"Where are you taking me?"

"Don't you know what a surprise is? Be patient."


I've had this blindfold on for so long I have no idea where I'm at now. We obviously got into the car, went left leaving home, but after that, I'm not too sure. I think we went on the highway for a bit, but I could be mistaken. She's been driving in complete silence ever since.


"Can I have a hint?"

"You'll know when you get there. That's all you need to know."


She turns on the radio for the rest of the ride. I can feel when the car jumbles up a parking lot and soon enough, she stops the engine. As soon as we get out of the car, a million ideas begin racing through my head. But the loud music is a pretty good giveaway. We're already in the doorway when she let's me use my eyes again and they immediately meet the bouncer. I present my identification, confused and excited at the same time, and follow her through the hall. The main room is pretty wide and feels cosy. Booths are set up with cushionned seats and are placed in an arc around a central pole identical to the one on the main stage. There's no denying this is a strip club. The place is surprisingly packed, with a lot of the seats taken up by groups of people, and others by lonely old men, but I have yet to see another girl who is neither a stripper nor my friend. 


"Ohh, okay, I see where this is going. I'm guessing there aren't gonna be a lot of male strippers for you to.." I let her fill the rest of that sentence in her head and click my tongue instead.

"Just because I have a boyfriend doesn't mean I can't enjoy a good pair of..."

"Good evening, dears." The voice comes from behind us and Emily jumps around in shock. "Welcome to our fine establishment. I am Carla, nice to meet you. Is it your first time coming in here?"

"Yes." We say in unison. "We're not from.. around here." Em adds.

"Good, good, then let me get you seated. This way please."


As we follow her around a few tables to two sofas facing the stage, I try not to look at her ass too hard. I mean, it is a stripclub, but do I have to be so rude so quick? Moreover, she's wearing summer shorts, it's not like she is completely naked. I look around briefly to see if there are other girls around, but don't seem to spot any, for now. I sit down beside Em, who almost seems more excited than I am.


"Something to drink to begin the night?" We look at each other. "Any good night has to start with at least a beer, doesn't it?"

"An IPA for me please." Em says. "With a straw"


I turn to Em to, as I usually do, throw her a look of exaggerated disgust when she demands her straw. She shrugs and I turn my attention to our server again, who's reached into her back pocket for a tiny notepad. As she holds it up, I notice her right hand is missing a few fingers. Three, to be correct. On opposite sides of what can roughly called a hand, her two fingers cling on the edge of the paper. She retrieves a pen that's been hiding on her ear, beneath her hair, with a perfectly normal-looking left hand.


"Bud." I blurt out the word like it's a mudcake. She aquiesces at my barking.


A few seconds later and she's back with our order, one bottle in each hand, the two fingers on her right clamped tight against my beer. As I retrieve it, my fingers brush against hers and I feel my blood rushing through my ears. I take a deep breath and try to act as if nothing happened, because nothing did, really. I'm just a guy getting his beer. 

Apart from our waitress, I don't see any other girls around. Maybe we're in a shift change. People going in, others leaving for the night, it has to happen here too..


"Psssssst." Em is trying to be subtle.

"Hum?" I raise my eyebrows.

"How do you like our waitress?"

"Well she's pretty, what of it?"

"I thought you might have like her...." She jams her beer between her thighs and raises two jazz hands, and it takes me a second to realise what it means.

"Are you saying you brought me to a...."


I can't quite finish my sentence because there's a sudden crescendo in the music that covers both our voices. Soon enough, introduced one by one by the DJ, the girls make their entrance. And there are a lot of them, too. From a corner of the room to my right emerge a series of girls all prettier than the one before. While I do take a look at the general appearance of each of them, as well as their naked breasts, of course, I quickly realise what's happening and focus on what interests me most : what they lack. The first one is missing her left hand. She waves at the crowd with her stump, her only hand set on her hip, stopping her eyes on me for a split second before making her way deeper into the room.


"Holy shit Em. I don't know what to say..."

"Then just watch." She points with her chin and I turn back around.


Another one, two girls behind the first, is also missing a hand, as well as the majority of her forearm, but on the right side of her body. If I counted right, four others girls are also missing part of an arm, cut short somewhere between the wrist and the elbow. It seems to be more common than I would've thought. However for one of those, the second one that came into the room, it looks cleanly cut right at her left shoulder, with the articulation present but no sign of an actual limb. Among the crowd, two girls sport brightly decorated prosthetic legs and walk along the aisle in synch, their hands on their hips. For yet another one, her arms are cut short and stop a few inches down her elbows, raised high in the air as she grinds her ass on an unsuspecting customer right beside us. Em seems as fascinated as I am, although she probably isn't as wet as I am hard. 


"Woah.." She mutters. "I kinda feel bad now. Makes me wanna.... I don't know. Hide my hands in my pockets or something."

I tap her thigh on the side and point directly ahead of us. "Would you look at that..."


The last girl of the bunch reveals herself a bit late, but that can be excused. Accompanied on the stage with her theme song, she swings the curtain to the side with her only available limb : her left arm. She holds the pose for a bit before pushing herself forward a few feet towards a customer she seems to recognise to blow him a kiss. Then, as she progresses forwards, I get a clear view of her rump: completely legless, empty just like her other shoulder. Now in reach of the dancing pole, she drops on her back to feel her breasts in front of the crowd before flipping over on her stomach and pulling herself upwards again. 

A clinking sound brings me out of my torpor. It was Emily's beer against mine.


"Happy birthday my little freak." She winks at me and we drink.

"Thank you so much I...." I take another good look around. Most of the girls are either serving drinks to customers, or looking to drag new ones in a cabin with them. "I never imagined such a place could even exist. How did you..?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't have any reason to keep me as a friend."


As I'm watching a girl from afar, she catches my eye. No longer in roaming mode, she starts zooming in on me. Zigzagging in-between tables, her eyes still fixed on me, she makes sure to take her sweet time as I drop my gaze and analyse the rest of her body. It's the girl with no hands. As she gets closer, I can get a better look at her forearms, stopping just a few inches shy of her elbows.

Without saying a word, she bows down and sets her arms on the table, her stumps set against eachother. She presses her breasts against her arms as she ogles me down, perhaps enticing me to make a move, or get a few bills out of my pocket? No. She just.... Stays there. I resist the urge to take a hold of her stumps, and simply look at them, more even than her breasts, all four on spectacular display. Em also seems to enjoy the show, while also uncertain about what's to follow. She leans towards Emily to whisper something in her ear and she quickly nods, smiling. The girl also seems satisfied. She straigtens herself and gestures at me with a stump. Uncertain, I shift on my seat and feel Em's hand touch my shoulder. I look at her, then at the girl again, just in time to see her mouth a few words: "Follow me".


We both get up and follow her across the open space, the toppled chairs, and the acclamation from the public for the show on stage, down to a darker corner of the room. I can see her lips moving, but nothing comes to my ears. "....room number 6..." is all I can decipher. I decide that it should be enough. After a last look at me and Emily, she blows me a kiss and disappears behind a nearby curtain.


"Emily, this is....." I can't find the words. "She was..." I raise my hands as to explain something but my brain refuses to cooperate. It's like being piloted by a cup of pudding. I look around me, then at the door, and my stomach knots. I frown and Emily immediately grabs one of my hands. 

"Happy birthday. Now... go enjoy your treat. I really think you'll like it."

She kisses me on the cheek and taps my chest twice before turning me around and pushing me in the back. I turn the knob and enter the pitch-black corridor that stretches ahead. When I close the door, a faint red light comes to life, allowing me to navigate and make my way forward. I come to a corner and go left, pass a few closed doors until I come up to room #6, like the girl told me. I approach my knuckle to the door, as if to knock, but decide to press my ear against the door instead. Nothing. I slowly walk in.


"Hello?" I whisper.

"Hey, please come in. I was waiting for you."


I didn't catch where the voice was coming from. There's nobody on the bed, and with nothing but the dim light coming from a single fixture on the wall, I don't see anyone else standing in the room.


"You were?"

"Of course, your friend made a special reservation for you." Only now do I see where she is: sitting in a rotating leather chair, facing away from me. "She must like you quite a lot to have brought you here."

"She does, but as friends. Not a lot of people know about my uhh..... "I don't know what I should call it..." taste for this kind of stuff, so I'm glad that she kept it low after I told her."

"That's veeeeery kind of her." Her voice runs down my ears like strawberry jam, so smooth and sweet. "For tonight, you can call me Lexi. I have a few things to say before we start. I'm gonna double the time for which she paid for for two reasons." There's a short, but calculated pause. "First, because I know it's your birthday today."

"Oh, thanks... Lexi. You probably get a lot of young people coming in on their birthdays I presume."

"Yes, but I usually do not care. Not because I'm heartless, but because I can't give away money for free everyday, this is my job after all." Another pause. "But secondly, and most importantly, because Carla showed me how you looked at the other girls. How you devour them from afar, how hungry you are for them. You're not here for the freak show like most, you're here for the good reasons. Of all the clients I've had, I think you're gonna be the one who'll make the best out of it."

"Alright", I say, still a little shy. "This is my first time in a club like this."

"Don't worry then. I'm gonna take very good care of you, at least at the best of my... capacities." I can hear her breathing for a few seconds before she starts talking again. I hesitate, not sure if I should walk towards her or not. Before I finally decide to move, she does speaks again. "Now, why don't you come over here and turn me around."


I take my shoes off and walk towards the back of her chair. Her hair, dyed black so dark it's almost blue in this light, held up in a messy bun, are the only part of her body that I can see from here. I take a big step and kneel right before the chair and give it a swing. I instinctively look for her eyes first, but I soon forget my manners, lose control of my jaw, and drop my gaze to the rest of her body. In my boxers, my erection springs up.


She attempts to cross her.... Well her legs, two stumps so short they don't make it to the edge of her seat, and looks down at me. "What do you think? Does your friend know your taste in women well?"


My eyes are racing all over her. At her small yet perky breasts, at the delicate curve her body traced between her hips, her waist, and her breasts, but mostly at her limbs. Resting at her sides, her arms are just as short as her legs. Around her right, a golden bracelet has been wedged up, slightly denting her flesh. My mouth opens and closes like I'm a fish out of the water. 


"Does she?" She asks again, a satisfied smile on her face. I nod, deciding it's better not to risk saying anything in this very moment. "Good." She whispers, bringing the arm with the bracelet up to the side of her mouth, as if telling me a secret. "Now, I need a little help getting out of this chair, don't you think?"


Pouting her lips, she bends forward and caresses the armrests back and forth with her stumps, her eyes meeting mine again. Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck. She's so freaking hot, she's everything I've ever.... I've made countless scenarios, situations, stupid scenes with amputees to imagine, to try to guess, but now it finally....... I shake my head. Alright fuck, get your shit together, play it cool. She knows it's your thing, she knows you like it. She knows that you like amputees. She knows you want to touch her deformed body, feel how grotesque it is, as well as being a creep about it. She's here exactly because of this and so are you, so just.... try to enjoy it. It shouldn't be hard. 

She straightens herself and gestures me to come forward with her chin. When I place my hand in her armpits and lift her up, I'm surprised at how light she is. Of course, I know the math. She weighs a little more than half of what she would be compared to having all of her limbs but I'm... amazed by it. It's the first time I've even talked to an amputee, let alone touched or cradled one in my arms. I know there are a few at university because I've come across them a few times at random but I never said a thing about it. A guy with a prosthetic foot, a girl missing a hand, which I conveniently bumped into once when I was trying not to stare too much, so nothing too major. But this is... unreal. Although it really is. Her arm stumps are so close to my face I could kiss them, yet I barely look at them, still frozen in my surprise. She's looking at me strait in the eye as I carry her over to the bed and delicately set her on the sheets before sitting next to her. The mattress wobbles up and down as she waddles my way and, after taking a deep breath, she throws her arms forward to boost herself up on her legs and lays her right stump on my shoulder. 


She murmurs in my ear. "Where should we start?" Supporting herself on my shoulder still, she slowly walks on her stumps and lifts her leg over my thigh. I give a gentle push on her ass, my hand inches away from her stubby legs, as she sits on my lap, her left leg rubbing against my crotch. "I think someone's warmed up already." My dick is indeed pressing against the inside of my boxers and she can definitely feel it on her stump. After running her arms across mine, she reaches under her breasts and pushes them upwards. 

"I uhh..." I take a deep breath and nervously lick my lips, staring down her modest cleavage. "I would.." I bring my shaking hands to her waist and clumsily feel her sides up to her shoulders where I hesitate for a bit before continuing upwards on her neck.

"Come on, sweety, don't be shy. I know you want to touch them."


Letting go of her boobs, she rotates her arms around to fit them into my palms and my vision blurs for a moment. I had the feeling that all the girls were born to work here, and the smoothness of the skin on her stump definitely confirms this. Her flesh is confident and firm, exactly like her body had intended it to look like. No extra flesh, no lengthy scars; precisely and genetically flawed. I run my thumbs on their end looking for flaws, as if trying to convince myself that this is really where they stop. I slide my hands from her stumps to her shoulders and feel herself leaning backwards. I put a hand behind her back and gather my courage.


"I'd like to watch you for a bit, if you don't mind. And then we can... Uh, you know.." 

"Of course, of course. I thought you might ask that. As you wish."


Sill arched backwards, I bring her back towards me and she flips her head forwards, messing up her hair and sending it wildly across her face. As I am retracting my hand, she boosts herself on her legs and catches it between her arms, only a few inches off her face. I raise my eyebrows, surprised at her accuracy with a reach so short. She lowers her stumps, bringing my hands close to her chest. Again, she reaches under her breasts to push them up, this time into my waiting grasp. Throwing her head back again, she curls her tongue between her teeth and produces three short whistles. Almost immediately, I can hear the door open, thinking I must've done something wrong. They're going to throw me out!

But it isn't the bodyguard. It's another girl. Tall, dark haired also. She's wearing revealing underwear, her bigger breasts bouncing with each of her steps. Without skipping a beat, she reaches out and delicately touches one of Lexi's arms, letting it slip in her hand before kneeling next to her on the bed and dropping a kiss on her lips. Her other hand slides up the back of her neck to carress her hair and clear her face of the mess she caused a few seconds ago. Lexi, delighted, flimsily holds on to the newcomer's face with the edge of her arms, her limbs ever so short, ever so smooth against the other's skin. Still sitting awkwardly beside them, I push myself back against the back rest and remove my pants, my right hand now in my boxers. The limbed girl on her knees, she pushes Lexi's face against her breasts, first delicately, then shoving it between the two with a look of honest amusement on her face.

Backing off slightly, Lexi manages to grab one of her breasts between her arms and expertly locks the nipple between her lips. First running her tongue across the areola, she gently starts sucking on it, much to the delight of the other girl. As small and as limited she might be, she's the one that looks in control right now. Slowly, the girl places her legs on Lexi's sides and starts leaning back, lifting Lexi on top on her while she's still hard at work on her breast. She moans softly, her eyes shut only halfway. While I revel on the lesbian action, I unconsciously look for defects in the new girl's body. If all girls that work here were born different, why does she look so normal? So complete? The way her arms articulate and run up to her shoulders, how her legs bend slightly every time Lexi suckles on her breasts... In this moment, it only reinforces Lexi's malformations.

The comparison is striking. On top of the other girl, as she lifts her torso up to kiss her, I can see how inept her limbs are. She can't hold, she can't grasp, she can't anchor herself. Her arms slide on the other girl's skin. Wanting to push herself forward, her legs kick the empty air. She looks more animal than human, having to use her mouth like a makeshift limb. When the girl decides she has had enough, she simply places her hands on Lexi's ass and flips them both over, sinking her knees into the mattress to assess her position, her hands nailing Lexi's arms to the bed and covering them almost entirely. Unable to protest, her small body follows her decisions like she's nothing more than a sentient pillow. The girl plunges her face between Lexi's breasts and the roles have been switched. Now moaning herself, her limbs twitch out of pleasure at the four corners of her body like empty sleeves on an oversized t-shirt. She bites down on her lower lip and arches her back to fight the other girl's weight pressing down on her. 


I try to speak but the words die before they can reach the open air. I clear my throat and start again. "It's my turn now." The show slowly comes to a stop and the other girl looks up at me. "Thank you."

"You are most welcome." Even if she whispered, her voice is ear-splitting. It is so high pitched that I am surprised I am able to actually be able to hear it. "Enjoy the rest of your night."


Before standing up from the bed, she entices me to hold her hands, which I do. Then, she quickly pulls her arms in and with a subtle *plop*, both of her hands detach near her elbows, revealing two stumps that look just as natural as Lexi's. In this penumbra, and the current state of my brain, I didn't even recognise her from a few minutes ago. I drop the plastic hands to the ground as she places her stumps on my cheeks and kisses my lips. I shake myself out of my lethargy and reach for her arms right as she starts stepping away from the bed. She stops for a moment, letting me feel the deliciousness of her lack of hands, and just how narrow her arms really are, if only once, before finally leaving the room.


"Well someone's starting to be at ease." Lexi says, still laying on her back before me. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean you seemed afraid to touch me a minute ago.." Still speaking, she pushes herself over on her belly and props herself on her stumps. "and right there I thought you'd fondle her arms for the rest of the night." She prowls towards me on all fours, her small breasts brushing against the sheets. "Don't you want to have a taste of this?"


As she finishes her sentence, she starts scaling me up, alternatively poking my stomach and chest with her stumps until she can sit back down on my lap. I take my hand out of my pants and stroke her cheek with the back of a finger. She closes her eyes and as she is about to lift her arm into my hand again, I meet her halfway down on my own accord. I cradle her arm using my two hands and kiss it gently. First on the sides, but soon enough directly on the tip of her stump, feeling the absence, the lack, the deformity. She seems delighted. I run my thumb on her shortened bicep, up to her shoulder and back down again to her stump, and three times again, then burying my nose in the spot between her neck and shoulder, between her collarbone and her shoulder blade. I grab her second arm and barely manage to make them meet, right above her breasts, then move my attention to her eyes, looking back at me with sensuality. I'm not sure if she's acting or if she's actually enjoying herself but right now, I couldn't care less. I let myself slide on my back to get a gorgeous view of the underside of her breasts right before she falls forward.

Her face stops an inch above mine, right as I feel her stumps jabbing me in the chest. I push her nose to the side with mine and make my way to her lips to have a taste of her minty breath. I slide one of my hands down on her ass and clench it tightly as we kiss, venturing further down on her thigh, surprised to reach her stump almost immediately. Between her cheeks and my own skin, I can barely fit the width of my hand.


"They're so short, it's almost too bad." I say in a whisper against her lips. "Such a waste."

She pushes her limbs aside to fall flat against my body, allowing me to properly massage both of her legs. "I'm not the only quad that works here, and the other one's got longer limbs. We can end his right now and I can give her a call if you want."

"Like you can even hold a phone." 


She lifts herself and puts on an offended look. Then, as she tries to slap me, I easily grab hold of her arm, then of the other, and bring her back to me. Pressing her against my body, I sit up in the bed and flip us over like pancakes. Lying on her back, she lets her pitiful limbs fall away from her. I could easily fit her in a backpack and bring her anywhere I wanted, and she couldn't even do a thing about it. I could bring her home and lock her in my room and never in a million years would she be able to open the door to get out... But I won't. I don't even slightly want to. When I look at her ineptness, I would much rather take care of her than cause her any harm. I spot a few condoms on the nightstand, step aside to remove my clothes and come back to kneel over her again. I'm about to tear it open right as she lifts her arms towards me. Can she even..... I shake my head and give it to her before I start overthinking things, but she simply swings it to the side, her meager limbs barely managing to send the condom off the bed.


I freeze. There's something on her mind, I'd bet my life on it. I can see it at the back of her mind. "Am I not supposed to...."

"I'll let it pass just for tonight." She pauses, thinking, meticulously placing the words in the right order inside her head. "It's just...." She takes a deep breath. Behind her eyes, a dam collapses into a million pieces. "I wish.. that you could see yourself through my eyes. I've never felt so normal, so wanted for who I really am in my entire life. Most people that come in here do so for the thrill ; They've never fucked a handicapped girl before and they wonder how it is. Or worst: they do it on a dare, to impress their friends, but have a hard time looking at me without shuddering; they're disgusted. Sometimes maybe it's because they don't even know what they want anymore.. But not you." She lifts her torso using her left arm, "Your friend brought you here specifically for this reason.", and offers me her right. 

"Lexi I...."

"For the first time in my life, somehow, I don't feel like a complete freak. When you touch my arms, it's out of desire. When you reach for my stumps, you're not repulsed. When you lift me up, you do so gently. And when you look at me, I get the feeling I can finally stop feeling so ashamed of this... of.... me."


I stare back at her for what feels like forever. Both of us immobile, her arm suspended in the air, our bodies pressed against one another. In this light, the irises looking back at me seem black. I study the rest of her face; her delicate chin; her dark hair, falling off her bun to drape the sides of her face; her eyebrows, burrowed in uncertainty; and only then do I look back at her arm. Like a wooden stick covered in flesh, it really, truly, most definitely ends in a handless, fingerless stump, just like her three other limbs.


Her voice is now nothing more than a whisper. "Please." 


I sit in front of her and take her arm in my hand, feeling its length, mostly the lack of any, removing the bracelet along the way. I grab it firmly and reach for the other one to straighten her up. I run my hand across her hair as I look into her eyes once more, place my hand behind her head and land a kiss on her lips. For a moment that feels both like an instant and an eternity, it's like the entire world has gone silent. I can't hear the blood rushing in my ears, nor the music on the other side of the walls, nor my own breathing. Then, as I feel the air leaving her lungs through her nose and onto my skin, everything comes back at once. I sigh, and we kiss again, only with more intensity. My other hand reaches for her waist to pull her small body to me, her breasts pressing against my chest, her stumps holding on to the sides of my neck, doing their best to portray the flurry of emotions she must be going through. Her legs move up and down against eachother near my groin. My hands move beneath her hips and I lift her up, only to lay her back down on the bed. She lifts her legs and I promptly sling her string across the room.

Right as I'm about to enter her, I stop, suddenly remembering why I'm here. My birthday, Emily, the beers, the bar, this room..... Right. I'm her client. That's the deal we've made. I can try to trick myself all I want, but she's seen a ton of guys pass by. Dozens, maybe hundreds... Is every thing she told me all part of her regular little scenario? I look around the room, like looking for a teleprompter.


"Hey..." Her voice is soft and compassionate. Just like when I first heard it earlier. "Is something wrong?"


She covers her breasts with her arms and fidgets with her legs, tickling my inner thighs. I look down, right as her lips stretch to form half a smile. The stripper, the character, the performance, I can't seem to find any of those in her eyes. 


"No". I whisper. "Nothing will ever be wrong again."


I lift her legs strait up and penetrate her. Her arms fall to the side and sink in the thick mattress every single inch of the way as she brings them up against her ears. She closes her eyes and starts moaning softly, bringing her stumps back down on her breasts to play with her nipples. 

I forget the walls around me and focus all my attention to her. Her legs meagerly anchored under me, she rolls her hips along with my movements, her only possible contribution in this position. Before long, I slow the pace down and roll to the side, leaving her wanting and completely exposed. As I lay down on my back, I let her climb on top of me, and the deliciousness of her lips meets mine once again. I put my hands on her hips to help guide her but she clicks her tongue, swinging her hair back and staring me down. Then, like a koala bear climbing down a tree, she painstakingly lowers herself on my dick, helped by nothing else than the precise yet ineffective movements of her stumps. Angling her legs on me, she manages to move her pelvis up and down on her own, putting her in control and allowing me a break so short it ends right as it was about to start.


She relaxes her legs to slide back onto me. "This is a lot more straining than it looks like." She's unsurprinsingly completely out of breath. It has to be exhausting to have to squirm and worm around like she does. "Can you make me bounce on your.... Ohhhhhh my god... *inhales* Ahhhhhh that's the ..... ohhhhh."


As soon as she asked, I pushed her up and thrust myself deeper into her, lifting her body off the bed. My hands secured on her waist, I make her squeal by bouncing her on my dick. As of now, the stumps of her arms can't seems to find a good resting spot. One moment they're by her sides, the other they're tousling her hair, feeling her breasts, or up on her face, wiping off the sweat in her eyes. She gestures me to come closer and whispers a few words in my ear. Immediately, I press her against me and lift her off the bed, her arms on my shoulders, her legs spread wide, her face close to mine, entirely at my mercy. We're still hard at it when she cums, her arms clutching my neck harder than before, her head thrown back, and her face frozen in an expression between horrible pain and endless bliss. When at first I wasn't sure how long I could be able to last, now I'm not sure I'll be able to cum at all. Gradually, I slow down until I'm simply holding her into my arms, our bodies still locked together like matching jigsaw pieces.

There's a knock at the door. "That's 5 minutes left." She says after taking a few deep breaths.


In the room, the lights seem  to lighten a bit. I can see her with more detail, just like the rest of the room. Against my body, I feel her legs wiggle and suddenly realise what just happened. She kisses me again and whispers in my ear. I set her on the bed and sit next to her, not knowing what to say or think, now that our little contract has come to an end. Was it all just that?


"Lexi, um.. I... What you said earlier.... Did... Does it... Listen, I had a really g..." She places an arm against my lips to shut me up. The feeling of her rounded limb against my skin flips my brain upside down in my skull. I catch her gaze and her arm on its way down to her side. If she had had a hand, I know she would be holding mine as hard as she could.

"Me too." Her smile is sincere. "You have to go back to your friend, now. If I was her, I'd start to worry about you. Not that I can be dangerous to anyone." She winks at me and fixes her hair back and out of her face. "But, before you do that, I have a little something for you."


She turns around and falls on all fours, walking up to the bedside table more rapidly than I would've thought possible. As she opens up what I thought would be a drawer, it reveals itself as more of a wooden slab with pieces of paper scattered on it. She cranes her neck to grab one with her teeth and closes it again, only to raise her head to the wall beside the bed where she finds a marker and pinches it between her lips. She makes her way back to me and spits them on the mattress. A photo of her in a bubble bath, her short arms on display, serves as a background for her phone number. 


"Flip it around and hold it steady, would you." Grabbing the marker again, she bites the cap off and, holding it with her stumps, promptly starts writing something I can't see. "There you go." She seals the marker again. 


I flip it over only to discover another phone number: Hers. Not the job's, not the perfomer's. It's right there, still a little wet, marked in exaggeratedly large and round numbers. I take the marker from her and kiss her one last time, delicately holding her arms in my hands.


"Am I ever going to see you again?" I ask.

"Well, you know where to find me." She waddles from side to side. "But call that number and we can arrange a private session at your place for next time." 


She cranes her neck to kiss my cheek and we keep staring at each others as I walk away from her to pick up my clothes, get dressed, and exit the room. As I walk back to my table, I find Emily going through her phone, patiently waiting for me.


"So? Did you like it?!" I smile at her and scoff. "I knew it! I'm the best!!"

"And she gave me this." I show her her number and she snatches the card out of my hand.

"Wow, she liked it too! Does that mean you're officially going out with a... you know..."

I shrug and take the card back, my fingers still shaking from all the action. "I have no idea. But you can be sure I'm texting this number at the break of dawn tomorrow morning."


We stayed in the bar a few more hours, enjoying the show and the ambiance. Just like Lexi said, I could easily tell which guys were dared to come in by friends versus which came in out of interest. Emily had another girl come dance for us, the only one with two prosthetic legs, which she quickly decided to leave behind as she climbed on top of me. Her asymetrical legs, a short left thigh and a right leg that lived almost down to her ankle, made for an exciting combination. As she felt her breasts, I noticed she also lacked quite a few fingers on both hands, something I also like a lot. But tonight, Lexi still took most of the space in my mind. Even with all this action unfolding in front of me, I still got flashbacks of our little seance, of her stumps, of her body worming around the bed, longing to touch her once again. I doubt she'll make an appearance in public tonight, so I'll just have to make sure I don't lose that damned business card.