Hampton Group, Tales of the Device

By Peggy Buxton

Henry Thomas was a lucky man. He had recently fallen for Jean, and had been invited to interview for a senior position with the Hampton Group in Bayvale on the Gulf Coast. By the end of a social gathering at the CEO's house after a day of interviews, he knew she was not the right woman for him. While packing to move, a former lover introduced him to something that would change his life forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peggy Buxton
• Release date: Apr 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310066184

Peggy Buxton

Author, wife, lover, and amputee. I have been missing my left leg for years. Growing up I felt that it should not be there, and it is has been a blessing to have it gone. Today's term for this condition is BIID and in the past simply referred to as being a 'wannabe'. I am a full-time crutch user. Like my husband, I find amputees fascinating. 'Devotee' is the frequently used term. My stories have characters that mirror my life in some manner - wanted/needed to be an amputee or want to live with an amputee. I make no apology for my descriptions of these people and there is no intent to take away from the suffering of some amputees. I love feedback on the stories, but I cannot promise to reply.

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Chapter 1 - Hampton Group

The Hampton Group was a large corporation based in Bayvale, a city of over half a million people, and located on the Gulf Coast. I had often read about the company and was pleased when they responded to my resume. Sherry Jackson from the Human Resources Department had a pleasant voice, and we covered enough of my background and what they were looking for to invite me to fly in for a series of interviews, and to get to know more about the company.

Jean was my age, mid-forties, stunningly beautiful, and was a successful travel agent. We met at a bar in Goodings Grove three months ago and quickly hit it off. She moved in with me right away.

We’ve been invited to come for an interview, I said to Jean.

Bayvale? Are you sure about this, Henry?

It could be my big break. They haven’t mentioned anything about salary or compensation, but I’d be a senior manager and that usually includes stock options, bonuses. We’d probably have a better lifestyle. Maybe we could even buy a house.

That all sounds great for you. I guess I could do my job from home wherever I live. I sometimes do.

It’s a large city. Maybe at last we’ll find some friends to hangout with.

Boy, that’d be great. Since Julie and Susan moved, I’ve never found anyone to replace them. When do you go?

"I said we have been invited. Seems the company is big on family. The HR lady said they wanted to meet you."

Oh crap. I not feeling good about this.

Jean, how could they not like you? Besides, if they don’t, then I don’t want to work there.

I don’t want to ruin your chances. What would they ask me?

Not sure, but just be yourself. We’ll be there nearly a week if things go well. The first few days we’ll explore the city, then a day of interviews. The last evening we will go to a party at Sam Hampton’s house...he’s the CEO. A bunch of the other senior managers that report to him and their spouses will be there.

What would we wear?

I was assured it would be a casual affair just so they can see us socially. I don’t know if the final decision will be made before or after that party. I just don’t know. It’s the most involved interview I’ve ever had, and the best position I’ve tried to get.

Geez, I don’t know.

Jean, just relax. You’ll do just fine. Please don’t worry. Just be yourself.

Easy for you to say. She laughed.

Chapter 2 - Bayvale Airport

Anything was better than the ten feet of snow on the ground in Goodings Grove. When the airplane door opened, the 80 degree heat filled the cabin. I was ready for some sun. We flew in a few days early to explore Bayvale and the beaches along the turquoise waters of the ocean. We had found a few tourist books about the area and plenty of articles online. I thought I had a good understanding of what was here: places to see, restaurants, real estate, history, etc.

Wow...very different, Jean said as we walked into the terminal.

We were causally dressed - shorts, tee shirts, running shoes, and did not look much different from everyone else. It seemed to be a laid back kind of city.

Look, Jean whispered while poking me. She titled her head.

I looked in that direction and found a blonde with breasts about to pop out of her blouse. Her legs were long and shapely. She wore high-heels which made them even nicer looking. A handsome older gentleman stepped up to her and kissed her lips then they walked away holding hands.

Husband? I said.

Or just a lucky guy that’s about to spend hours in bed.

I can’t wait to see what they wear at the beach after seeing that. Jean licked her lips.

I was aware of Jean’s relationship with other women, and it did not bother me that she was bisexual. She would point out beautiful women, and we would both enjoy looking, but for different reasons.

Hubba, hubba, bogie on the left, she whispered.

This time it was a slightly older lady missing a leg, walking on crutches. She was attractive, wearing a skirt that ended several inches above the knee. Long gray hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was alone, walking towards several people waiting on the other side of the security area.

Bet you’d like some of that, I said, still looking.

Jean had an interest in amputee ladies. Susan had one leg amputated after a car accident. I had only seen her a few times, but could understand such an attraction. Susan had met a lady in Europe and moved there to be with her.

Delicious. Jean licked her lips.

Down, girl, down. I laughed.

Sorry, sometimes I get overwhelmed when I see someone like that.

Kind of how I feel when I see you naked.

Looking at your shorts, you seem to be pretty excited right now. Is it from the blonde or the amputee or me?

Yeah, all of the above. I chuckled.

On our way to baggage claim I could see Jean looking around to see if there might be other amputees. She had told me it was no different from guys looking for big breasts or redheads, but I somehow felt it was more than that. Of course, I had known men that had a serious lust for big breasted women and would only date one with them if they were really huge.

We saw no other women worthy of Jean’s attention as we waited for our luggage to appear on the long metal conveyer belt snaking through the baggage claim area. I kept looking for the older woman but never saw her again. I had a feeling the busty blonde was in a limousine heading for a large house and a large bed.

Our two suitcases were the last. I had almost given up and ready to buy a new wardrobe. That was one of the benefits of coming early for the interview. I was happy it was unnecessary. Jean grabbed hers, and I hauled mine away just as a man bumped into me. He apologized and hurried away.

Idiot, I muttered.

The car rental is over there, Jean said, pointing.

The woman behind the counter was black, slender, and attractive with long, straight, black hair, and I realized when she spoke that she did not have any teeth. She reminded me of Lola, a black girl I dated in college that was missing all her teeth but also an amputee.

I explained we had a reservation. She typed on the keyboard.

Henry Thomas? she said. How many days?

I handed her my driver’s license and told her how long we would need the car. I kept looking at her mouth. It was not that unattractive. I just had not seen any women in public that did not at least wear dentures after losing all their teeth.

Will she be driving? she said, inquiring about Jean.

I handed over Jean’s driver’s license.

Do y’all need a map or directions? she said, returning the licenses.

No, ma’am.

Okay sugar, y’all have a pleasant stay in Bayvale.

We followed the signs to the lot just outside the terminal where the rental car was.

She didn’t have any teeth, Jean said.

It wasn’t all that obvious.

Would you still like me if I was like that?

I guess. Why?

Just curious.

One thing I had learned about Jean was she was never just curious. We put the luggage in the trunk and followed other cars to the rental lot exit where a white woman was checking the rental agreements. She handed the paperwork back.

Need any directions?

She, like the back lady, was missing all her teeth. What was it with women in Bayvale? She was nearly as lovely as the busty blonde. Her cleavage was on full display, too.

No. I’m good.

Yes you are honey child. She smiled showing her gums. Y’all have a wonderful day, you hear.

I wondered the difference between y’all and all y’all. Maybe there were none. I pulled forward while dropping the paperwork in the side pocket of the door then accelerated over the spike strip and though the gate. We turned right and followed the directions from the navigation app on my iPhone. There was not much traffic. At least we were moving at the speed limit.

Maybe I’m starting to like it here, Jean said, licking her lips.

Two so far, I said, flashing her a big grin. Something I should prepare myself for?

A girl can look, can’t she?

Sure, but I don’t usually I see women without teeth. Maybe they have dentures, but I don’t know the whole story.

What’s wrong with that? If she’s comfortable going without them, there shouldn’t be a problem. Right? Kind of like me not wearing breast forms to look like I’ve got huge boobs.

Yup. You know I love your chest just the way it is.

Well, maybe her guy likes her without teeth.

"Darling, I totally get it. All I’m saying is that’s two in less than fifteen minutes. Do you find it attractive?"

Hey, if I had to lose my teeth, I might actually choose to go without dentures. How would you feel about that?

I don’t find it unappealing. I just haven’t seen any women that go that way.

Chapter 3 - Surrender Inn

We were staying at the Surrender Inn, a seven-story boutique hotel in downtown Bayvale. The company building where the interview would be was several blocks away. We parked in the parking garage where the valet staff helped us with the luggage then disappeared with the car.

The front desk clerk, Vicky according to the name tag, was a lady in her late twenties and slightly heavyset. She was missing all of her right arm. The short sleeve of the blouse appeared to be empty.

How may I help you? she said in a slow, smooth drawl, then grinned. At least she appeared to have her teeth.

Checking in...reservations for Henry Thomas.

She flipped though a few folded pieces of paper in a box. Yes. Everything is taken care of. How many keys?

Two.

She slid the cards though a device and handed them to me. Seven-fifteen...our penthouse suite. If they’re any issues, please let me know. She looked over at the valet with the luggage cart. Seven-fifteen. She looked back at us. My name is Vicky if there is anything you need.

Thanks, but we can manage, Jean politely said to the valet, then picked up her bag.

I grabbed mine and followed to the elevator. Inside, I pressed the button for the seventh floor.

Did you see that lady? Jean moaned. I have a thing for thicker ladies. That girl likes her biscuits. Yummy.

Thicker?

"She was stout, but not fat. You know, a little meat on the bones. I’d like to run her around the bed a few times."

Jean reached over and ran her hand all over my crotch. I half expected her to reach inside my pants, but she did not.

Wait until I get you in bed, she moaned, continuing to rub.

One thing about Jean that had attracted me to her was her inclination for prolonged, wild sex. She could last all day and never tire of a wide variety of sexual activity, and was the first woman I had ever met that I almost said I needed to rest.

Jean took over an hour to satisfy her needs in bed, not that I minded. She rolled off and sprawled on her back, arms and legs splayed wide.

Good God damn, you are good, she said to the ceiling, probably speaking at me, but maybe herself. I liked to think she was complementing me on my sexual skills.

Whew. That was nice, I said, still willing to take more of anything she might desire or offer.

She shifted positions and took me in her mouth, taking long slow strokes. I unloaded again, and she swallowed every drop.

I always want more, she said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, but I’d like to put on my swimsuit and go for a walk on the beach.

There was very little difference between Jean being naked and her in the thong, but who was I to complain. I almost ripped my Speedo.

Henry, you’re insatiable, she said, reaching inside and stroking me.

Keep that up and we’ll never get to the beach.

Then you better slip your shorts on over that monster.

Vicky, the clerk with one arm, was not at the front desk as we walked by. I gave the valet our claim check, and he ran down the ramp to retrieve the rental car.

Where’d she go? Jean said.

Who?

The front desk clerk with one arm. I was hoping to get another look to hold me until I see her again.

Which woman do you like the most? Jean said.

"Of the amputees, maybe...ah, I don’t really know. They were both interesting."

I agree, though I don’t have an opinion on such matters.

But you are a man and I’m sure you have a preference. Jean grinned. Let’s say you had to go out on a date with one. Which would you choose?

Hold a gun to my head, why don’t you. I laughed.

The valet parked the car and opened the doors, waited for Jean to be seated, then closed hers. I had a feeling he was enthralled when the tee shirt rode up revealing the lower portion of the thong.

You gave him a boner, I teased.

Not my type.

Still, he was sporting wood.

I’m glad that I still affect men that way.

We set the navigation app to take us to the beach. It said it would take 32 minutes. It was still early in the afternoon, and I told Jean to remind me to not stay out in the sun too long. The last thing I needed was to be sunburned for my interview.

Maybe the older woman at the airport, I said, out of the blue. I kind of enjoy maturity, and she was our age.

I once dated a lady my mother’s age. It was quite nice.

Chapter 4 - Beach Parking Lot

The large parking lot was nearly empty, one of the advantages of going on a workday afternoon. I pulled into a space and turned the engine off. It was hot compared to the temperature at home. The thermometer on the car dashboard read 83.

That looks like the major center for the beach, Jean said, pointing towards the tall, brightly painted, water tower, I bet there’s a bar. A younger woman walked by wearing the skimpiest of thongs. Shit! Look at that one.

Down tiger.

Two perfect buttocks straddled the string of the thong hiding in the crack. We both watched until the woman was out of sight then got out of the car. She was not the only one with skimpy swimwear, though most wore more modest bikinis. Two women, maybe five or ten years older than the first, held hands as they walked to the building where we suspected there might be a bar.

What about them? I said.

Nice ass. I like them, too.

They have all their limbs.

We began walking in the direction of the two women, not that we were following, only going in the same direction.

A woman doesn’t need to be an amputee to excite me. Jean licked her lips.

Maybe they are missing their teeth? I grinned.

I think you have a newfound appreciation for that.

Possibly. Would that be so bad?

Henry, darling, you continue to surprise me. Heavens, no I wouldn’t mind if you did. Have you ever dated a lady without teeth?

"I didn’t date her, I said, but I had a teacher that sometimes went without her dentures. The other boys made nasty comments. Maybe that’s when I started noticing her more."

Henry, you never mentioned her.

Nothing much to say about her. About the age of those women holding hands we just saw. Attractive, even without the teeth. It was difficult to tell. Sometimes she would open her mouth in a certain way, and it would be obvious. She wore a wedding ring.

How often did she not wear the dentures?

More often than not. Towards the end of the year, it was all the time.

Were there other women you knew of like that?

I sighed. The checker at the grocery store, and one of the librarians.

Oh, darling. You really do have a thing for that, don’t you?

I neglected to mention Lola, the first lady to not have teeth and also be an amputee that I dated. Lately, I had been thinking about her, especially after seeing the lady at the car rental counter. I looked around, then