From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:Abbi made her way into The Zone.All things considered, it mad

From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:Abbi made her way into The Zone.All things considered, it made sense for to go to The Zone. The Zone was the most well-known hotspot in Chrystal Heights, making it a great place to showcase her skillset. No, she didn’t know the place, but she needed a job and had to start someplace. Why not start from the top?Abbi did know that The Zone was more than a bar. It was more of an industrial complex taking up a solid city block. It was built like a complex, twisted shopping mall, with multiple levels and hallways going in all directions, made up of any number of bars and shops. It was, by all accounts, an exciting place to drink, party, or even shop. Even exhilarating at times. And Abbi had heard that the deeper you went into The Zone- once you got into what they called The Edge bars- that the ambiance changed and shifted, became edgier, almost darker. Law of the jungle, even. That kind of edgy appealed to Abbi. She wanted fun, wanted stimulation, wanted breathless energy.Pushing through the crowd, Abbi made her way to the bar. “Excuse me,” she said to the bartender, her British accent clear. “Could you please direct me to any establishment looking to hire a musician?”The bartender stared at her. “Are you serious?”Abbi gave him a tolerant smile. “I’m not who you think I am,” she said, “but I’m aware of the resemblance. Now could you please give me those names?”*****Abbi sighed. She was well aware that her look, her voice, her every move was an exact replica of Avril Lavigne. Even Avril’s mother would need fingerprint results to tell Abbi and Avril apart. It was an advantage in some ways- particularly in her line of work- but it created problems in other ways.She shook her. One mistake with a stupid carnival enchanted mirror and she was stuck as a perfect replica of Avril Lavigne until she could figure out a way to revert herself. Fucking Chrystal Heights.Still, it did at least give her an outlet for her love of Avril’s music. And *nobody* could do Avril covers as well as she could. But she still needed a venue to perform in if she wanted to pay bills and occasionally eat. So she was going to have to put up with the occasional indignity.Abbi worked her way through the hallways and up a flight of stairs. Finally she saw it.The club was called “Sk8tez”. Even before she walked in, she knew what she would find. And as soon as she entered the club, she knew she was right.The inside looked and felt like a skateboard park at night. Wide, open, straight lines and angles. Lots of black with a punky edge. A band playing badly and trying very hard to look like Blink-182. Abbi felt like she was walking into a rave.She asked around until she was finally directed to the manager. The manager’s name was Milo. He was holding a case of Corona. He looked at her over the top of the case with raised eyebrows. He said, “I guess I don’t have to tell you who you look like.”Abbi smiled tolerantly. “I know,” she said. “I get that a lot.”“In fact,” he said, “it goes beyond resemblance. You look *exactly* like her.”“Like Avril,” said Abbi. “I know.”He set the case down. “So what is it you want?”Abbi smiled. “It’s more than looks,” she said. “I sing, too.”“Original stuff?”Abbi shrugged. “Mostly Avril covers. Very exact, though.”Milo thought for a few moments. “You can’t be any worse than the clowns up there now,” he said. “We can give you a test drive now, if you’re ready. What you’re wearing should be fine, since it looks like you’re rocking her goth look, but stick to her earlier songs for your set. The pop punk stuff.”Abbi rolled her eyes. “You do know there’s more to her music than ‘Complicated’ and ‘Sk8ter Boi’, right?” “Yeah, I do, smarty-pants,” said Milo. “I also know you’re at a skate-themed club and Avril’s early stuff struck a chord with a number of my customers here. My *paying* customers. So for your *audition* set, stick to her early stuff, okay?”Realizing it was no time to stand on principle, Abbi grinned. “Understood.”“Good,” said Milo. “Now go embrace your inner moppet or whatever it is you need to do to get ready to perform. You’re on in an hour. And watch out for Luka. He’s a huge Avril fan.”Abbi chuckled. “I’m a big girl,” she said. “I’ve handled enthusiastic fans before. I assure you the star-struck teeny-boppers are far more difficult to handle than a horny stalker.”Milo rolled his eyes. “Luka’s not a stalker,” he said. “Just the opposite, in fact. He-“Abbi held up her hand. “I can handle him. Just let me do my thing on stage and judge me by that, okay?”Milo chuckled. “You got it. See you in an hour.”*****An hour later, Abbi sat in a tiny dressing room waiting for the butterflies to go away. She had already met the house band and given them her music. She did stretches and voice exercises until the knock on the door.The door opened and a blonde head appeared. “Hi!” she said. “I’m Libbie. Milo told me to tell you that you go on in, like, two minutes.”Abbi nodded. “Thanks.”It was time.Abbi made a high-energy entry, engaging the immediate crowd as quickly as she could. She moved into a fast-tempo rendition of ‘Girlfriend’ and then moved on to well-known songs from Avril’s early album.The house band managed to keep up and Abbi was cautiously pleased as she continued through the set, mixing in a few genre songs, but relying mostly on Avril stuff.Abbi finally wrapped up the set with ‘Complicated’ and ‘Sk8ter Boi’ and the crowd- now larger than when she started, applauded appreciatively as she pumped her fist.Abbi left the stage and ran to her dressing room, heart racing. Performing Avril’s music was such a RUSH! The set had gone really well and Abbi was positive that Milo would let her come back. There was a knock on the door and a moment later Libbie’s head appeared. “Hi again,” she said. “Wow! You were, like, *awesome*! You totes nailed it!”Abbi smiled. “Thanks.”Libbie said, “Milo told me to tell you to, like, see him before you leave, ‘kay? I think he’s wants you to come back. And not just ‘cuz you’re totes hot!” Libbie giggled and closed the door.Abbi smiled. Then she heard another knock at the door. She raised her voice and said, “Come in.”The door opened and the best-looking man Abbi had seen all night walked in. He was dressed full-on skater, from his custom stretch beanie to his rubber-soled sneakers. His long-sleeved denim shirt hung unbuttoned over the tight dark tee-shirt stretched across his chest. His jeans were baggy.His beard was dark and cut short, framing his chiseled features perfectly. His dark hair under the beanie had a casual curl to it. His shoulders were thick, heavy. He moved like a cat. A big, predatory cat.His look shouldn’t have worked, but somehow it did. His manner suggested he could have worn this look to a rave or to a business meeting and pulled it off with equal ease. “You were fantastic tonight,” he said. “Really good.”Damn. He had *just* the right voice timbre. Like the clothes and the look, it was *perfect*.“Thanks,” she said. “I, umm, I appreciate your saying so.”He stepped closer, moving into her proximity. Abbi put up a hand, prepared to ask him to step back, but she paused as his masculine scent rolled over her. She closed her eyes and breathed in, letting it fill her lungs.Wow. He smelled *good*. So good. Her cheeks warmed as she realized she was wet.Abbi shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Performing often had that effect upon her. She smiled at him, ignoring her wet pussy.He stepped closer, inside her personal space now. Tall, several inches over six feet. But he didn’t touch her. “Her look, her voice. You even have nearly as much range as she has, you know that? I just wanted to congratulate you on a good set.”Oh, gawd. Her nipples were hard. She had taken a step backward, pressed against her vanity, but he had taken a step forward. His presence filled the room. He was so close. Abbi was wet. Sopping wet. She could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, simmering in her lower belly. Her tummy muscles were jumping. She wanted to taste him.He stepped up against her, his firm pecs pressed against her breasts. Abbi caught her breath. He reached out and swept the cosmetics from the counter behind her. Then he wrapped his big hands around her waist and lifted her, placing her butt on the surface.Abbi’s heart fluttered as he handled her so easily. Putting her where he wanted to. The way he wanted to. She closed her eyes and again breathed in his scent. Oh, gawd. She had never been so aroused in her life. His overwhelming presence held her in place. She couldn’t move.He was doing something now, his fingers deftly unbuttoning, moving, unzipping, shifting. Abbi pressed her cheek against his chest and breathed in his masculine scent. She needed him. *Needed* him. She was empty. So empty. His fingers brushed her skin. She mewled. Oh, gawd. It was there. His cock. She reached down, cupped it in her hand. Thick. Heavy. Powerful. Backed by heavy, potent balls. Formidable equipment. Her thin fingers worked over his shaft, her black-painted fingernails feminine against the masculine backdrop of his cock.Her tight leather pants were undone, were down her thighs. No, her pants were gone. How? Didn’t matter. Oh, gawd. Her clit. He touched her clit. She couldn’t breathe. She mewled again, her thighs parting easily. Without a word, he slid his arms under her knees, his hands sliding along her back until they cupped her shoulder-blades, scooping her up and off the vanity. He held her above his cock, the fat mushroom head pressing against her wet slit.Heart pounding, Abbi suddenly realized he was slowly sliding her down, slowly filling her achingly wet pussy with his cock.And then she gasped, eyes wide, as she realized she was full of his dick, her pussy pressed right against his huge balls.He lifted her, lifted her so high his cock nearly pulled free of her pussy. Then her brought her down again.He lifted her, brought her down. Lifted, brought her down.Soon it became a rhythm. A rhythm that was driving Abbi wild with heat and need. The back of her thighs were slapping against his belly, her calves sliding up and down his shoulders, her bare feet high. His cock was so hard, so rigid, and as she dropped, he was thrusting his cock into her. The sounds of his pounding were echoing off the walls, her scent filling the small room.Abbi’s eyes were glazed, her muscles lax. She was a creature of heat and need, unable to think, only to react. His rigid cock was hitting every erogenous zone inside her and she couldn’t control the action at all. He was using her as a cock-sleeve.And then he slammed into her one last time and held. There was silence for a moment as Abbi tried to rally her scrambled brains, tried to get a bearing on things. Then she felt a throbbing pulse inside her abused pussy and realized the man was unleashing a torrential flood of heated seed deep inside her.And that impossible flood was now triggering her release.Abbi moaned and shuddered as intense heat and sensation pulsed through her body, her belly muscles twitching, jumping, her limbs unable to respond to her mental commands. Her hips bucked, grinding on his thick shaft, the shaft that was pumping load after hot load deep inside her, flooding her womb. He inseminated her for an impossibly long time. Long after she had fallen back, trying to catch her breath, his shaft continued to pulse, throbbing as his semen continued to shoot inside her. And then, finally, the intense flow subsided and eased. He pulled his cock from her pussy with a wet slurp and set her bare bottom back on the vanity.He gave her a smile and patted her belly. Then he turned and walked out the door.Abbi blinked. And then, suddenly, she realized she had just been inseminated by a stranger.There was a knock at the door. Abbi looked up, eyes wide. The door opened.“Hi again!” said Libbie. “I just wanted to- oh, my goodness! I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were changing!”Abbi said, “I…I, ummm, was….”Libbie sniffed the air. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, my goodness. An Alpha was here, wasn’t he? It was Luka, wasn’t it?”Luka?!Oh, damn.Abbi hopped off the counter and waddled toward her pants. Then she stopped.Waddled?Abbi looked down at her belly. Impossibly, it was swelling.Blinking, her hands on her belly, she stumbled back a step. She could feel her breasts filling, becoming heavy with milk.Libbie giggled and picked up Abbi’s leather pants. “Here,” she said. “You’d better, like, put these on. You’re naked, you know? And preggie. Well, not just preggie, cutie. Luka got you totes hyper-preggie.”Cheeks red, Abbi slipped into her leather pants the best she could, although her swelled belly no longer allowed her to button or zip them closed. “Whew,” said Libbie, fanning her face. “Grab your shoes, cutie, and let’s get out of this room. Those leftover Alpha pheromones are gonna have *me* jumping Luka any minute now.”Abbi’s belly made it too much work for her to put on her shoes at the moment at any rate, so she carried them as she followed Libbie out the door.Finally she waddled into Milo’s office.Milo looked at her Abbi’s swelled belly and chuckled. “I see you met Luka.”Abbi blushed. “I…I didn’t realize…!”Milo shrugged. “One of the risks of working at The Zone,” he said. “Good money, but Alphas and more are all over the place. It’s why every frickin’ club and store in The Zone has to offer good maternity benefits.”Abbi’s cheeks were still glowing. “I can imagine.”“Anyway,” continued Milo, “you passed your audition, and a knocked up Avril is just as hot as a skinny Avril, so if you want to stay on as a music act, I’d be glad to have you.”Hands on her impossibly swelled belly, Abbi said, “Ummm…would the maternity benefits be, ummm, retroactive…?”Milo chuckled. “Sure. Why not? After all, that would keep things from getting…*complicated*…right? Right?”Abbi gave Milo a dark look. “I’m never talking to you again.”“Heh,” said Milo. “Now waddle home and get showered. You and your belly start tomorrow.” @spiritofavril -- source link

More pics about