1 comments/ 26477 views/ 7 favorites Living in Paradise Ch. 01 By: PeggyBuxton Max Harper lived for clients like Thompson Industries. The excitement was high and the thousand bucks an hour plus expenses paid the bills. It was chump change for any of his clients. When they called, he knew they were losing millions a day and they knew he always solved the problem. It was his first time working for Thompson Industries. The automatic doors with the near black glass slid open and the bright sun and unusually high temperatures blasted him. It was in stark contrast to the refrigerated server room filled with racks of computers he had just left. It felt like days since he last had been outside. He had only seen a few employees. "Checkout the Paradise, great bar, great food, great people," Frank Thompson yelled, waved, and then quickly ducked back inside the building. Max remembered the walking past a sign on the way from the hotel. It pointed towards the boardwalk with something about paradise on it, but he had ignored it. He knew nothing about the town whose name loosely translated in English to Sandy Shores, an aging middle of nowhere Central American coastal town that seemed to be on the edge of civilization. Internet businesses had the luxury of being in such places. He didn't care as long as they could transfer money into his account. He stood on the sidewalk along a street filled with closed businesses and boarded up storefronts. The exterior of Paradise was uninspired and the bouncer looked like a character from a gangster movie. Max tried to not catch his attention, but the man saw him and nodded. A woman without legs in a wheelchair rolled quickly along the sidewalk and through the wide doors of the club as they slid open. Max continued to look. As a man and woman left the club, the bouncer said something Max could not hear over the sudden roar of the ocean surf less than a block away. Maybe they were a couple, maybe they weren't together. The woman had one leg and walked on crutches. Max watched them as they moved along the sidewalk. Yes they were together he thought. As Max approached, the bouncer held his hand up. "Members only." Up close, he looked even more threatening and sinister. Max stopped and glanced at the sign on the wall and then at the man. "How do...?" "Ya gotta know a member." "Don't live around here. Frank at Thompson told me to come." "You can get a one day pass for a grand." Max laughed a nervous laugh. "What?" "Hey, that's the way it works. It IS a special place." The same woman in the wheelchair silently rolled out the door and then in the direction she had come from. "Are the women all like her?" "Nah. Some are, some of the men too. We take AmEx. Talk to Georgia inside." He seemed to be a bouncer of few words. The doors slid open without Max moving. "Just inside." The doors closed behind Max and he looked around the small but pleasantly decorated entry room. "Hello. You're new." The female voice softly came from behind him. He began to turn to see who had spoken, but now she stood in front of him. "I'm Georgia. I work with new members." It didn't take him long to size her up - tall, slim, older, maybe forty, long curly brown hair, and oh my god, bare breasts resting between the parted halves of the shear white blouse loosely fastened only at the bottom button. The fabric did little to hide anything under it. He had not recovered from the uniformly tanned breasts and pleasing nipples surrounded by slightly darker skin when he saw the empty long sleeve hanging down her left side. She noticed his puzzlement. "Nice, isn't it? Let's sit over there." He watched her long bare tanned legs and black high-healed shoes move below the mid-thigh length black skirt and wondered if she wore anything under it. She pulled one chair out and sat in the other, slowly crossing her legs and in the process briefly revealing more than she might have wished. He did not mind. By the time the lovely legs stopped moving, most of the upper thigh remained exposed. Her forearm lay on top of papers attached to a clipboard lying on the table, a pen rested in her hand. Her nipples grew slightly more erect from his stare. "What brings you to Paradise?" The air again flowed into his lungs, but his heart continued to pound. "Finished a long few days fighting problems for a client who suggested I come here. Frank at Thompson." "Good man. He likes his women young and with one leg. Same for you?" Max wished Frank had told him about his interest in something he had kept to himself all his life. "What are my choices? I saw one without legs come in and then leave." Max had forever dreamed of women without legs, but had never been fortunate enough to share time, much less a bed with one. He reran a mental video of the woman without legs. Georgia's words shocked him back to reality. "She's married to a guy. Maggie had that done recently and just had to see the doctor for a follow-up. Did you like the way she looked? The legless look is nice, at least I think so." "Done?" He leaned back to better look at the whole woman sitting before him. "Yeah, like I had my arm off, like that other woman with one leg with the man that just left here." "Wow!" The word blew forever as he thought about what he had just heard. "Like the one without legs?" She nodded and smiled. Two women walked passed. One was missing most of both arms and wearing a halter-top and tight shorts. The other in a long thin dress rested an arm around the bare waist of the other as if she was guiding her. "Hey-y Georgia," the armless woman cooed and waved the remnant of an arm. They disappeared though a door. "Julie and April met here a few years ago. We have quite a few gay and lesbian couples. Are you gay?" "No." "Too bad. I know a real hunk that is missing a leg. He'd really like the way you look. You're quite handsome." She smiled while undressing him in her mind. "Say! Are you interested in losing a limb? We have specials once a quarter. This is one of those weeks." "You make it sound like getting a tattoo or a lip pierced." She laughed and rubbed though the fabric of the blouse at the shoulder of the missing arm. "Good one. Yeah, I guess for some it is just a cosmetic thing. They just like the look." She paused and watched Max shift in the chair. "For others it is a lifelong need." "What about for you?" Her fingertip grazed a nipple making it grow slightly. He didn't think that possible. The contact remained for a moment and then she lowered the top of the blouse from her shoulder exposing the short rounded stump. "Don't ya just love it? I wanted it off, but I was indecisive about how much to have off. I just wanted it gone. The guy I was seeing wanted it this way." He stared. He could not help but stare. She didn't seem to mind. "I take it you are not with him anymore." "Nah. I dumped him a few months later. There were other problems. Don't get me wrong, I still love being this way." She pulled the blouse back up, but her breasts remained as exposed as before. "Can I interest you in a membership or do you want just a one day pass?" A young woman crutched towards the front door. She was dressed in new jeans with one pant leg wrapped around a legless hip and tucked neatly in the waistband. "Bye Georgia." The doors closed. He remembered the sight. "Susan is one sweet thing. Don't you think? Just two months and she is getting about so well. She's married. Many of the good ones are. Drat." "Give me a pass. I wish I lived closer, I'd get a membership." "Bet you'll be back." She laughed. "Save you a bundle to just get the membership. Amputations require a membership, but the pass lets you meet and talk for 24 hours." "Guess you're taken." "Honey...." Georgia laughed and tapped a fingertip against the table. "I crave my independence. Checkout the people inside and then if you don't find someone, let me know." She touched the underside of a breast with several fingers and then picked up her ballpoint pen. "I marked heterosexual. What's your favorite ... two legs off above the knee?" The tip of the pen moved about on the form. She glanced up at him. "You can specify a stump length. I'll mark short. Should I mark very short? There, I did." Her pen continued to move about the form filling in blanks and checking boxes as he watched and pondered the mysteries of her body. - The cool breeze of a gale force air conditioner blasted his face as he entered the main area of the Paradise. He paused to become oriented. Long bar, small tables, a few booths and large tables, and several closed doors leading further into unknown places. Not many other people seemed to be in the main area. A twenty-something woman appeared. He almost overlooked her smile as he noticed her nipples forming tents in the fabric of the blouse and a stump peaking from a skirt so short he expected to see her panties. He wondered if she had any on. She looked at his nametag. "Hi Max Harper. I'm Cindy." The flat of her palm rubbed the front of his shirt. Her voice was soft and inviting. "Not many people here this time of the morning. I can help you find someone." She made it sound as if he just had. She leaned closer, her lips against his. Her tongue demanded entrance and her stump caressed the front of his pants. "Hope you don't mind." Her voice was soft and low as she let her mouth hover just in front of his. Her wonderful breath coated his face. "Just a little horny." She again teased his lips with her tongue then sucked his lower lip between her teeth for a nibble. "Foots sore, I need to sit down." She turned and crutched towards a table with a view of the door and bar. He followed the enchanting hips barely hidden under the skirt. "Have you been that way very long?" He lusted. He drooled. There was a lingering flash bare skin between her thighs as she sat and laid her crutches on the floor. She smiled knowing he had looked, and still was. She spoke rapidly and fondled her stump with one hand. "Not long enough, that's for damn sure. Goddamn. I wish I'd been born this way. Dad tossed me out when I was eighteen 'cause I used to go around the house on crutches with my leg bound up. It was so strange 'cause my Aunt Betty had one leg. He never bitched 'bout her. I loved it when she would visit. Cancer she always told me. She would show me the stump. It was off at the hip. I never told her about my feelings. How 'bout you?" "Guess I've always enjoyed the sight of women with one leg ... or none. Fuck, I'm like a kid in a toy store here." She adjusted herself again, this time leaving her stump spread to the side with a pleasing view between the thighs. Her hand slipped along the inside of stump and rested against the pink opening for a moment. "Yeah, I even find it overwhelming at times. I like to look at chicks missing different parts, mostly legs, but arms too. The memories help with my middle of night needs. Do you want something to drink?" She held one hand up and a woman walked towards the table. "Bet you'd never guess she's missing both legs just above the knee." "Nope." He watched more intently until she stood just in front of him. "I'll have a Jack Daniel's on the rocks. You walk well. Cindy just told me you're missing both legs." "Thanks. I've been practicing for a while, trying to perfect my gait. Your usual?" Cindy nodded and they watched her walk away. She turned her head back towards him and continued her fast paced talk. "I don't know why anyone would wear those things. When I left home, I started selling real estate. I did very well and had enough after ten years to quit. How about you Max Harper, what do you do to support your life?" "Guess I'm all work and no play. I solve other peoples problems and help relieve them of boat loads of cash in the process." He laughed. "Been at it for over twenty years now. Mom had one leg, car wreck. Her second husband dug that about her. Guess she did too." "Did she want to be that way?" "Doubt it. Hell, I even asked her and she denied it. I still wonder. Bob adored her until they both died in a plane crash a few years back." "Shit." "Yeah, shit." They both laughed. "You're different from lots of the guys that come here. It's refreshing." "Different, how?" "You look fit, not like a momma's boy. Bet you ride a Harley in jeans with torn knees. You also seem to have a personality and are easy to talk with. Some guys just want to look. They never talk to anyone and if they do, have nothing to say. I don't know how they keep their hands to themselves. I couldn't ... can you?" Max just watched as she pulled her blouse tighter against her chest. "Are my boobs too small?" Max pulled his chair closer. "That was a nice kiss you started." He reached out and wrapped both hands around her stump. "This is nice too." "Yeah baby. Do you like to hear nasty words? You know...." Her voice trailed off. She seemed to go some place else. "When I'm alone and my hand is between my thighs, I like to talk to myself that way. Is that queer?" "Do you mean strange? I hope not because I talk to myself when I jerk off." "Oh, you do. I'd love to watch you sometime. Guess I'm a bit odd." "Are you in the habit of dragging poor helpless guys back to your lair?" Max giggled. He thought about fast paced talk and the scattered, almost schizophrenic way she bounced between topics. She would not be a good match for him. "Actually no. I live alone and plan to keep that way. Just thought you might like to just play for a while. Ah, it's lunchtime. Check it out." She pointed towards the door. Max looked in the direction of her finger just as six women of varying age made their way towards the large table next to them. Four were on crutches with one leg, one in a wheelchair without legs, and one with a single arm. "They work at Thompson. Becoming that way is part of the benefit package. The company helps keep the Paradise going. There's one small department, hardly a person has all their limbs ... men and women." "Shitin' me." "If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'." Cindy laughed. "If I hadn't made all the money in real estate, I probably would have worked there ... just didn't know about it back then." "How long has this been goin' on?" He again deliberately dropped a 'G' to make fun of her. He felt a twinge of guilt at what he did and his heart skipped a few more beats as he watched between her thighs. "Five years. I bet there are several hundred people that have had some kind of amputation here. Most live elsewhere now." The attractive middle-aged woman without legs and ample breasts and ample body looked at Max as she moved a chair to make a space for her wheelchair. " Hey good lookin', if you need someone without legs, let me know." She giggled, bounced a breast with one hand, and turned back to her friends. Before Max finished thinking about the legless woman, Cindy stood and picked her crutches up. "I need to go home. My stump hurts. Also I have a need between my thighs that only I can fix." She snickered and handed him a note. "If you should be back, please call. Maybe we can play. Maybe you can make me roar like your Harley." He held the note with a sense of relief and watched her crutch towards the door. "You can call me too," the large breasted woman without legs said as she handed him a slip of paper with her name and phone number. He looked at her with mild interest. She handed him a second name and number as another woman waved and smiled. - The message light was blinking and the phone was ringing when Max returned to the hotel room. "Max, it's Frank. How was the Palm bar?" "Ah, you sent me to the Paradise." "Oh fuck! Goddamn, didn't mean.... I was so distracted." "Hey, no problem. I had a blast. If I weren't so tired, I'd have hooked up with someone. I've gotta go back there for sure." "Really? Wow, I didn't know you were into that. Small world, isn't it? If you have time, you should come to my place for dinner. If you liked that, you'll love my place. How about tonight?" "I'd planned to fly back to the states this evening, but I can put that off. No big emergencies waiting for me." "It's out of the way. I'll send someone to pick you up about five. Hold onto your balls when you see her." Before he could hear the dial tone, Max could hear the laugh even with the phone on its way to the cradle. He assumed it would be some chick from the Paradise. He hoped so. He fantasized about the first woman in the wheelchair he had seen. He hoped for someone like her. Max called the airline and showered before collapsing on the bed. A knock on the door dragged him from a deep sleep. The knock happened again. "Just a minute!" He pulled the belt of the robe tighter as he walked across the room. "I'm Kate, a friend of Frank's here to drive you." Max's jaw dangled open as he stared at the stunningly beautiful woman minus both legs sitting in the bright yellow wheelchair. The way her tan skirt laid flat on the black cushion, he suspected most of both legs, his favorite appearance. "Ah, I'm not too shocking, am I?" "Hell no! Come on in and I'll get dressed." He walked backwards watching as she rolled though the door. She was definitely younger than Cindy was. He chuckled to himself as he mentally undressed her knowing there was no way she would be interested in him. He could not help himself. "Wow!" "Thank you. I feel that way sometimes when I see myself undressed." "Bet that's a pleasant sight." Kate swung her hips onto the mattress and turned towards him. She lost her balance and fell backwards. Max watched and to him it was in slow motion. As she landed, her skirt continued and finally lay so that he knew how little of her thighs remained - none. Her hands moved behind her head and she watched. "Is it pleasant?" Her voice was carefree and enticing. She smiled and wiggled her hips slightly. "Darling, you are stunning." She used her arms to work herself into a sitting position. "Yeah, I see." She looked at his puzzled expression. "Your cock." She laughed and patted the mattress beside her. "Frank is not expecting us for several hours." She giggled. "Only if you want." She giggled again before removing her dress without permission. "Yeah?" She dropped it gently beside the bed. He looked at her firm youthful breasts, her hourglass shape, the hair neatly removed from around her privates, and her hips without any thigh protruding from them. "You should drop that stupid robe and neck with me for a while." She laughed again. "Bet you are a good kisser." The robe lay in the middle of the floor and Max lay next to Kate. His fingertips explored her breasts. "Why me?" His lips leaned close and touched hers. He pecked across her mouth. Their tongues said hello, rubbed against each other, and pulled apart. "Hmmm. Not complaining, you know." His hand replaced the fingertips against the breast. He held the small handful and moved it around in his grasp before nibbling at the nipple. "I have a thing for older men with substance." They pulled each other close, their whole bodies touching in new and inviting ways. She swallowed his gasp. "Enjoy me like I will enjoy you," she whispered into his ear and kissed along his cheek to his lips. Her finger pressed through them and grazed a tooth. Her tongue replaced the fingertip. She pulled back and looked into his blue eyes. A moment passed. His heart beat once. She kissed him again. She could feel his tension. "Relax. It's okay." "Do you mean old rich guys?" Max laughed still a few thoughts behind. "Nah." Her hand cupped his balls and then dragged up along the bottom of the cock. "Nice." Her fingers circle the head. "Don't get me wrong. I don't fuck just everyone. I'm selective." She sounded sincere, but Max didn't mind, she was his dream. Her finger lightly traced around his eyes and over the features of his face as if trying to learn what was inside Max. Living in Paradise Ch. 01 "Glad I made it into the select group." The feelings building were new and welcome. He began to relax as he absorbed her breath. "It's been awhile. Frank had good things to say about you, that you saved his ass the other day." She nibbled under his eye and long side his nose. "Well I fixed a big problem and got the company back online." His hand roamed though the small of her back and up along her spine. He was becoming more comfortable. He struggled not to rush. His hand rested against the back of her neck. Her lip trembled just in front of his. He sucked it between his a few times and let it go. "I wouldn't be here naked if Frank didn't approve of you, not that he bosses me." Her breath covered his cheek and then her lips roamed over his. She pulled her head back and looked intently at the naked man with her. "The Paradise depends on Frank's business. Without that, I'd never have the joy of being without my legs." Her hand roamed his stomach. "I'm here not because of that." She became silent for a moment as she continued to look. "This could become something with time." Her lips again rested against his. "If you like." "Could be a great dream. Talk to me." He could feel her tongue demand entrance, demand play with his tongue. He granted the entrance. Her hand slowly and lightly stroked his cock. "Dad beat me when I was younger and I ran away." As she talked, she continued to stroke. The two activities seemed separate. "Aunt Karen took me in. She was this way, without legs. Oh, not because she wanted it ... I don't think. Some kind of accident she always said without ever going into details. We got to be close...." She let her kisses drift along his stomach and her hips moved towards his face. "I like to be nibbled on." Her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. Max rolled slightly to one side and placed a hand lightly over a buttock before stroking her stump. "Very nice." A finger pressed through folds of skin, though the building moisture, and hooked under the clit. "Perfect." The erect clit grew more so as the hood gave way its hold. His lips kissed and gently pulled it between them. He inhaled. "Love your aroma," he whispered. His tongue lapped through the wetness. "Love your taste." "Nice to find a man that knows how to treat that part of a woman." She felt his kisses and moved her hips slightly. "Yeah-h." She moved them a little more. "There." A growing moan began to fill the area over the bed and his lips tightened around her clit. "Ah-h baby. Ah-h baby." Her crotch began to ride his mouth and he held her legless hips firmly. "Nearly...." Her waist flexed and her wetness pressed harder against his mouth driving his tongue even deeper. "Yeah-h." She fell limp onto her back. "That was excellent. You-u are-e hired." His lips covered hers and his tongue again explored her mouth. They shared the taste. They rolled back and forth. He pulled her on top. "Damn you're light." She wiggled her hips and pressed against his cock until it popped inside. "Sixty-five pounds. Ever been with someone as young...." "Not since I was that young ... she wasn't legless." "Does it bother you I'm probably half your age? I like to think I'm...." He cut her off placing a finger over her lips. "Shhh. You are perfect. Does it bother you I'm twice your age? I had a vasectomy years...." She repeated the action. "Shhh. Its okay." She softly giggled as her pussy absorbed him. "Ah-h nice-e." - Kate leaned against the wall on the shower bench with suds slipping over a nipple, a few more curved passed a stump. Max remained erect, his stare intent, as he stood in front of her. She rubbed the soap bar between his legs, glad that she had none. His balls spread in their sack as the bar lathered them. His cock ended near her lips. A drop of water fell from the tip and she drank another before consuming the head, then the shaft. His fingertip dragged though her wet hair and along her face. He watched her hide himself. He wanted to cum again. Later he knew he would. Her lips pulled at the edges of the head, her teeth sometimes touching, never hurting. She knew there was no more cum, but wanted to please. Her hand held his balls rolling them slowly like dice, and his cock fell against her wrist. He sat next to her and kissed the taste from her mouth, his tongue now digging deep inside. "Love-e." The word washed over his tongue and into his lungs. He knew the time was too short for those feelings, but he savored it anyway. It was something he could accept. It was something he felt too. Their tongues traded mouths, hers feeling even deeper. "Yes-s." His word was lower in tone than his normal voice, almost a groan. His hand massaged the slick wet breast beneath it, rolling the mound in soft circles, the dark peak of the nipple continually grazing his palm, growing, rising, falling. He lifted her onto his lap filling her needing opening. A moan, a gasp, each traded between them. Sharing the motion, the unusual way he had to help her move her hips without aid of legs, all enhanced the joy, the pleasure. The water washed over the two lovers as they sat gazing, the warm breath rushing over their gasping faces. "You're kind," she cooed sitting on the counter as he rubbed the plush terry cloth towel softly over her body. "It'd be nice to have this kind of treatment every morning." Her voice was soft, the words hiding her growing feelings. "As long as I'm providing it." A soft giggle filled the space as he let the towel linger over the left breast. "Yeah-h. Guess for now, we need to go to Frank's. Sorry." Her hands held his head as she kissed him. "I'd love to come back tonight." - The wind blew Max's hair in the open topped black Jeep CJ. "Don't you love the feel of a convertible?" Kate said as she steered along the narrow paved main road. There had been miles of nothing behind and it appeared to be the same ahead. She drove off the road and down a paved drive, then stopped in front of large gates. "Been a while. You're making me feel young again." He lied for he had never been so happy and he hoped that the dream would never end. "It's good to be wild once in a while. I'm not usually this way, getting naked so easily and all." She laughed as the gates opened. "You make me feel good." The long drive meandered though the palm trees. "It used to be a drug lord's place." She parked on the circular drive in front of a large one level house. "Frank loves the privacy." Max stood several feet away and watched her remove the yellow wheelchair from behind the seat, click the wheels on, and then transfer to the cushion in a single graceful swing. "Ready Freddy." She giggled an enduring little giggle. One of the things he already enjoyed about her. Frank roared, "Hey dude!" Max looked around and found him standing about fifteen feet away. A young woman wearing short khaki shorts and standing on one leg was next to him. Her long black crutches casually rested against her side, just under her arms. He had thought Kate was stunning, but the woman's angelic appearance and long curly black hair dangling nearly to her nipples somehow made Kate seem plain and homely. "This is Maria." Max inhaled, but was unable to fill his lungs as Maria crutched towards him. His heart seemed to stop. Without a pause or hello, her red lipstick pressed against his lips, her tongue spread them. After a short exploration, she pulled back. "Damn, he said you were handsome, but he didn't say how much." At last, air rushed though his mouth and his heart beat. She kissed him again on the lips. A smile remained on her face as she pulled back. "Great kisser." Her hand caressed his pants. "Quite a package too." "She's something! Huh?" Frank said followed by a pleasing laugh. "We'd have to have a duel if you try to pry her away." He laughed again. He leaned down and lightly kissed Kate before walking towards the house. "Come on in and let me show you around. We're having dinner by the pool tonight." "Hey Max." The voice was sultry and familiar. Georgia leaned against a column in the foyer. "I'm glad you could come." She wore a plunging blue swimsuit cut high over the hips, something slightly more than a thong with wide suspenders. Her stiletto high heals accentuated her legs nicely. She twisted slightly and waved her nearly non-existent arm stump, and then strolled towards Max. The hard soles clicked against the marble floor and echoed though the area. "I don't know what I'd do without Georgia's help at the club. She's responsible for everything down there." "Nah, not really." Her arm wrapped around Max's waist and her kiss lasted longer than a basic hello kind of kiss. Her arm remained firmly behind him as she leaned back. "Around here, it is one big happy family. It's rare we let the family grow. Welcome." "Really?" He wondered what that meant as visions of wild orgies amongst limbless women filled his head. Calm down he told himself. Just being around limbless women was more than he had expected scant hours ago. Max began to wonder if it had been Georgia's idea to send Kate to his hotel. Kate parked her wheelchair beside Max as Georgia strolled away into another room. "He's got my vote." Her hand caressed his hip as he looked down at her. "He's already got my heart too. Let's go out to the pool." "I guess I should have brought my swimsuit." "Don't be silly," Kate said as she playfully swatted him on the hip. - They crossed the wide marble hallway that transected the house and then passed though the large great room. Frank mumbled something about living quarters and pointed in both directions down the hall. He said something else about capital T's and shape, but no one was listening. Their attention was on missing limbs, nude bodies in the pool, and the illusion of good sex. Through the large French doors, they stepped into the courtyard surrounding the pool. Georgia stood undressed, her near nothing swimsuit laid on the cushion of a chaise lounge several feet away. She wiped a handful of water from her hair. "It's perfect." She was too; maybe that is what she meant. Her age closer to Max's than the other women, she had a different appeal. Not that he would reject Kate for her, just a different quality of woman. They both were nicely different from Cindy. She had only been an appetizer for him. "Hope burgers and beer will be okay," Frank said as he settled on the lounge where Georgia's swimsuit lay. His hand fiddled with it as though she might still be in it. Georgia pointed her only hand over her head and dove into the deep end of the pool. "Some burgers tonight Mary," he told the barefoot woman moving about using a peg leg rather than crutches. She walked away making a tap and shuffle rhythm, a music Max had never heard. Frank's voice quiet, almost inaudible, his gaze still feasted on Mary from behind. "Such a vision." The door closed with a silent click. "Well old man, I may not want to leave," Max told Frank as he stood watching the three naked women swim and wishing Mary was there as well. "I had no idea...." His gaze shifted to Kate's yellow wheelchair and his thoughts drifted back to when they lay in bed. He also pictured how she had looked moving from the wheelchair to the terracotta tile deck, how she had crawled to the edge of the pool before diving in. "I was quite impressed with the way you handled our problem. I wondered if there was some way to entice you to join my company. That was before I knew we shared a certain interest. You know money is not a problem. Besides there are certain ... ah, benefits." Frank chuckled and thought about Maria. Max thought about Kate. Max sat on the same cushion as Frank. "Stay here for a while, see how you like being it. Kate's suite is nice." Frank rested his hand on Max's thigh and gave it a squeeze. "Kate is a diamond." The hand remained in the same place. "You met Cindy at the club, she lived here for a while. She's different. She needed her space. Found a nice place along the coast." "I was wondering why you live here rather than near the ocean." "The elevation keeps it more comfortable plus there is much more seclusion. I love the seclusion." "Hey Max," Kate said as she sat dripping wet next to his foot. Her hand slid along his leg and slightly inside the leg of his shorts. "Aren't you interested in getting wet with me?" She moved her hips back slightly and began to dry herself. He leaned down and picked her up, and then rested her on his leg. His mouth rested against hers for a while, their tongues trading spaces in the other's mouth. They became the only people by the pool. She felt his fingers probe though the still sopping wet folds of her pussy. It was only pool water now, but she could feel her own forming. "Darlin'!" she gasped and pulled his tongue further into her mouth. Her desire for him grew with each touch. "Maybe we need a room." She laughed and then gasped a few more times, as his fingers continued their play. "Help yourself," Frank suggested pointing towards the house. "Show him your room. I think we have half an hour before dinner will be ready." Max cradled Kate in one arm as he walked down the long wide hall. He heard only his footsteps. "The one on the right at the end," she whispered into his ear before nibbling on the earlobe. She opened the door to the large suite and he kicked the door closed behind them. He twirled around like a waltz and kissed her as they moved though the sitting area to the bed. She grinned and said, "Baby, are you trying to sweep me off my feet?" She giggled and pecked at his cheek. He undressed and they lay together as they had before. His lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue wrestled with hers. Their hands raced over flesh searching for rapid pleasure. Gasps and groans filled the room. "On top," she begged and he pulled her over him. Her hips wiggled and groped until he popped inside. The sweet folds of skin offered no resistance. He quickly disappeared deep inside. Her hands gripped his shoulders. His hands held her hips. Together they moved her along his stomach. "Yeah-h!" Her shriek was loud. She squeezed his shaft tight. "Oh-h." She nibbled his lip. "Faster!" Her hips rocked over him. She gasped. Her short nails scraped his shoulder. "Ah-h!" She bit his lip. "Fuck-k!" She fell limp as he filled her. "Needed that ... badly. You didn't cum." He sucked her tongue for a moment. "I could fall pretty deeply for you." "I hope I'm not, ah, too...." "I've needed someone like you. Don't worry." "Don't want a family." "Me either. Been a confirmed bachelor for all my life. I'm not used to having someone around me. Never anyone like you." "And I've never wanted ... ah, anyone as much as you." He watched her lips move. "I just need sex a lot, understand?" She held him inside and looked longingly down upon him. "Georgia helped me a lot in many ways ... not just my legs. I wasn't much of a catch. I grew. Now I read a lot, write fiction, and work at the company. I'm becoming a better person." He kissed her words. "Max, you are the first guy I've known that enjoyed me. Dad and his brother abused me. I'd given up finding...." He held his finger over her lips. "Hold me for a while." They cuddled, his still firm cock resting inside her. A knock on the door and a voice said, "Dinner." Mary's familiar tap and shuffle disappeared down the hall. "Would you prefer someone with one leg ... both legs?" Kate murmured. "I'd understand." She looked sad at the thought of not being with him. Max flecked his hips driving himself deep. "No." He grinned. "Don't be silly." He repeated the motion a few more times and she began to match his thrusts. She raised her head and her hands pressing against his shoulders. She watched his face. "I want to be with...." She gasped. He groaned. She gasped again. "Oh darling. You really do please me." "Fucking or burgers. Not much of a choice, is it?" "No, but we should make our appearance." Max slipped his khaki shorts and blue work shirt on, and again cradled Kate in his arm. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him passionately on the lips. "Thanks." "I thought we'd lost you." Frank walked towards the outdoor table and settled on a bench. "Grab something to eat. It'll help you get your strength back." He laughed. "That little filly will sap it all, and then some." He laughed again as Kate rolled her wheelchair beside him and playfully slapped him on the back. "Hey?" He swatted back playfully. Georgia carried a plate with a burger and chips to the table. "Don't even think about saying anything about needing a hand. I've heard that one too many times." She laughed at herself and sat near Frank. "I bet you never thought you'd find anything like this." "Nope. Not in a million years." Max took a bite of his burger and then sipped a beer. "Me either." Kate squirted ketchup on her burger and glanced at Max next to her. - Max returned from the bathroom and sat in Kate's wheelchair. He watched her naked body lying on top of the sheet in the dim light of the hotel room. The first few times today they had wild crazy sex to satisfy primal urges. A few hours ago, they had made love. She was bringing new joy to his life and he knew he needed to be with her more than just this day. Frank had asked him to meet with him at one. It was only five as he rejoined her. The mattress moved. Her body wiggled closer, her back to him. She could feel his erection pressing against her. "Hmmm, that feels good." "Honey...." She reached behind her and touched it. "Da-amn-n" Her fingers wrapped around the swollen head and pulled it across her wetness. "Fuck me." Her voice was low and sultry. He knew that not all the primal urges would ever be satisfied. He loved that about her. He whispered, "You're making it hard to sleep." He giggled softly and rolled her towards him. Lying on their sides, he vanished inside her. Yes, he could get used to this. - Their fingers intertwined as their arms rested across the restaurant table. The other hand forked pancakes into their mouths. A shared bowel of peaches rested between the plates. The thick peach nectar reminded him of her sweet wetness and he told her so. She smiled. "I need to see Frank at one." He wasn't sure he could be away for even a few hours. "I could meet you later." She sounded as if there was a question if he would want to. "What's the best part?" "That you wanted to be that way, that our libidos are similar, that you are the most beautiful woman in the world, that you are sitting with me." "Max, rush back." - Housed in a separate one-story building at the edge of the campus-like setting for Thompson Industries and other businesses sat the call center. "There're twenty people each shift," Frank proudly told Max as they stood on a low platform overlooking large cubicles around the edge of the room. He led him down the ramp and past each cubicle, pausing to introduce him to each person. "Remember me?" she asked as she turned her wheelchair. How could he forget the woman with ample breasts and no legs from the Paradise? Now he could see one stump was longer than the other was, perhaps the short one was completely missing. With her image burned into his mind he pleasantly replied and nodded his head before they moved to the next cubicle. A few people he would have loved to talk with, but time did not allow, at least not today. He saw each of the six women from the Paradise in addition to other men and women, all missing some limb or limbs. It was just as Cindy had said. They sat in Frank's large office, Frank with his feet on the desk looking past his shoes at Max. "They need someone like you. It is a real cash cow for us and I wouldn't offer it to you if I didn't think you could double the revenue of the group, maybe more. Much of the money goes to support the Paradise. There's more room to expand if you want." Living in Paradise Ch. 01 "But sir, I don't know a thing about call centers." "You know people like US and how they think. You can sure relate to those that wanted to be amputees. That's what's important. I need to let someone else run it. I don't have the time or energy anymore. Besides, I know you want a way to stay around Kate." "There's the money problem too." "Yes, yes. You are raking in the dough. A thousand an hour is quite a haul. How long can you keep that up? This is steady, at least as steady as any job can be. Where can you be around so many amputees? And ones that like being that way too." His laugh said it all. Max knew it would be impossible to resist. He knew that this morning in the dim light of the hotel room, and he knew it now. His head nodded as he watched Frank. "Damn-n-n." He dragged the word out as the realization he would have to accept roared though his mind like a wildfire. The office door opened after a light knock. "We have a two o'clock meeting." She stood with a lab notebook in her hand and dressed smartly in designer jeans, heals, and a blouse with small ruffles up the front. "I can come back." "No, no. You remember Max Harper don't you? This is Jackie Conner. She runs the server farm." She paused in front of Max and sized him up. "Yes, from the other day. You saved my butt. I hear you are going to take over the call center. Without that, my group would be worthless." "Well Frank is twisting my arm to join the management team." "Guess you've noticed all the eye candy around here." Jackie laughed. "She's one of us for sure. Are you and Tom coming over tonight? I expect Max and Kate will be there too." Frank stared hard at Max letting him know it wasn't just an option to be there. "Ah, you and Kate ... goddamn delicious little lady. I had my eye on...." Max was absorbing what she had said when Frank cut in, "She's as into young legless guys as you are legless girls. Tom's how old ... nearly twenty-four?" "Nah, thirty. I don't snatch them out of their cradles like you." She laughed. "And his lack of legs...." Max could almost hear her drool as looked again at her and tried to decide how old she might be. Nearly fifty, maybe less, maybe his age, but still very lovely. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and back as if she had to go to the bathroom in a big way. "Well Frank...." "Nice to meet you. I hope we can talk more tonight. Yes, Kate and I will be there. You've given me a lot to think about, both of you. A lot." "See you about seven," Frank said. Jackie closed the door as Max walked into the hall. - Max's mind reeled as he walked along the sidewalk towards old town and the hotel. Visions of all the amputees he had seen at Thompson Industries, real amputees and not just pictures, made his heart race. Knowing that many, maybe all of them, had wanted to be the way they are was overwhelming. Jackie and Frank seemed to mirror his feelings to a tee. He had made millions and didn't really need more. His condominium in the states would be easy to sell. It wasn't that exciting anyway, surely not like being at Frank's estate with naked amputees lounging in the sun and maids with peg legs. He chuckled aloud at the thought of Mary. He walked by the Paradise rather going directly to the hotel. The married legless woman from the other day rolled towards him. "Max?" He looked up again and watched her hands push against the rims. He stared at the empty space in front of her hips. "Yes." She stopped near him. "I'm Mattie. Kate called and mentioned you." She held her hand out. "Nice to meet you. I must say you are stunning to watch, like a siren calling to me." "How sweet. Kevin doesn't feel that way." "Your husband?" Max looked approvingly and disappointed as he stood silently looking at her. "Yes, too bad he isn't good at sharing." She laughed. "Guess I'd like the attention of someone like you. You sure have Kate wrapped around your finger ... something too else I hear." She giggled. "Doesn't he approve of what you did?" "Nah. I'm thirty-seven. I would have thought he'd realize that I might know what I wanted ... but no-o-o. He refuses to accept that I do. Anyway, I saw you and wanted to say hello." "I'd love to talk to you more." He kneeled in front of her wheelchair so he could be at eye level with her. "It's tempting. From what Kate told me, I could picture you and I rolling off into the sunset. Silly ... isn't it?" Her hand pressed the skirt closer to her legless hips and fiddled with the hem for a moment before lifting the front slightly exposing bare skin. "Isn't it? " "Shit-t-t," he drawled. "Why?" He thought about how not so long ago he didn't know a single amputee and now several perfect ones were trying to drag him into their life. "There is just something about you, some vibes that you give off. The way Kate spoke about you, the few minutes around you, well, I feel at ease more now than ever before." "Shit, shit, shit." Her finger diddled with her pussy and she looked disappointed. "I didn't mean to make it complicated." His cocked pressed hard against his pants in an obvious manner. "That looks so nice. I bet it'd feel good in me." Her fingertip disappeared inside her, then the whole finger. He swiped his tongue across his dry lips and dabbed at the sweat on his forehead. She watched and spoke. "I like Kate ... a lot ... ah, in a close way." A second finger went beside the first. "More than a few times we.... She kidded me about the three of us.... You'd like that...." "What about Kevin?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Fuck him." The way she said it was as casual as if she had just said bless you after someone sneezed. "Been two long years and getting longer. This is the right time to leave him even if you hadn't appeared. Kate and I had talked off and on about sharing a place. The sight of a legless woman sends me into orgasmic orbit. I know-w-w it does for you. He left yesterday on business for a few days." Max stood trying to not fill his briefs with cum as he watched Mattie beg him to join Kate and her. "Would you like me to come back to the hotel?" Mattie began rolling towards the hotel and Max followed in silence. "Maybe Kate's waiting." She smiled up at him. He looked at her. "Isn't it every man's dream ... to be with two woman?" She paused. "For you, two legless women?" - Kate lay undressed on the bed. She knew the desk clerk. It didn't take much money to get him to give her a key to Max's room. It was to be a surprise and her body quivered in anticipation as her finger rested in her pussy. She had also been teasing her clit keeping herself ready. She had already gone over the orgasmic cliff a few times by accident. She had more where they came from. Mattie rolled into the room. Kate was surprised and disappointed; she didn't think Mattie would actually find Max. She knew there would be more time alone with Max. Seeing them together brought a smile to Kate's face. He closed the door and watched Mattie undress on the bed. Kate worked herself into a sitting position. The bed bounced and they fell next to each other. He undressed as Kate and Mattie kissed and their hands roamed slowly over each other. "I'd never been with one legless woman, now two. My mind is spinning." Kate paused and turned towards Max. "Darling, I hope you don't mind. I want just you so very much. Mattie and I are close and I'd be willing to share you with her. Don't you want us both?" "Yeah, guess that is obvious." "Great cock." Mattie spoke softly as she twisted and let it rest on her palm. "We are going to have some fun with this." She leaned close and took the head deep in her mouth. Kate watched and listened to the slurping sounds as Mattie's lips slipped along the shaft. "I told you he tasted good." She fondled Mattie's breasts dangling from her chest. "Hmmm, good-d," she whispered in her ear. Max watched the women love on each other and felt the expert attention Mattie paid to him. "Oh-h," he groaned as his orgasm neared. "Ah-h." He began to fill her mouth and Kate tried to pry her away so she could sample him. Mattie batted her away as the thick ooze dripped from her mouth. Kate's arms firmly crossed. "Well! I see we are just going to have to draw straws." Mattie sucked the last drops from the tip. Kate complained loudly. "Harrumph!" Max panted and stroked Mattie's face leaving his fingers sticky. "I think there is more than enough to share." Mattie leaned up and kissed him, letting him lick his own cum away. "Better be more." She pecked at his lip, at his cheek, and then felt his growing erection with one hand. "That's our baby." She looked back at Kate and smiled. "Baby's ready for you now." Kate pulled him atop of her and he entered with no resistance. "Darling, fuck your little one ... nice and slowly. Take your time." She loved the feel of him resting over her legless hips. He loved it too. Mattie sat beside the pile of bodies and stroked his hips with one hand as she balanced with the other against the mattress. Her fingers dragged though the canon of his ass and cupped his balls. She played with him as he fucked Kate. "Fuck my love, fuck her like you will want to fuck me." She continued to encourage and tantalize him. "Think of Kate and me with our mouths on the other's cunt sucking our clits as we roll though orgasms...." He grunted and his ass cheeks tightened more with each thrust until he again spewed forth more cum. Kate begged loudly, "Don't stop!" Repeatedly she slammed her legless hips against him filling herself with his juices, each time uttering the same demand. "Baby, you won't be fit for work." Mattie laughed. Max rolled over onto his back, his arms out stretched. "God-d-d. That was the greatest two orgasms. Don't usually...." "My turn," Mattie teased. "Yeah, and you'll have to poke little blue pills down my throat." He laughed. "Frank is expecting Kate and me tonight. He's having Jackie and Tom over too." "Oh-h." Kate grinned. "Nah, the three of us should go." Max held Kate against him, her back against his chest. His hand massaged her left breast as he looked at Mattie. "Jackie even mumbled something about what a delicious catch you were and how she dug legless bodies." "Yeah, she's hit on me a few times at the club," Mattie said. "Not that I'd kick her out of bed." "Like you could kick anything." Kate laughed. "You're too damn cute for your own good. Maybe I should call Georgia and ask." Kate laid the phone down and rolled her wheelchair back to the bed. "She laughed at you for having more pussy than you need. She also said it would be great for the three of us to come. I told her we were doing that a lot. She laughed and reminded us that we were welcome to my suite at Frank's place if we wanted to check out of the hotel." "I've just gotta divorce Kevin." - Max held the pile of disassembled wheelchairs and wheels down with one hand as Kate drove to Frank's house. Max leaned forward slightly and stared between the front seats. "It doesn't seem like seatbelts hold either of you in very well." The wind whipped their hair against his face and he leaned back. "NOPE!" Mattie yelled, tightened the seatbelt, and then futilely brushed the hair out of her eyes for the hundredth time. "NEED A TOP!" "AND A BIGGER CAR!" Kate yelled as she swerved slightly to avoid a dead creature in the road. Georgia bounded along the drive and hopped to a stop next to the Jeep. Her breasts bobbed up and down a few more times before stopping. "'Bout time. Jackie and Tom just got here." "Hey good looking." Kate replied as she snapped the wheels onto her chair. Mattie rolled around and stopped next to Georgia. "Beat you good buddy." She laughed. "Look what we brought." She pointed to Max as he climbed from the backseat. "You'd better. He's the guest of honor." Max shrugged his shoulder. "Am I?" "I understand you are the newest member of the management team at Thompson." "I haven't accepted, at least not formally. I think these two lasses would hire a hit man if I didn't." "Well everyone is out by the pool. Guess we should get our asses out there too." "Our naked asses," Kate said. "Yeah, naked lasses with asses," Mattie said rolling beside Kate. Jackie climbed from the pool, water dripping along her naked body as she wiped at her eyes. "Hey stud!" She walked towards Max. She leaned forward and kissed him. "I didn't want to get you wet." She quickly looked at Kate and Mattie. Tom scooted across the terracotta tiles using his hands and sat next to her feet. "This is Tom." She made the introductions and looked again at Mattie and Kate. "Damn, what a pleasant sight ... isn't it Tom?" Tom ignored her as she laid her hand on his head and curled his hair around a finger. He continued to stare at the other women. Jackie turned and faced Max, her back now to Tom. "Well you are developing quite the harem Max. I hope you will decide to stay and properly take care of these wonderful women." She paused before whispering under her breath, "And others." She dabbed the towel at the water lying over her breasts and wiped at other places. She glanced at Max and dropped the towel on a chair. "We should talk. Just about work." She chuckled. Still undressed, she pulled at Max's hand. "I promise to bring him back in one piece," she told the others and led him into the house. She leaned against the back of the couch staring out to the pool, out to all the amputees milling about. "Did you ever imagine being around something like this? I didn't. Almost feels abnormal being some of the only people with all their limbs." Her head turned and her gaze drifted up and down Max. "I used to look at pictures of people like them and masturbate ... a lot. I'm forty-six and have a legless husband ... and I still do." Max watched in silence. He enjoyed her lean body with the tanned skin. Before she had been just a woman in a suit at Thompson Industries, now she was a naked woman casually walking around and unloading her feelings. Her feelings mirrored his feelings. She moved about the room idly touching a table or a book. She turned back towards Max, still several feet away, and just looked. Her arms crossed for a moment then fell along side her. She paced back and forth a few times before speaking and Max quietly watched. "Don't know about you, but for me it all started when I was a girl. My mother worked in a rehab hospital tending mostly paraplegics, but at home, all she would talk about were the amputees. I could tell they gave her something emotionally dad and she never had. He knew it too. In college, I had one of my best orgasms jacking off while thinking about some legless man she told me about in the kitchen when I was a senior in high school. Goddamn her." Jackie slammed her fist into her thigh. "Goddamn." Her gaze hardened and she walked to the window and looked at everyone by the pool. "Near my dorm, I had just seen a man without legs...." "I thought you had found a little bit of heaven here." Jackie continued to look out the window, her back towards Max. "Yeah-h." She turned slowly and leaned against the wall. "Did you ever want to be like them?" Her hand rubbed the front of her left thigh. "It's one of the things Tom and I fight about." "Guess until the other day, I was still in the old mode of dreaming and masturbating." He laughed and stepped a little closer, but not close enough to touch her. "Tell me more." He walked towards the other side of the room, towards a couch. She followed and settled leaning against the arm, her thighs sprawled and one foot casually tucked under the other leg. "I knew Frank years ago. He was my first friend like me. He'd send me pictures and stories. After the Web started, there were groups and pictures galore. I was in my own little world. Between work and dreams of legless men, there was no social life. How could I tell a guy in my bed that I wished he didn't have legs?" As she talked, her finger strolled along her thigh in light touches. "My story is your story, you know that." "Tell me 'bout it." He laughed. "I have my stash of pictures and videos. I lay in bed and cum several times a night ... guess I'm lucky in that way, some don't even have pictures. Shit-t, being with real people is so-o much nicer." "You've landed with two fine women. Even I'm jealous." "Tom's a real hunk." "Thanks. He was a catch. He wanted to be that way. It had only been a few months after the surgery when I met him at the Paradise. I don't know how I missed him before then. I can't understand why he is so against me doing something." "Maybe he likes his women with two legs just like you like your men with none." Max chuckled and rested his hand over his pants. Jackie's hand slipped up the inside of her thigh and a finger touched her clit. "I once had a boyfriend. We'd sit like this and masturbate for each other." Her fingertip circled the base of the clit several times. "It was the only form of sex we ever had." Her fingertip slipped inside and became damp then it circled the clit again. "Which of them blows you the best?" Her words continued to surprise him. Her head leaned back slightly as her jaw dropped. "Ah-h," she gasped. "Tell me...." She inhaled deeply. Max slipped the zipper down and let his cock be free. "They tie in that regard. They're very different people. I like Kate. Maybe more than I could have ever imagined." His hand wrapped tightly around the shaft and the head swelled. "Looking forward to tonight and being between them." "Oh-h-h." Her tongue dabbed at her lip and then slipped along the lower one. She pulled her labia wide and exposed the pink center of her pussy to him. "Will you think about this?" He inhaled deeply and he could feel her aroma fill his lungs. "Only if you think about my cock." Her hips lifted and her finger filled her pussy. "The way you said that...." She gasped and she drove her pussy against her hand. "Fuck-k...." Again, the pussy slammed against her hand, and then the hand drove down against the pussy. Again, she repeated the motions. "Ah-h yeah-h." She relaxed. "How often do you...?" "Ten, twenty ... never enough ... and you?" "Five or six times a day, on a good day maybe ten. Don't always cum. Guess I'm just a horny bastard." "Nothing wrong with that. Tom is only good for a twice on a good day and good days are rare ... hardly enough for me. We fight about that too." "Are you going to leave him? You know, and have your leg off?" "The thought has crossed my mind. I don't need him for money. I have more than I need. I could even pay him to leave." "Would he take such an offer?" "Why? Are you interested?" "Good God, I've just found myself with a bed filled with two lovely legless women. " Max chuckled. "Lucky fucker." "You sound damn jealous." "A little ... though I don't know if it is of you or them." "I'm flattered. If them, is it because they are missing both legs? Would you want to be that way?" "Oh God Max, are you a mind reader?" The tap of Mary's peg leg echoed softly as she made her way across the room and Max quickly stuffed his still erect penis into his pants. She giggled. "It's okay. It was nice looking." She giggled again. "I just wanted to say that dinner is almost ready." "Let them know we'll be out in a moment." Jackie watched intently as Mary walked out of the room. "Would you have a peg?" "With one leg, yeah-h." She slowly turned towards Max. "Goddamn you excite me." She looked along his body and back towards his face. She smiled. "Maybe it is that we are so similar ... never found that in someone before." "Not even Frank?" "He was close, but he's twenty years older than me. Anyway, he likes his ladies real young." Jackie stood and looked at Max sitting in front of her, and then turned towards the patio. She glanced over her shoulder. "Guess we must join the others. Shit-t."