You should have left my friend Amber alone.”
And then he came again, an explosion deep inside her belly as powerful as the earlier one. Skylar felt her womb being impossibly flooded with hot, potent Alpha sperm, and she knew her fate for the next nine months had been decided for her whether she liked it or not.
He remained in that position for over a minute, draining the last of his balls inside his conquest. Finally, satisfied, he pulled his cock out of her with a wet squelch.
Skylar lay there trying to catch her breath, waiting for her heartrate to return to normal. She watched him get dressed. Tried to talk to him, to say something, anything, but she lacked the strength.
Fully dressed, he walked over to Skylar and patted her belly. “Stop by in a couple months,” he said. “I’ll buy you a ginger ale. And maybe I’ll even find out what your name is.”
Then he turned and walked out the door. Then he stuck his head back in.
“By the way,” he said, “love the accent.” Then he disappeared again.
Skylar could only lay there, cheeks burning bright as she realized she was going to be waddling around for the next nine months carrying an Alpha baby.
September 2019
So this was The Zone.
Skylar glanced around, nodding. There was a low buzz here, a muted intensity. This would do nicely.
First things first, though. She needed to make sure she was online, dialed in.
Skylar looked around until she spotted some potentials. And then she saw them.
Three of them. Pretty. Dressed in mini-skirts and high-heels. Probably here at The Zone so they could brag about being at the hottest club in Chrystal Heights. Whatever. She walked over to the group.
“Lovely evening, right?” said Skylar, letting her native Irish accent flavor her greeting. “And it’ll be even more lovely once one of you get me a drink. Volunteers?”
The three of them looked at Skylar. The dark-haired one said, “Oh, you’re cute. Bossy, but cute. Love the accent.”
“Oh, good,” said Skylar. “A volunteer. Vodka and apple tango.”
The dark-haired girl opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. After a momentary pause, she turned and walked toward the bar.
Her two friends watched her walk away with opened mouths. Then they turned back to Skylar.
“Wow,” said the redhead. “That’s weird. Amber doesn’t usually do nice things like that.”
“She’s not being nice,” said Skylar. “I told her to do it. There’s a difference. What’s your name?”
The redhead looked at Skylar. “I’m Chloe.”
“And your friend?” said Skylar, turning to the blond.
“I’m Mandy.”
“All right, Chloe,” said Skylar. “Would you agree that your friend Mandy is hot?”
The redhead looked at her blonde friend, then back to Skylar.
“Well…yeah. Why?”
“Don’t interrupt,” said Skylar. “So you agree she’s hot?”
“Yes.”
Skylar turned to the blonde. “And you, Mandy. Would you agree that Chloe is hot?”
Mandy blinked, then nodded. “Well, sure.”
Skylar nodded. “Good,” she said. “Chloe, kiss Mandy.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “What?! Why would I do that?”
“Because I told you to,” said Skylar. “Now quit arguing and kiss Mandy. Now.”
Chloe’s mouth opened to argue, but no sound came out. Suddenly she found herself turning and pressing herself against her blonde friend.
Mandy blinked, but didn’t resist. She found herself returning Chloe’s kiss.
Skylar grinned. This was too easy. Not that overwhelming these two was any real challenge, but it definitely felt like The Zone was amplifying her natural dominance even more than she had hoped.
They were still kissing when the dark-haired Amber returned with Skylar’s drink. Amber stared open-mouthed as her friends continued to lick and nibble at each other, seemingly unaware of their audience.
Amber looked at Skylar. “How did you…?”
Skylar simply smiled. The Zone stood on a ley line. Ley lines- natural conduits and amplifiers for certain abilities- were abundant in Chrystal Heights. It was one of the cooler things Skylar had discovered about living in this weird city. Being able to project her natural dominance over pretty little things like Chloe, Mandy and Amber rated high in the quality-of-life department for Skylar.
“Now, Amber,” said Skylar, “how about you show me around?”
Amber blinked. “Sure,” she said. “I like your accent. British?”
“Irish, you ditzy burke,” said Skylar, taking a swallow of her drink. She nodded. “This is good. All right, Amber. Lead on.”
Amber waved her hand around. “The Zone is actually several bars and rooms gathered together under one roof. This part is the central area. They call it Main Street. Because-”
“Because it’s the common area,” said Skylar. “Got it. Let’s check out some of the other rooms.”
“Umm, are you sure?” said Amber. “’Cuz there are…well, you know. It can get kinda risky around the Edge.”
“The Edge?”
Amber waved her hand around again. “Anything outside Main Street,” she said. “It’s called the Edge.”
Skylar laughed. “I’m not intimidated by trendy locales, girl. Lead on.”
Amber shrugged. “Okay.”
They walked through a side opening into a wide, dimly-lit hallway. The walls were covered with old posters, postings of indie band appearances and similar advertisements. The dim lighting emanated from dim bulbs on the ceiling. A woman walked toward them, holding a leash attached to the collar of another woman walking behind her. Patrons in various levels of intoxication staggered in both directions.
They followed the passage a little farther. Doorways appeared on either side, apparently entrances to side-rooms or bars.
Skylar indicated the doorway on the right. “What’s there?”
“That’s, umm, the Tropical Room,” said Amber. “Sort of a tropical paradise setting, you know? Drinks served in coconuts, waitresses in grass skirts, that kind of thing.”
“Sounds adorable,” said Skylar. “How about the other side?”
Amber looked across the hall. “That’s the Garage.”
“The Garage?”
Amber nodded. “Yep,” she said. “It’s set up like a garage, you know? Got a couple of motorcycles parked in there. Kinda cool, actually. Can be a little tough, though. You don’t wanna get into a fight in there.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Skylar. “Let’s check it out.”
Amber looked dubious, but led Skylar through the doorway into the bar.
It was a darker room, decorated with chrome and steel. Calendars with topless women and advertisements. Waitresses in tight leather pants and riveted bikini tops took orders, their spiked stiletto boots clicking the floor.
Skylar glanced around. “Nice enough, I suppose,” she said. She handed her empty glass to Amber. “As long as we’re here, you can get me a new drink.”
Amber took the empty glass and walked to the bar. She came back a minute later and handed Skylar a fresh drink.
A man walked over to them. He was lean, muscular, with thick shoulders and stubble on his jaw.
“Amber?” he said. “What are you doing here? You know better than to hang out around here.”
“Hi Dirk!” said Amber. She pointed to Skylar. “She made me do it.”
Dirk turned to Skylar. “That true?”
Skylar smiled. “Indeed,” she said. “I’m used to getting my own way.”
“Nice accent,” said Dirk. He looked to Amber. “Go back to Main Street, Amber. Get a drink and have a good time. I’ll take care of this.”
Amber smiled at Dirk, then turned and stuck her tongue out at Skylar. “Now you’re gonna get it!” she said. “Dirk’s an Alpha!”
“Scoot,” said Dirk.
Skylar watched Amber leave. Then she turned to Dirk. “If you going to send away my girls, then that just means you’ll have to fetch my drinks.”
“Oh?” said Dirk.
Skylar nodded. Although she was speaking casually, she found herself growing excited about her good fortune. An Alpha! She had heard about them before. A slang term, she assumed, for a group of rugged, strong-willed guys. They could supposedly get a woman- or even another man- at a snap of their fingers. Skylar wasn’t impressed, though. Good looks, a few muscles and a nice smile wasn’t nearly enough to distract her. In fact, this was a good chance for Skylar to show people what she was made of. Having an Alpha fetching her drinks all night would likely be enough for her to start establishing her rep.
Skylar swallowed the rest of her drink and smiled at Dirk. It was time for him to understand what serving a dome was about.
“Yes, indeed,” she said. She held her empty glass out toward Dirk. “Now be a sweetie and get me a fresh drink.”
There was a pause as the full force of Skylar’s will swept over Dirk. Dirk blinked and his hand moved toward Skylar’s empty glass.
Then the moment passed and Dirk’s hand dropped.
“Maybe later,” said Dirk, “afterward.”
Skylar blinked, surprised at Dirk’s ability to brush off her will. “Afterward? After what?”
Dirk smiled. “After we talk.”
Skylar laughed. She opened her mouth to reply, but stopped short. There was a change in the air, something she couldn’t place.
And then she knew what it was. It was Dirk’s scent. He suddenly smelled good. Really good. Strong, powerful. Masculine. His scent was filling her lungs, touching things inside her, making her belly muscles twitch.
Dirk took a step closer, a step into her personal space. “You okay?”
Skylar nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her nipples were impossibly hard. She was wetter than she had ever been in her life. She opened her eyes, which were level with his chest. His thick chest. Powerful. Masculine. Strong.
Skylar felt his hand on her hip, then his other hand on her opposite hip. Strong hands drawing her forward, her pelvis pressing against his. Her face inches from his heavy pecs.
“There’s a good girl,” said Dirk.
Skylar tried to reply, to muster her will, but his voice made her clit vibrate. She moaned and melted against Dirk.
Dirk’s hands slid over her hips, cupped her bottom. She felt his leg slide between her thighs and suddenly she was helplessly dry-humping his thigh, writhing on his thigh.
Skylar tried to pull her thoughts together, but his scent…gawd, that scent. She could sense his thick cock, smell it, so close. Her hands trailed down his sides, moved helplessly toward his heavy balls.
They were moving. Somewhere. They were somewhere. It wasn’t important.
Skylar could feel his hands moving over her, doing something. Her clothes were gone. She was naked. He was naked. He was touching her. His hands were electric. She was wet. So wet. Slick, needy.
She was on her back, legs spread. Like a slut. A needy slut. The fat head of his dick was pressed against her pussy. She gasped as his thick cock suddenly filled her tight, slick passage. Her hips wriggled, writhed as she was completely, helplessly full of thick, powerful, potent cock.
He stroked into her, her thighs wide, ankles on his shoulders. Completely, helplessly open to his repeated strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her tight rear opening. Again and again he pushed into Skylar, the head of his cock pressing against her defenseless cervix.
He slowed momentarily, pressed fully inside her. His cock seemed to harden even more and then a sudden wave of intense heat flowed into her belly.
Skylar’s eyes widened as she realized he was coming inside her, deeply, an impossibly heated insemination. His release triggered hers and suddenly Skylar was coming like a slut on his cock, wriggling and writhing without control.
His release continued for an impossibly long time. And yet, as she felt the last of his hot, potent semen fill her belly, he began to stroke into her again, his cock still a steel rod.
Skylar was reduced to a creature of nothing but heat and need. Unable to think, to consider, to plot. She could only react to wave after wave of heat rippling from her pussy and belly throughout her body. Her hips bucked, again and then again.
And then he again paused, his cock once more growing thicker, harder inside her. He leaned forward, his hips forcing her legs even wider, and placed his lips next to Skylar’s ear.
He said, “I’m just making sure. You should have left my friend Amber alone.”
And then he came again, an explosion deep inside her belly as powerful as the earlier one. Skylar felt her womb being impossibly flooded with hot, potent Alpha sperm, and she knew her fate for the next nine months had been decided for her whether she liked it or not.
He remained in that position for over a minute, draining the last of his balls inside his conquest. Finally, satisfied, he pulled his cock out of her with a wet squelch.
Skylar lay there trying to catch her breath, waiting for her heartrate to return to normal. She watched him get dressed. Tried to talk to him, to say something, anything, but she lacked the strength.
Fully dressed, he walked over to Skylar and patted her belly. “Stop by in a couple months,” he said. “I’ll buy you a ginger ale. And maybe I’ll even find out what your name is.”
Then he turned and walked out the door. Then he stuck his head back in.
“By the way,” he said, “love the accent.” Then he disappeared again.
Skylar could only lay there, cheeks burning bright as she realized she was going to be waddling around for the next nine months carrying an Alpha baby.
September 2019