The sun shone hard. On the sand, on her dark clothes, on the narrow patches of skin that showed between her clothes, on the gleaming wreckage of some god forsaken contraption, far away into the distance. She could feel the heat pulsing on her face with every step, along with clouds of sand that blew across the plains for miles, building up to astounding speed, passing through even her tightly woven scarf. Fortunately for her, she was almost there. Only a few more meters and she would be shielded from the storm once more. Raising an arm to protect her squinting eyes, she peeked at the afternoon sun and sighed.

Losing foot on the shifting sands, she caught herself on the angled stake buried in front of the main entrance. Its surface had long been smoothed out by the desert winds. From there, she passed under a high archway, circled around a lone building and reached a door embedded in a small shack adjacent to her destination. She picked up an oversized key hanging from her belt and unlocked the door, quickly making her way inside and closing it behind her. 

She shook the sand off her clothes in the doorway before untying her scarf, jumping out of her heavy boots and letting her coat slide off her shoulders. A few grains of sand had found their way in her mouth and she spit them as she hung her coat on a designated spot on the wall to her right. She slid the socks off her arms and stuffed them into the sleeves of her ragged coat along with her trusty scarf.

Hooking her arms into the fabric of her shirt, she flipped it over her head and threw it in the corner of the room, soon followed by her pants and socks. Now dressed only in her thong and neckline bra, she slipped on a pair of short black heels and moved over to her stand to start fixing her make up. She hummed along to the the muffled sound of techno music that filtered through the soundproofed walls while applying a generous amount of concealer under her eyes.

She crammed an arm in an ajar drawer and pulled it open, leaning forward to grab a stick of red gloss. She unscrewed the cap using her teeth and set it delicately on the surface before her. Both pressed together holding the stick, she raised her arms to her face to apply a layer on her lips. The door behind her opened and closed, letting in it's share of dust and sand, and she blew a kiss at the newcomer's discolored face through the mirror.



"You're here just in time." She said, putting the gloss away and closing the drawer. "Later than that and you would've been late."

"Don't be like that with me." She replied as she quickly took off her clothes. "I'm doing my best."

"We all are sugar plum. We all are."


She ran her arms through her short brown hair, giving them a messy on purpose kind of look that the wind had simply slicked backwards, then reached into her bra to prop her breasts a little higher. Finally, she crossed her legs and turned around to face her employee.


"I'm lucky I can count on you girls. It shouldn't be long now I promise."

"Well I sure hope it isn't. You know how much I love you Andy, but I can't keep this up forever."

"It's not like there's elsewhere to go, really." She scoffed, looking around at the walls around her. "Unless you can put your hands on a car and a few gallons of gas. It's not much but it's home."

"Until someone shows up with more guns and a taste for precariously standing piles of junk you mean."


She sat at her own narrow cupboard to prepare herself, pulling out quite a few different shades of foundation and setting them side by side before her. She expertly switched between them seemingly at random, applying one to a section of her face, another to her neck, a third one on a patch beside her left ear. Above her head, part of a repurposed neon sign lit up to spell her name : Moka.


Andy walked over to her. "I'm expecting a new one tonight. Her attributes fit directly into our standards."

"More than the fat girl from last week?"

She scoffed. "She wasn't fat. Like at all. Very average. Not exactly what people want to see around here. Her belly dancing was okay I guess, but far from being enough."

"I mean she's the fattest chick I've seen in years. I guess people still manage to have standards, even today. Can't wait..." She mumbled that last part, as if she wasn't giving it much of a chance.

"I'm sure you can't." She leaned forward and pointed at a spot on Moka's shoulder. "That one is new. I don't think it was there last week."

Moka twisted her neck to take a look and shrugged. "I don't keep a registry, you know. It'd be kinda hard." She gestured towards herself and Andy pouted. "Maybe I could get some good money from a regular to do it for me."


The deep brown color of her skin looked like it had been sucked out into patches of different shapes and sizes, leaving behind a bleached tint of white. A big one ran across her chest and belly, smaller symmetric spots covered her arms, shoulders, and feet, and abstract shapes sliced through her eyes or circled around her mouth. She was the only one able to apply make up correctly on her face. 

The music stopped for a moment and cheers could be heard from the main room, marking the end of the girls' performance. This meant that Moka had a little over 20 minutes left to get ready and make her entrance. Andy was about to head behind the bar to relieve Marco, who'd been filling both DJ and barman for a while now, but before she could reach the swinging door that lead backstage, it opened inwards to let Barbara and Melinda in.


"Hey girls!" A smile widened on Andy's face as she dropped kisses on their cheeks. "How's the crowd?"

"Rough." Said one.

"Weird." Said the other.

Moka took a short breather from applying her makeup. "Wait till winter comes. It gets weirder."

"I just don't get it," said the latter again, resting a hand on her hip. It was Melinda. "I don't mind truckers and the usual bunch, but this theme you got going on in here attracts a whole other lot of lunatics."

"You're lunatic-magnets yourselves, get used to it." She scoffed and Andy pressed her lips together. "Is that new routine settling in yet?"

Melinda sighed and looked away as Barbara began speaking. "It's not too bad, we just gotta remember not to store the water we use for the show in the fridge. We're freezing." She alternatively clenched her fist and stretched her fingers to get her blood flowing. "If you don't mind..."


Andy stepped aside to let them pass, taking her time to ogle the girls' perky breasts as they walked by, still glistening in a mix of water and sweat that pearled down to reach the girl's flat stomach. From the shoulders down, their body seemed to have been expertly carved out of a block of marble. Their muscular abs and slender body offered quite a treat for the customers, even more since they had learned how to act like proper performers. However, the two heads that stood side by side between their shoulders was the real sight to behold.

Two girls in one body, a body with two heads, identical heads but different girls, they did everything as one. As Melinda activated the shower in the corner of the room, Barbara closed the glass pane and fetched a bottle of lotion, which she emptied in her sister's open hand. Heads and arms moved independently like the eyes of a chameleon while still working together towards a common goal. Andy's stomach knotted as she watched them scrub their body clean, her eyes seeing perceiving them as a continuous solo lesbian show. After getting rinsed, they stepped out of the shower and, each holding on to one side of the same towel, patted themselves dry, never once hesitating or bumping into the other's limb. Then, without any consultation on their parts, they walked to their cupboard to get a minimum of clothing on and fix themselves up. From what Andy had understood over the last few weeks, each girl could basically control half of the body, Melinda the left, Barbara the right, while their torso was more a weird fuzzy mess that both could partially feel. Their shoulders themselves were slightly broader than normal, but the rest of their body was proportioned normally, as if only one person lived in it.

Andy loved to watch them move and interact with the customers, especially when stationed at the bar. They could take twice as many orders and deliver them almost as fast. The routine they had created since their arrival had been particularly popular with the crowd. It involved a lot of physical interactions between the girls, an entire bucket of water, as well as a long stare down that almost came down to a kiss... But customers had to pay for a private session to see that.


Biting her lower lip, Andy finally turned around and pushed the doors open, walked along a narrow corridor that lead directly behind the stage, turned right and sneaked passed a portion of the red curtain that framed the elevated wooden floor to her left. She debouched in the main room where several customers were having a chat, a bottle of beer secured between their hands. On most of their belts, guns rusted in their holsters, waiting to get useful.

Andy waved an arm at a few regulars. Some replied by a slight nod while others did not budge, eyeing her as she walked from the back of the open space up to lean against the counter top. On the other side of it, Marco was sipping a glass of water while keeping his eyes on the console. While he was standing on a wooden bench, his head barely reached above the worn surface of the bar. When he noticed her boss staring down at him, he stiffened visibly but kept the pose. 

"Slow day at the office?" She asked, gesturing towards the uneventfulness of the room with the stump of her left arm.

"I've seen busier hours for sure." His raspy voice was barely audible above the music. He turned around to reach a washed-out bucked from below the counter and lifted it as high as he could. It's content clinked along. "Not too shabby."


Andy tiptoed and peeked inside. Not great, but not bad either. She could see a few worthless coins that predated the War, but most looked like usable bolts.


"Go and count that from up there, I'll handle things from here."

"Yes, boss."


He set the bucket on the bench beside him before climbing down a makeshift ladder to reach the ground. Then, he slid it towards him and picked it back up, holding the handle above his head while the bucket banged on his back with every step he took. He was barely taller than the bucket itself. When he reached the DJ booth, he hung the bucket on a rod sticking out of an old bicycle chain and cranked a lever to his left. As the chain rotated, it rose several feet into the air before coming to a stop. Climbing another set of ladders, Marco reached the top of a neatly piled tower of scraped metal and sat on his chair to count the loot.

Seeing a customer approaching the bar from the corner of her eyes, Andy turned around to face him. Both elbows resting on the counter, she deliberately placed her stumps on either side of her breasts.


"Hey Ronny." He was halfway between his seat and her. "How's business?"

He snorted. "Bad. Ask the raiders. They're finding less and less stuff around. Hard to get to work without any materials."

"I get that. I myself am short of a girl or two. Trying my best to give you guys a good show but you know how it is.." She pushed she breasts together and he stared down at them with intent. She let him admire them for a bit. "Wanna have a taste?"


He reached forward, stopping his hand only inches away from Andy's breasts. He briefly detached his eyes off her chest to glance at his empty beer and frowned. First clenching his fist, he loosened his hand again and gently caressed her stump in the palm of his hand. His hands felt rough, his skin rough after years of metalworking.


She smirked. "And I thought you were short on bolts." 

He tightened his grip around her stump one last time and retracted his hand. "You know me." He snickered. After a moment, he reached beneath his coat to retrieve a shimmering dagger. "A few hundred bolts and I can guarantee you'd have a new employee in a few short weeks. Then everyone is happy."


Andy bursted into laughter, covering her mouth with an arm while the other laid on her thigh to help keep her upright. After a few seconds, she wiped away her tears and replied to a red-faced Ronny.


"Oh, thanks for the offer, Ronny. But if it's not natural it ain't coming in here."


He shrugged and put his blade back into place, putting his empty bottle on the counter top as Andy walked around it to get him another one. She pulled on the handle of one of the mini-fridges using both her arms and reached in to grab a fresh beer before closing the door again with her foot. Using the bar as support, she pressed the bottle in one of her elbow pits and twisted the cap off using her other arm before pushing it towards her customer. He dropped two rusted bolts in front of her, one for the beer, one for her touch, before turning around to reach his seat. By the time she could open the old cash register and throw in the money, he was already back.


"Quick question."

"Moka. 15 minutes."


He winked at her and took a sip of his beer as he headed out for good. For a while, everything went just as usual. At the back of the room, on lone sofas, a guy or two would flash his empty bottle and she'd make round trips to keep them refreshed. Without any hands, or pockets to stuff beers into, she could only carry two at a time. She pressed the cold bottles against her stomach with her forearms and leaned against the tables to set them down, usually giving the men a good opportunity to take a good look into her rack when she slowly arched her back. She didn't mind having to walk around more than the others and knew the customers were here to check out the girls, and herself, anyways. 

When Moka came on, Marco dimmed the lights and she began her performance. It lasted around 30 minutes, a long longer than Mel and Barb's 10 minute show, but wasn't as explicit. It involved a lot of sensual crowd interaction, role play, and humor even sometimes. Andy felt like she was improvising half of it every night. It wasn't the most popular, but it was still good enough for Andy.

Halfway through it, the twins came back from the changing room and began shopping for a new customer, strolling between tables and catching the eyes of most people around them. Leaning against a steel column in the middle of the room, Melinda was talking to a guy she had never seen in here before, enticing him to follow them into a private room behind. She ran her hand up their belly to grab Barbara's breast under the man's thirsty eyes then leaned in to whisper into his ear, brushing her tongue against his skin. Andy obviously couldn't hear what she was saying from this far away. However, she noticed Melinda kept getting interrupted by her own gasps and moans of pleasure, her abs contracting and jerking her pelvis forward every other second. She laid her hand on the table in front of them to collect herself and help her catch her breath, leaning over their potential customer in the process. On the other side of their body, Barbara was the reason for this trouble, her hand buried deep beneath their panties, her active fingers giving them both a hard time to stay focused. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lower lip to try and control their spasms every time she felt one coming. Around them, men checked their pockets for spare bolts as they stared them down.

Their timing couldn't be better, because a lot more people were coming in now. The more action there was the happier the customers would be. The loud bang that came from the the heavy reinforced door every time it closed made sure Andy wouldn't miss anyone passing by. She smiled as she paced, doing her best of managing both teasing the customers and serving them beer. 

Following a small pack of men all dressed in their clan colors, Andy noticed a lone guy, obviously new to the place. He wandered as he looked around, a mixed look of awe and confusion painted on his face. He was still wearing his pair of aviation goggles and a thick leather coat when he approached the bar. He seemed to be carrying a large package on his back.


"Ay there, you Andy?" He set his goggles on his forehead.

She nodded. "Who's asking?"

"Have a deliv'ry for ya." He turned sideways and indicated what hung behind his back. It was a girl. She sat in an intricate mesh of straps and ropes, her back against the guy's, facing the opposite direction. She raised a single finger, unsure how to behave or present herself.


"I was expecting you. Got a call you were coming by. Hey Marco?!" She looked up at him, perched on his tower. "Would you mind guiding these two to a private room?" She turned back to face them. "I'll be with her shortly."


After climbing down, he lead them through the crowd to one of the rooms in the back. Melinda's head followed the girl until she vanished from her sight before returning her attention to the guy they were hard at work on, who was now surrounded by others waiting for their turn. A few minutes later, goggles-guy was back at the bar. Andy reached beneath the bar and, hidden behind a wooden crate, fetched a clinging sack of bolts and pushed it towards him. He glanced inside and nodded. Then, he went on his way through the exit.

Andy walked up to the twins and put an arm on Barbara's shoulder to get her attention. Sticking her head in-between theirs, she whispered something to them both. By the time she was closing the room's door behind her, Barbara's hand had been wiped on the jacket of a passerby and the girls were on their way towards the bar.



Her human package was sitting at the edge of the bed nervously playing with her hands. She had raven-black hair that curled down her back, and eyes almost as dark that instantly fixed themselves on Andy's incomplete arms as she walked around the bed and sat in front of her. Her breathing quickened and she rotated to keep facing her.


"First things first. We have a policy here. Natural only." She spoke firmly, as if stating establishment rules. In some ways, they were.

"Don't worry, I.. I know. I wasn't in any accident. I was... born like this." Her hands clutched the base of her dirty tank top, crumpled around her hips.

"Don't be ashamed. The wasteland affects us all in different ways." She crossed her legs and joined her stumps on her lap. "Alright then. Hi, I'm Andy."


She extended her right arm forward, presenting her round stump to the girl as if meaning to shake hands. Taken aback at first, she slowly reached for Andy's forearm and held it loosely in the palm of her hand, shaking it just as she had done with anyone having hands. She was surprised at how firm it felt.


"Where are you from?"

"I travelled from New Houston with a friend who had some business around here. If this... works out he'll be leaving this place alone. My parents lived their entire lives near an old nuclear plant waste facility. Where I come from children aren't exactly common nor healthy. I'm one of the lucky ones."


Andy kept staring at her from head to hips, as if imprinting her body in her mind. The girl fidgeted with her fingers, uncomfortable. Finally, Andy pointed an arm at her and flicked it upwards.


"Okay, let's see what you got. Take your clothes off."

The girl was speechless. "My clo.. why, but.."

"That's what you're here for, right? We both know it. Come on. Don't be ashamed. Here, it pays good money not to."


She rested her chin against the stump of her right arm and smiled. The girl stared at Andy's arms for a long time before looking down at herself once more. Breathing in deeply, she removed her top and untied the rag that covered her hips. She ruffled her hair around her shoulders and put her hands nervously on the mattress beside her. In her underwear, Andy found her pleasant to look at. Breasts of average size, a tight waist and some good wide hips.

Of course, the latter were what really interested her. It was the first time she saw someone with such a clean lack of legs. Since the War, lots of men and women had lost body parts, but they were usually left scarred and deformed. Now, people were being born with abnormalities more than before simply because of the ambient radiation levels. It explained Andy's arms, the twins, Moka's vitiligo, and now this girl. The sight was astounding. Andy didn't have any hands herself, but her arms still extended several inches further than her elbows, giving her some leverage and one more angle to work with. But the girl's hips were empty. Absolutely barren. Supporting herself with her arms, Andy leaned in and expected them from up close. Smooth skin, no scar, just like her own stumps. She posed and enticed the other girl to copy her movements. One hand on a hip, the other running through her hair, then both hands on her breasts. She asked her to lift herself up and she did easily. The soft flesh around her pelvis drooped slightly as she rose and swung herself around the bed to Andy's demand. Then, something caught her attention.


"Oh, wow", Andy said quietly, "I didn't even notice you were also missing some fingers."

She sat in front of Andy again and joined her hands, seemingly embarrassed by it. "People rarely do." She clicked her nails together and reached down to where her right leg was missing. "You know, because... of my legs."

"Can I?"


She gently extended her stumps and, after a brief moment of hesitation, the girl presented her hands with her palms facing down. She had seven fingers in total. Three on the right hand, four on the left. Even a thumb on each one, they were a lot narrower than usual, but didn't look particularly out of place. She wedged her left arm in the girl's right palm and took time to appreciate how different it felt. She ran her other arm over her few knuckles.


"That'll do just fine. Perfect." She let her hand go and sat back on her heels. "I guess this is your first time working in a place like this?"

"Yes. Umm, I've done public freak shows once or twice but nothing as... Explicit."

"Any sexual experience?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Some consensual, yes." She waddled nervously. "Some time ago when New Houston was raided, I was captured and sold a couple times. I've been a slave for most of these past few years so I had my fair share of..." She blinked a few times. "I did what was needed to stay alive." She grabbed her tank top to put it back on but Andy swiftly snatched it from her hands. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to.."

"It's not time to get dressed yet. I have one final test for you. I want you to seduce me."

The girl stuttered. "You w-w-want me to.."

"Treat me like a customer. You're in a room with a guy and he's paid you 40 bolts. We're not far from the truth, we're already in a room. If you do well we might even send you in tonight if you'd like."


Her eyes darted around, as if she just realised where she had entered and why she had done so. Andy slipped the girl's dirty top on and laid back on a pillow, stretching her legs before her. The girl licked her lips and removed a strand of hair on the corner of her mouth, putting on a mask she had already worn before. She put her hands on her hips and slowly slid them on her skin, on her belly and towards her breasts, still hidden behind her bra. After throwing her hips once towards her fake customer, she did the same to her, reaching beneath the fabric of her top up to her chest, before dropping between her legs to tickle her inner thighs. Andy shivered, surprised at the contact of her hands so close from her own genitals. The girl pushed down on the mattress to set herself onto Andy's lap, who contracted her abs so that she could easily remove the top, and laid back again.

Sitting on her boss, she freed her breasts and clumsily reached for them, unsure how to proceed from there. Supporting herself on Andy's shoulders with both hands, she grinded her rump against her while undoing her bra to balance-out their amount of clothing. Their breasts now in contact, she lowered herself and breathed heavily in her neck as she rocked her hips side to side against her crotch. Lifting her head again, she fixed her eyes to Andy's and kissed her on the lips. Immediately, she felt a foreign tongue mingling with her own, right as the smooth skin of a stump caressed her cheek. She moved her right hand to find the other round end of Andy's arm and closed her three fingers around it, this time taking the liberty to grasp it tightly. She breathed in deeply and pushed herself away from Andy, who framed her face with her stumps, a hypnotising look in her eyes. She poked her stumps in the girl's back to bring her close again and their embrace continued, the girl's shyness evaporating along with the beads of sweat that formed on her skin. Andy moaned every time she rubbed her hips against her body, the contact of her legless hips against her pelvis sending pleasure waves across her entire body... She slid down on the bed and let the girl lay directly on top of her. She ran her hand on Andy's skin, across her breasts, down her belly, underneath her panties and finally...


They heard deafening bangs from across the wall. Like fireworks exploding indoors.

Gunshots. Just what she needed.


The girl jerked back, now upright again, hid her breasts with one arm and jumped back using the other. Andy shook her head in disbelief and waited for a few seconds. When she couldn't hear any more shots, cries or shouts coming from the main room, she slowly got up from the bed.


"Skirmish. Happens once in a while. Alcohol is one hell of a tongue loosener, you know. Would you mind?"


She threw her bra at the new girl and turned her back so that she could clip it on. She walked towards the door and propped her breasts properly in their cups. Before leaving the room, she spoke to the girl, still shaken.


"Do you need a carrier?"

The girl frowned. "Excuse me?"

"Should I send someone to pick you up? or can you walk around fine on your own?"

"I'll find my way myself, thanks."

"Good. Oh, and you better come up with a stage name. You're hired."