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."
"When?"
"How about tonight about eight?"
"We could call it
One night with one leg
." Marcy roared with laughter. "Yeah. I'll be here."
---oOOo---
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."
---oOOo---
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 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."
---oOOo---
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.
