She’d heard about The Zone, of course. It was supposed to be the hottest club around, the most fun. Not that it was actually a solitary club, of course. A hive of bars, shops and services made up the entity of The Zone. The Zone was the thread that tied them all together.
Not that any of that mattered tonight. She wasn’t here for fun. Jade was here to audition.
She felt the eyes on her as she entered, but she was used to that. Being attractive tended to get her noticed. And tonight, that was a good thing.
The brunette made her way toward the center bar, the one known as Main Street. Looking around, she noticed a waitress passing close by. Jade got her attention.
“Hi,” said the waitress. “What can I get for you?”
Jade smiled. “Nothing for me, thank you. I was wondering if you knew where I could find a place called ‘Club Catwalk’.”
The waitress nodded. “The Catwalk, sure. Go through that door over there, the one marked ‘The Edge’. Follow that passage way until you see a staircase on the left side. Take that staircase up one floor, then turn left and head down that passage. You’ll run right into it.”
Jade nodded. “Thank you.”
“No problem. Just be careful. Club Catwalk’s a hangout for all the pretty people and that includes any number of Alphas.”
Jade laughed. “Thank you for the warning, but I can handle being hit on.”
Jade chuckled as she made her way toward the door the waitress had indicated. She’d heard of the Alphas that supposedly populated various venues in The Zone. They were allegedly very attractive, alluring men and women who were able to seduce people with little effort.
Well, maybe she was an Alpha herself. She’d never had any problems picking up people, men or women, when she was in the mood.
Anyway, that wasn’t why she was at The Zone or Club Catwalk tonight. She was here because of Olivia.
Olivia von Steele was six feet two inches of impeachable class and breathtaking sophistication. She was stunning regardless of what she wore and could make jeans and a t-shirt look like a fashion magazine spread. She owned Club Catwalk and had turned it into the playground of the pretty and fashionable. Anybody wishing to be somebody in the world of fashion, whether in industry or exhibition, did so only with Olivia’s blessing. She was aware of her power and she dispensed it accordingly.
And Olivia wanted Jade to model for her.
Jade was no fool. If Olivia was offering her an opportunity at moving into fashion modeling, she was going to take it. She was aware of the possible short shelf life, but Jade would be using it as a springboard, not a career. It was also a chance to meet the movers and shakers who populated Club Catwalk. That alone was worth the meeting. One didn’t get into Club Catwalk without Olivia’s direct permission.
*****
Once inside the club, Jade paused for a moment to look around. She projected a bored countenance, acting as if she had seen it all before and hadn’t been impressed then, either. After all, looking like a tourist wasn’t likely to amplify her chances of impressing a possible contact.
Even with her game face on, Jade had a hard time bottling her excitement. The club didn’t just exhibit style, it announced it in capital letters. The interior decorator had obviously been worth every dime and no expense had been spared. The club denizens looked as if ice wouldn’t melt in their mouth. High fashion models sat with high end designers, sipping colorful beverages. If there was a fashion statement older than the previous week anywhere in the club, Jade couldn’t see it. The women were glamor queens, dressed in outfits pricier than Jade’s car. The men were just as pretty as the women, but with more eye liner and just the right amount of beard scruff. Vogue was a way of life here.
Jade spotted a spiral staircase circling up to a white door marked ‘Private’. She made her way up the stairs and knocked on the door. She heard the ‘clack’ of the door unlocking electronically, so she turned the doorknob and walked inside.
Olivia von Steele stood before a large one-way plate glass window that gave her a view of the entire club floor. Her striking outfit conveyed every inch of her authority. Despite being at least twenty years older than many of the models she employed, she projected a presence that commanded full attention, even in a roomful of fashion celebrities.
Jade walked in a few steps and waited.
Olivia didn’t turn from the window as she spoke. “Welcome, Jade. I’m pleased to see you. This is my husband, Bron.”
Jade had been so caught up in Olivia’s presence that she had failed to notice the man in the room. Now that she saw him, she wondered how she had missed him. Bron was one of the most erotic physical specimens she had ever seen. Six feet tall and dark-haired, he was as pretty as the socialites and fashion icons tetrising the club floor downstairs, yet he projected a masculinity one didn’t expect from a man who appeared to be little more than a playtoy for a celebrity socialite. Like everything else she touched, Olivia didn’t go halfway when choosing an arm accessory.
Bron tilted his head toward her and murmured, “Ca va?”. Jade smiled and gave him a finger wave.
Olivia resumed speaking. “I’ve got a project in mind, Jade. One that I think you’ll be perfect for. It requires a new face, a fresh face, and I think you possess a certain je ne sais quoi that fits the bill. Are you ready to take that step, Jade?”
Jade bit her lower lip in thought. Olivia was quite the smooth-talking operator, but there was no denying her charisma. Jade was at least willing to hear more.
Olivia smiled. “I’ll tell you what. I need to check on things with the floor director. Bron can make you a drink while you wait. Give it some thought and we’ll talk when I get back.”
Without waiting for an answer, Olivia turned and swept from the room. Jade found herself feeling breathless at the sudden emptiness of the room. Olivia had quite a presence.
Jade heard a clinking sound behind her and turned. Bron had moved to the bar and was making two drinks. His every movement was measured. He was a pleasure to watch. He picked up the two drinks and made his way over to Jade.
Jade accepted the drink with a smile. He was such an attractive man. She envied Olivia the ability to attract such a specimen.
Bron smiled, as if he were able to read her thoughts. He hadn’t released his hold on the drink yet. Interestingly, he took a casual half-step closer, still smiling.
He’s flirting with me, thought Jade. Her skin warmed where his fingers touched hers.
Jade’s breath caught. His proximity was affecting her in ways she hadn’t expected. Despite his almost pretty appearance, there was no denying Bron’s jungle sex appeal.
This was Olivia’s husband. Logic dictated that she step back, break the contact. For anyone wishing to enter the world of high fashion, even looking at Bron was a bad idea. And yet here she was, giggling like a schoolgirl as Bron moved in closer, his fingertips brushing along her arms now, along her shoulder.
Gawd, he was hot. Pure sex appeal. Jade was wet, so wet she was pressing her thighs together. Her nipples were hard, pushing out against her bra relentlessly. His masculine scent was filling her lungs.
She moved closer now, pressing herself against him, heart hammering in her chest. She’d never been this close to a man like this before, a man like Bron. His hands moved over her confidently now, moved with purpose. Stripping off her blouse, her bra, leaving her topless.
I’m half-naked, she thought. Half-naked in the control room of Club Catwalk, half-naked with Olivia von Steele’s husband!
Jade paused for a moment. But her pussy was impossibly wet, impossibly needy. Her nipples were so rigid, they ached. Her hands were moving on their own, unzipping his pants, pulling out his already hardening cock. Jade needed this man inside her, needed every inch of him inside her now. His hands felt so right on her breasts, her stomach. Pulling her skirt over her hips. Removing her panties.
Her belly muscles jumped as Bron’s fingertips trailed over her belly button. Then he dipped a single finger inside her, a single digit that made her gasp. He moved it back and forth momentarily, as if he were checking her oil. Apparently satisfied with whatever he found, he suddenly slid both hands under her armpits and lifted her in the air.
The sudden sensation of flying made Jade gasp. But she was only airborne for a moment. Her back struck a wall, leaving her breathless. Bron’s fat cockhead was pressing incessantly against her sopping wet slit, demanding entry.
Jade instinctively resisted as long as she could stand it. Then her defiance wisped away and her thighs unconsciously popped open, allowing him full access. Without preamble, Bron slid his thick, powerful cock into her wet pussy.
Jade moaned, her hips bucking against him as he began stroking into her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet still clad in high heels. Wet slapping sounds echoed in the room as he drove his cock into her again and again. His heavy, weighty balls relentlessly slapped her ass.
Then Bron shifted Jade slightly, pulled her away from the wall. Jade realized he had pushed the entire length of his dick inside her, his balls pressed against her ass. Then her eyes widened as his cock started throbbing inside her.
Jade gasped, eyes wide, as she felt a hot gush surge into her belly. Eyes closed, arms wrapped around his neck, Jade shuddered as Bron shot a hot, explosive load deep inside her. And then that lava-hot surge triggered her own release and Jade found herself cumming on Bron’s cock.
Whether she had multiple orgasms for the first time in her life or just one impossibly long orgasm, Jade had no idea. All she knew was that she had no capacity to speak or act at the moment. She was barely conscious.
Bron had cum as long as she had, inseminating Jade for nearly a minute. His needs satisfied, he turned and dropped Jade onto a nearby tabletop.
Jade lay there for several long moments, her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. Then her eyes popped open when she heard a voice.
“Mon dieu, Bron!” said Olivia. “I eat at that table.”
Olivia! Oh, gawd. Jade scrambled off the table.
“Mz. Von Steele! I’m…I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me! I-“
Olivia silenced her with a raised hand.
“Shush, girl,” said Olivia. “Do not ruin the moment for me with your prattling.”
Jade blinked, her mouth still open as she tried to process what was happening. Not only was Olivia in the room and obviously aware of what had happened, she was seated in a way that suggested she had been there for some time.
She was also seated in a manner that allowed her other hand to slide up her own skirt. Olivia von Steele, fashion industry giant, appeared to be playing with herself.
Jade shook her head. “I shouldn’t…ruin the moment? What moment, Mz. Von Steele? I don’t understand.”
Olivia pointed a perfectly manicured nail at Jade’s belly. “Thatmoment.”
Although still dazed from the ruthless fucking she had received at the hands of Bron, Jade suddenly realized three things. One, she was standing in front of Olivia essentially naked. Two, Olivia was definitely playing with herself. But it was the third thing that caused Jade’s eyes to widen yet again.
It was Jade’s belly. It was beginning to swell with the early but unmistakable signs of a Chrystal Heights hyper-pregnancy. And if that wasn’t proof enough, she could feel her breasts already growing heavy with milk.
Jade’s hands clapped to her rounding belly. “Omigod! I…I’m…”
Olivia gave a lazy smile, even as her hips bucked. “You’re pregnant, sweetie. Hyper-pregnant, to be exact. Fret not, ma cherie. You were never expected to turn away Bron. You would have been unable to do so, at any rate, as Bron is an Alpha.”
Shock shot through Jade. “An Alpha?! But that…he…is that why you’re…?”
Olivia shuddered, then focused again on Jade, her hand still working inside her skirt. “What, this? No, I am immune to the effects of Alphas, my dear. I am doing this because it is exciting to me watching Mon Bron plump up the bellies of girls such as yourself. The curvature of impregnation presents such a contrast the traditionally straight lines presented by fashion models, does it not? It is chaos to the calm.”
Jade stood before Olivia, one arm across her bare breasts, the other across her widening hips. Her belly had continued swelling, growing rounder, heavier, her breasts more lush, plump with milk.
Olivia continued. “But it is not for that reason that I instructed Bron to impregnate you, sweetie. I do truly wish for you to model for me. I am producing a line of fashion paternity clothing and I require a fresh, young face to present the line to Chrystal Heights and beyond. It may not be as glamorous as you imagined, but you will still be in the spotlight as waddle across the catwalk. You will be the new face of the adorably swollen.”
