Marcy had auditioned to dance at the Brass Pole a few months after the amputation of her left leg, and Candice had agreed she could have a month to show she could find an audience. After practicing and trying to develop new routines she realized it just wasn’t possible to be as erotic and fluid as before the amputation.
“Candice, I’m sorry,” Marcy said. “I’ve tried and tried, but I can’t make it work like I want.”
“Honey, I understand. I’ve put some feelers out, and quite a few people are interested in seeing what you can do. I don’t think they give a fuck if you do much more than to stand there and show off your body.” Candice laughed. “Just do a ten-minute routine.”
“How about tonight about eight?”
“We could call it One night with one leg.” Marcy roared with laughter. “Yeah. I’ll be here.”
Susan was lounging by the swimming pool at her large one-level house. That morning she had cleaned up the Brass Pole then left before Marcy talked to Candice. Susan and Marcy had started spending time together after learning that both were wannabes. And thanks to Marcy, now she could spend time without legs. She looked down at her legless hips and fondled each.
“Well that wasn’t the expected result,” Marcy said about the meeting with Candide. She leaned down and kissed Susan passionately. “She wants me to dance at eight for ten minutes. I think she believes it will help me develop my confidence.” She scoffed.
“I’d be happy to come and cheer you on.”
“At least there’ll be one in the audience.” She scoffed again. “When will your legs be back?” The potion worked from one to twelve hours depending on the dosage.
“About three more hours.”
“Good. I really need you there. I can fake it for ten minutes, even if all I do is twirl around the pole.” Marcy laughed. “I wish you could go without legs. You look delicious.”
“I’ll let you eat me.” Susan spread her opening. “I love how that feels.” She moaned softly.
Marcy settled alongside Susan and began kissing her all over. Maybe she hadn’t really been a lesbian, But the few days living there had opened her eyes to a new lifestyle.
“Darling,” Susan whispered to Marcy, “I can’t thank you enough for telling me about the potion and the fat pills. Actually being legless is so much better than I pictured it. And being fat, well that is, too.”
When Susan left for the Brass Pole, her body was back to normal. It felt odd, or worse. She knew that she had to do something, either forget about her wannabes feelings, or begin living full-time without legs. There was little doubt that the later was the right thing.
Marcy was already in the dressing room and putting her makeup on. There was no real costume to fuss with, other than a shier wrap. Most of the dance would be performed in the nude. That was nothing new, so she was not embarrassed about it. The only thing new was the missing leg, the hip stump, the scars.
“What’s the crowd like?” Marcy said to another dancer that had just finished her routine.
“Feisty.” She laughed. “Had plenty of tips.” She stepped back out and peeked at the crowd. “Seems most of them are still there. Are you nervous?”
“Nah. I’ve cut my old routine down to ten minutes. Nothing too adventurous. A bunch of rubbing my pussy on the pole, and twirling around.”
“And guys are into chicks with one leg?”
“Some are more than they are into big jugs.”
“Wow. Maybe I should lose a leg instead of getting implants.” She laughed and looked closer at Marcy’s stump. “What’s that feel like to you?”
“Like the leg is completely gone. Go ahead, feel it.”
The other dancer rubbed a hand all over the stump. “Feels good to me. I understand you asked a doctor to do the amputation, and he agreed although there was nothing wrong.”
“Uh-huh. Are you serious?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been banging a guy for a few months, and one night, and he asked me to pretend I had one leg. So we got some crutches, and I did, then we fucked a bunch while my leg was off. It was nice. Maybe that’s a little güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri crazy. I don’t know how I really feel about it.”
“Good thing he didn’t ask you to pretend you were blind.”
“I do that on my own and love it. I use some opaque contacts and see only black. I even use a white cane.”
“Do you want to be blind?” Marcy picked up her crutches and put them under her arms. “Wish me luck.”
The audience was small, maybe two-dozen customers sitting at five tables. As Marcy hopped out on stage a few began clapping and hooting. The rest nursed drinks leftover from the prior show. The lights dimmed except for the one shining on Marcy as she made the first swing around on the pole. Keeping the stump towards the customers she humped the pole a few times then twirled around on her tiptoes, throwing the shier wrap to the floor with a flourish.
Five and ten-dollar bills began dropping on the stage. A few customers were standing, leaning forward to get better looks.
“Marry me!” one said.
“Honey, I’m rich,” another said, tossing a hundred-dollar bill, but still holding more in his hand.
“You need to be with a real woman,” a lady said.
Susan sat drinking beer from a bottle. “If you were legless, you’d be better looking.”
“I agree with her,” the rich customer said, tossing another hundred.
Marcy felt a rush of excitement as she continued her routine. It was going better than in rehearsal. She looked around and found the other dancer standing nude just offstage, and making a sexual hand gesture. So Marcy wagged a finger suggesting she join her onstage for the last few minutes.
The two nude women stood close, touching here and there, seeming to enjoy it. They both knew how to improvise. The woman cupped a hand over the stump and kissed Marcy on the mouth as they moved away from the pole in a modified waltz.
“Hell, yeah-h,” the first customer roared.
Everyone was starting to get into the act, all standing, and applauding, even the women that had not been paying much attention before.
Marcy and the other dancer walked into the dressing room after a few minute encore.
“Thanks for helping,” Marcy said.
“That was so hot. I nearly had a fuckin’ orgasm watching you. But touching you like that…”
“I agree. Did you see the reaction of all the ladies?”
“Like they wanted to be like you.” She laughed.
“Would you rather be blind or missing a leg?”
“Before today I’d have answered blind. Now, I don’t know.”
Susan walked into the dressing room and hugged Marcy. “That was fantastic.” She looked at the other dancer. “Thanks for helping her.”
“I could tell.” Susan snickered. “Did you hear that one man wanting you legless? Whoa. Imagine crawling around for them.”
“Would you?” the woman said.
“Sure. One guy was tossing hundred’s at me, and that was with one leg. How much for no legs?” Marcy laughed. “If you want to continue the conversation about you losing a leg, let me know.”
The other dancer’s name was Ester, and she sat on her own bed fondling the new stump of her left thigh, thanks to Marcy’s gift of a vial of the potion. It would last just an hour but that would be long enough to know what to do next. She took a few selfies and sent one to George, her devotee friend and current boyfriend.
“What do you think?” she included as text along with the picture.
“How?” he replied instantly.
“Not what I asked.”
“Be that way next time we see each other.”
“Okay. When will that be?”
“If I wasn’t at work, I’d say in a few minutes. How about tonight? Will you still be missing the leg?”
“We’ll see. LOL. Yeah. I’ll change the sheets. LOL.”
She tossed the iPhone onto the nightstand and walked around on her crutches. Undressed she could look down and see the mid thigh length stump. It could have been any length but when she would pretend for George he seemed to like having it longer rather than off at the güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri hip the way Marcy’s was.
Ester was an average height, slender, with blond hair, and with a nice shape. While she was dancing on stage with Marcy, she found herself turned on by her roll of belly fat. Why, Ester wasn’t sure, but then she wasn’t sure why she was about a missing leg, or being blind.
Being blind had been her goto erotic experience for years. As a child she had a close friend that was, and the girl had taught her all about not seeing. Then as an adult she found the opaque contacts and began spending time as a blind woman, even taking the bus downtown and walking around alone using her white cane. There was no way to do that and use crutches, but if she was missing an arm then she could.
The hour ended, and her leg returned. She drew the potion into the syringe then injected her left arm just above the elbow. It looked good that way as she rubbed the end. She closed her eyes and used the white cane. It seemed to work as well as with two arms.
It was awkward inserting the contacts with one hand, even using the stump as an aid, but finally she had both in her eyes, and could see nothing. Not bothering with undergarments, she dressed in a short dress and flat shoes.
George arrived at Ester’s and was surprised about the missing arm but quickly put it together when he saw she was using her white cane. They had been out with her blind and he enjoyed the experience almost as much as Ester did. He pulled the stump to his lips and kissed for a long moment. “I love it like this.”
“I liked it when I was missing a leg, but I couldn’t be blind, too.”
“Right. Have you tried it shorter or maybe below the elbow?”
“Not yet. This was my second try with a stump.” She explained about the potion and how it lasted up to twelve hours. “I have about eleven more with this one.”
“Wow. I could really get into this.” He chuckled. “Let’s go out and have some burgers.”
Their favorite bar was a few blocks away, but they drove five miles past it to one they had never been to in hopes that no one they knew would recognize them. Unlikely, because Ester had a following at the Brass Pole. She wore a black wig which helped with the disguise.
The booth where they sat was along one wall back in the rear of the room. Most customers were sitting at the bar or at the tall tables near there. George ordered two bottles of beer and burgers.
“Any reaction?” Ester said once the waitress walked away.
“Nothing from anyone. It’s like were aren’t even here.”
She rubbed the end of the stump. “Good.”
“What if something happened and you were really like that?”
“You know, I’ve asked myself that, too. And the answer is always that I’d be okay. I remember when you first told me about your interest in amputee women and how I thought that was a little odd. But, then I thought about pretending to be blind. Then, I pretended to be missing my leg a few times for you.”
“Yeah-h that was hot.”
“I guess I liked it to. But that was hard to admit to myself.”
“Candice had a dancer that was an amputee. During her routing, she asked me to join her. I guess that made me realize just how much I wanted to be missing a limb.”
“This is the lady that gave you the potion?”
“Yeah, Marcy. But, Marcy actually had her leg amputated at the hip. During the dance, I touched it a few times. Wow.”
“More than being blind?”
Ester sucked the mouth of the bottle and swallowed a few gulps of beer. “I haven’t decided. How would you want me?”
“Since it’s temporary that changes things a bunch. How about no legs and no arms? They call it being a torso.”
Ester softly gasped. “Really? I think I might have just had a small climax.” She snickered. “Who’d help with everything?”
“Would I also be blind? Tell me the truth. What besides being a torso?”
“Ah, ah,” George stammered.
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The waitress set the two plates on the table along with two more bottles of beer. She asked if they needed anything else then walked away. Ester felt around and found where everything was then cut the burger in half before taking the first bites. She used the arm stump as a prop a few times. It would be okay having one arm.
“I can get excited around a roll of belly fat.” He chuckled. “Guess you don’t have to worry about gaining weight.”
“If I was, let’s say, fifty pounds heavier, but not an amputee, how would you feel about that?”
“One and not the other? Sorry. I was hoping for both. Like a belly plus a missing leg.”
“No teeth?” He grinned.
“I’ve known a few women that had their out just to better please men orally. Is that what you’re thinking?”
“Not necessarily. I just like the look. It’s usually not obvious. Hey, how about a split tongue?”
“I almost had mine split a while back. I changed my mind because I’d started hearing bad things about the guy. I’d do that before I had my teeth out.”
“So let me get this straight. I need to have my tongue split, gain fifty or more pounds, and lose my leg. Anything else?”
He held her left hand and dragged a fingertip over the little and ring fingers. “Lose these, and maybe the middle one.”
“George, I might as well be a torso. How can I truly please you?”
“I’m just happy we can talk about such things. Order more of the potion and we can spend time experimenting with you missing different limbs. Or you could just stay like that.”
“I wouldn’t mind gaining weight.”
“You keep mentioning fifty pounds as if that’s a special number. What’s up with that?”
Ester put the burger down and sat up straight, looking in his direction although she couldn’t see anything. “The same lady that gave me the potion also gave me some pills that will grow a big belly for half a day. Each pill is good for fifty pounds. I could take one or two.”
“Or three.” George chuckled. “Of the things that we’ve talked about pick three you’d want.”
“Hmm,” she hummed then ate the last of the burger. “That’s difficult. I could imagine that it would change over time.”
“What if it couldn’t?”
Ester swirled some beer around inside her mouth then swallowed. “I think being chubby would be number one.” She drank some more. “If I was blind then I’d be missing an arm like I am now. Otherwise one leg.” She sighed deeply. “I’d need to spend time each way before I could decide about that.” She smiled. “Then, it’d be between a split tongue and having all my teeth out. What about dentures? I don’t think I’d want them. Would you mind?”
“Are you kidding? I’d be in hog heaven. I mean that in a good way.” He chuckled.
“I don’t know if I could continue dancing if I was missing a leg or an arm. I’d need to find a new way of making money.”
George took a long moment to think about what to say next. “How serious are you about being blind? If we had a way, would you?”
“George, darling…I’d need to feel secure in a committed relationship.” She felt her eyes. “I once went a month without seeing. I was almost ready to find an eye doctor when the guy dumped me. I guess I could have managed, but it’d be better with someone. Most things I can do when I can’t see…of the things I can’t driving is the biggie.” She chuckled. “I can cook, clean, and take care of myself just fine. I take the bus. It’s a major change. It’d be easier to decide to have an amputation.”
“When do you dance again?”
“I haven’t seen the schedule yet. I only do that a few times a week and that gives me enough to pay my bills and have some left over. Why?”
“Listen, maybe we started this off for casual sex, but I think we’ve discovered some things in common; enough we should think about the future now. I’m not just saying that. I love you. I did from the start. Live at my place. Take the fat pills. Spend a week blind with one arm, then a week with one leg. Heck, we could get a wheelchair and you could be missing both legs. I’m sure we can find a way that we can both be very happy.”
“Are you sure it’s not my black wig making you say that?” Ester laughed. “It’s crazy, but that’s what I want to do. Promise me that you will let me know if you start to lose interest.”